99: C99 Second Level of Hell

C99 Second Level of Hell

One of them held an iron clamp, while the other held Ai Zhenhong, not letting him move. One of the ghosts pried his mouth open.

The ghost holding the iron clamp grabbed Ai Zhenhong's tongue and slowly pulled it out. Ai Zhenhong was in pain." Ah!" The little ghost screamed, but the more he screamed, the slower the little ghost dragged him.

After about ten minutes, Ai Zhenhong's tongue was pulled out for more than ten meters before the little ghost broke it.

At this moment, Ai Zhenhong's mouth was full of blood. The blood and saliva mixed together, leaving a disgusting look at the corner of Ai Zhenhong's mouth.

The little ghost's broken tongue was placed on a large piece of hot iron. After frying it for a while, it picked it up again and shared the food with the other little ghosts.

After they finished eating, a little ghost took a potion and poured it into Ai Zhenhong's mouth. In just a few seconds, Ai Zhenhong's tongue grew out again.

"Lin Rann, I was wrong. I shouldn't have opposed you. Please forgive me."

When the tongue grew out, Ai Zhenhong could also speak. He kept begging Lin Rann for mercy, but Lin Rann acted as if he didn't hear him.

The little devil pulled Ai Zhenhong's tongue again and broke ten of his tongue. Lin Rann waved his hand and brought Ai Zhenhong to the second layer of hell.

"What's wrong with father? There's also the Chrysalis Immortal. There's something wrong with him as well."

In the study room of Ai family's villa, Ai Changsheng and Ai Changrong were looking at their father anxiously.

Suddenly, the unconscious Ai Zhenhong stuck out his tongue. After that, his body began to tremble violently. Saliva kept flowing out of his mouth. At this moment, it was as if Ai Zhenhong had dementia.

Ai Changsheng knew a little bit about medicine. He quickly went forward and put Ai Zhenhong's tongue back into his mouth, but Ai Zhenhong immediately stuck his tongue out, and his body trembled even more violently.

"Changrong, quickly call Ho Jingzhi and let him come to the provincial capital. It seems that only he can cure father's illness."

Seeing that his method did not work, Ai Changsheng immediately said to his younger brother. The latter shook his head lightly and said, "Big brother, have you forgotten? I already told you last time. The one who cured my father was not Ho Jingzhi, but a young man named Lin."

"Lin Rann?"

Ai Changsheng frowned. He felt that this name was very familiar. Immediately, he remembered that the person his father asked him to deal with was also called Lin Rann.

"It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

Ai Changsheng thought to himself. If these two Lin Rann were the same person, he was afraid that it would be a disaster.

Anlong had already gone to deal with Lin Rann. He was afraid that Lin Rann had already become a corpse.

"Let's not care about this kid for now. Contact Ho Jingzhi and ask him to come over. No matter how much he offers, it's fine."

Although the patriarch of Ai family was Ai Changsheng on the surface, he knew very well that if his father wasn't around, he wouldn't be able to control the other families in the province. He was afraid that those people would attack the Ai family at any time.

Ai Changrong nodded his head and took out his phone to make a call. A moment later, he told Ai Changsheng that Ho Jingzhi had agreed to come over.

The sea of clouds wasn't far from the provincial capital. About an hour later, Ho Jingzhi arrived at the Ai family.

"Changrong, your father has almost recovered. There are no problems."

After examining Ai Zhenhong, Ho Jingzhi shook his head and said to Ai Changrong.

"Uncle He, take a good look at him. If my father is not sick, how could he be like this?"

At this moment, Ai Zhenhong's face was full of extreme pain. His hands were pressing on his chest and stomach, as if those two places were very painful.

"I have already checked carefully. There is no problem with Old Ai's body, but I just diagnosed his pulse and found that his primary soul was not shaking. I don't know why."

Ho Jingzhi frowned. This was the first time Ho Jingzhi had seen such a situation in so many years of medical practice.

"Uncle He, can you perform acupuncture on my father?"1

Ai Changrong was extremely anxious. Ho Jingzhi thought for a while and said, "There is no other way now. I can only give it a try. If I can stimulate his primary soul, perhaps your father will be better."

Taking the needle bag from his disciple, Ho Jingzhi took out two of the longest silver needles and pierced Ai Zhenhong's Baihui and one side of his temple.

The silver needles pierced into Ai Zhenhong's head, and the pain on his face became even more intense.

Ho Jingzhi hurriedly pulled the needles out and said, "The acupuncture doesn't work. I suggest you go and find Lin Rann. Maybe he will have a way."

Last time at Ho Jingzhi's clinic, if it wasn't for Lin Rann, Ai Zhenhong would have died long ago.

Lin Rann's medical skills were far above Ho Jingzhi's. At least Ho Jingzhi thought so. So he felt that only Lin Rann could save Ai Zhenhong.

"Is there no other way?"

At this moment, Ai Changsheng, who had been silent the whole time, spoke. In his opinion, Lin Rann was already dead. There was no way for him to find him to save his father.

"I don't have any more. If there's really no other way, try contacting Godly Doctor Fang. Perhaps he has some other way."

Godly Doctor Faang Zhuo had always been elusive. It wasn't easy to find him.

When Ai Zhenhong had a health problem, Ai Changrong's daughter Ai Mi had gone to the west of the sky to find him, but she did not manage to find him.

"Uncle He, I need to trouble you to take care of my father. I am trying to contact Lin Rann."

Ai Changrong didn't know what Ai Zhenhong and Ai Changsheng were doing. He thought Meng Tianlong and Lin Rann had a good relationship. He could try asking Meng Tianlong to talk to Lin Rann.

Ai Changrong knew that the family was going to interfere in the Daya Bay. Otherwise, he would have contacted Meng Tianlong at the first possible moment to find Lin Rann.

"It hurts. I know I was wrong. Please let me down."

In the second level of hell, Ai Zhenhong was lying on top of a mountain of blades. More than ten sharp blades had pierced into his body.

Beside him were two little ghosts. They kept whipping him with whips. Every time they whipped him, Ai Zhenhong would tremble violently.

The little ghosts were holding soul whips. Every time they whipped him, his soul would suffer tremendous pain. If they were to hit him hard, his soul would disperse.

"Hurry up and crawl. If you don't crawl, I will whip you."

The little devil who was holding the Soul Whip said fiercely to Ai Zhenhong. The latter had no choice but to endure the pain and climb up the mountain.

But with this move, the knife that pierced into his body immediately cut open his stomach. His internal organs and the like flowed out, making Ai Zhenhong almost faint from the pain.

However, he did not faint. The intense pain stimulated every nerve in his body. Ai Zhenhong wished that his soul would scatter, so that he would not have to suffer this kind of pain.

"It's still too early. You haven't even climbed up the first layer of the mountain. There are still a few more layers left."

A faint smile hung on Lin Rann's face. Now, Ai Zhenhong finally knew that Lin Rann wasn't someone he could provoke. This time, he had to suffer a lot.

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