Before Ye Zeyan and Mo Zixiu could say anything, the King of Hell spoke first, "I already know. I'll try to get something out of this ghost. I can't open this weird bed either."

Ye Zeyan and Mo Zixiu looked at each other, thinking that it would be useless even if the King of Hell came.

After all, Hei Wuchang had already beaten Kehadun's ghost just now, but she didn't say it.

The King of Hell drew out his whip and said, "Ghost girl, are you going to tell me or not?"

Ke Hedun's ghost was indeed more afraid of seeing the King of Hell than seeing the Black and White Impermanence.

The most important thing is that the Yama Whip is too deterrent.

But Ke He Dun's ghost still gritted his teeth and said stubbornly: "Even if my soul is torn apart, I will take this little kid with me to die."

The King of Hell smiled coldly, "I will not let your soul fly away, I will make you suffer endlessly, unable to live or die."

The King of Hell's sneer made Ye Zeyan, Mo Zixiu and Taoist Zixu feel terrified.

They had seen the King of Hell many times, but had never seen him in such a terrifying way.

In front of Yan Bao, the King of Hell always smiles.

Even...even a little flattering.

This is the image of the King of Hell in the legend.

The King of Hell took out a transparent bottle from his sleeve and with a wave of his hand, Ke Hedun's ghost was put into the bottle.

"King of Hell, the most important thing now is to get the female ghost to tell us how to open this strange bed, rather than catching her." Taoist Zixu said anxiously.

The King of Hell said coldly: "Just wait and see, I don't believe she won't confess."

"What do you know? This is the Bottle of Hell. Any ghost put into the Bottle of Hell will suffer the same torture as the Eighteen Levels of Hell." Bai Wuchang said.

The King of Hell simply glanced at Bai Wuchang indifferently, as if blaming him for being too talkative.

Eighteen levels of hell?

Taoist Zixu couldn't help but shudder.

At this time, the transparent bottle was filled with red flames, but He Dun's ghost was wailing in pain in the flames.

Then came the iceberg, the oil pan, the stone press, the spring mortar...

He Dun's ghost went through all eighteen levels of hell, but he never stopped wailing, nor did he beg for mercy.

The King of Hell's brows were twisted into knots, this Kehadun didn't even beg for mercy.

Black and White Impermanence also became anxious, "King of Hell, what should we do?"

"Why does this female ghost hate Yan Bao so much and insists on dragging Yan Bao to die together?" asked the King of Hell.

"It's because this female ghost believes that my master killed her two sons." Taoist Zixu replied.

The King of Hell’s brows suddenly relaxed.

"You two go and capture the souls of this female ghost's two sons." The King of Hell said to the Black and White Impermanence.

The Black and White Impermanence looked somewhat embarrassed. After all, the souls of the two sons of this female ghost were not under the jurisdiction of their underworld. If they tried to capture them, it would be a bit of overstepping their boundaries.

Seeing the expressions of the Black and White Impermanence, the King of Hell said coldly: "What? Can't you even handle such a small matter?"

"If we can do it, we'll go now." Bai Wuchang pulled Hei Wuchang's sleeve and said.

"Old Bai, do you have any ideas?" Hei Wuchang asked.

"Have you forgotten who asked us to come just now? Why don't we just go find him?" Bai Wuchang said.

Hei Wuchang slapped his head and suddenly realized.

Oh yeah, how could he have forgotten.

After waiting for about half an hour, the Black and White Impermanence came back with two ghosts.

The King of Hell was displeased and asked, "Why did you take so long?"

"It was because these two ghosts did not report down there that it took us a long time to find their souls," said Bai Wuchang.

The King of Hell opened the bottle of hell and released Kehadun's ghost from it.

He turned around and put the two souls into the Bottle of Hell.

"You are quite tough, but I want to see how tough your bones are." The King of Hell said in a cold tone.

The King of Hell waved the bottle of hell in front of Kehadun's ghost.

After leaving the Hell Bottle and taking a break, the ghost of Kehadun suddenly panicked when he saw the two souls in the Hell Bottle.

That fearless expression could no longer be suppressed.

"No, don't treat them like this. If you have any problem, come to me."

In the bottle of hell, two souls were wailing as they were burned by fire.

That wailing was a hundred times or a thousand times more painful than letting her burn in purgatory.

Obviously, the two souls in the Hell Bottle also saw Kehadun's soul.

"Ana, save us, Ana, save us."

Finally, the ghost of Ke He Dun couldn't hold it in any longer, "I'll tell you, let my son go."

"Break this strange bed first, then I'll let them out. Otherwise, I don't mind putting you in there too." The King of Hell said without allowing any objection.

But He Dun's ghost no longer had that stubbornness.

She could endure any hardships, but she just couldn't bear to see her son suffer like this.

Although we know that they will not die no matter how much they are tortured, it is precisely this that makes them more torturous.

"As long as my body is burned, this soul-limiting formation will be broken." said Ke Hedun's soul.

Before Ye Zeyan could give any instructions, Taoist Zixu was the first to run out.

Not long after, Taoist Zixu came back carrying Kehadun's body.

Behind them were many soldiers carrying firewood.

"Where is the fire burning, Master?" asked Taoist Zixu.

"You should ask the King of Hell if there is anything wrong with burning Kehadun's body," said Mo Zixiu.

The King of Hell then asked Kehadun's spirit: "Anything to say? You'd better not lie, or I won't mind putting your entire family into the Hell Bottle."

This time, the King of Hell's tone was calm, yet it was filled with extreme viciousness.

Ke Hedun's soul was shedding tears of blood, and he gritted his teeth, "No."

She knew that this King of Hell could both say it and do it.

How could a little princess of Lan Country be protected by the King of Hell so much?

Could it be the reincarnation of the King of Hell’s closest relative?

She wanted to ask, but she probably couldn't get the truth.

"Just burn it directly." said the King of Hell.

The soldiers poured pine oil on the firewood, put Kahotun's body on it, and set the firewood on fire.

Ke He Dun just watched his body being devoured by the flames, his soul showing no expression at all.

Having come out of the bottle of hell, what is there to be afraid of? But there are still soft spots.

As Kehadun's body burned, the strange bed began to make crackling sounds.

Little Yanbao has been silent for quite a while.

To be exact, after teaching Taoist Zixu to draw the talisman, he never spoke again.

Ye Zeyan and Mo Zixiu were both very anxious.

"King of Hell, will this female ghost lie?" Mo Zixiu asked worriedly.

"It shouldn't be." The King of Hell was not sure.

"Crack!"

With a loud noise, the strange bed broke into pieces.

There was a tiny human curled up inside, with treasures scattered all around him.

"younger sister!"

"Little junior sister!"

"Master!"

"Yan Bao!"

All the voices rang out at the same time.