"Alright, alright, stop there. Just tell me what the Judge took you to do, everything else, like what you saw or heard, you can skip that." I waved my hand at Zhang Qingyu. It seemed like the Judge had taken him to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and the place he mentioned about tongue-ripping must have been Tongue-Ripping Hell.
I had visited the Eighteen Levels of Hell before, and the scenes were simply too horrific to witness. Whether it was the people or the environment, it was the kind of place you wouldn't want to visit a second time.
"Oh, okay then. That person took me down for a long time, and then gave me a pill. After I ate it, he told me to go stand on a large open space," Zhang Qingyu nodded and continued.
"A pill? An open space?" I was puzzled. Could it have been an elixir? But the Judge didn't seem to have given me one. It looked like that pill wasn't something ordinary, or maybe it was only effective for Zhang Qingyu.
