Witnessing the scenes of hell, Tang Hao's expression was a mix of confusion, bewilderment, and a hint of helplessness.
The changes in the Slaughter City were something he had not anticipated.
That Tang San was not his son was also something he had never expected.
Years of planning and effort had ultimately resulted in someone else's soul taking over his son's body.
"So, you weren't just precocious, but an adult all along..."
At this thought, Tang Hao felt a chill and even a sense of disgust.
"Let's observe for a while; he won't die anyway."
"A dip in the boiling oil will serve as some interest."
Tang Hao muttered, his eyes occasionally flashing with red light, revealing his barely contained killing intent.
Beside him, Tang Xiao's eyelids twitched slightly.
What was once a scene of "fatherly love and filial piety" had now turned into this.
Honestly, if something like this had happened to him, he would have immediately killed Tang San to honor A Yin.
But Tang Hao hesitated, showing that his love for A Yin wasn't as pure as it seemed.
"Heh, little brother, you better not give me any leverage!"
Tang Xiao glanced at Tang Hao, his eyes also flashing with red light.
For A Yin, he would do anything, but unfortunately, she hadn't chosen him back then.
"Sigh~"
As time passed, various scenes unfolded before their eyes. The once familiar Slaughter City had changed drastically.
What was once a lawless land of bloodshed and slaughter was now filled with rules and restrictions.
It was a complete reversal.
"Ah~"
"I'll never lie again, I'll never deceive anyone again, just give me a quick death!"
Tang San, being dragged along by the two, was unable to resist.
As they passed through a certain area, the sight that greeted them made cold sweat drip from Tang San's forehead.
Tongue ripping?
"Kid, you should be glad you're just going for a dip in the boiling oil and not suffering here."
One of the guides shook his head, speaking with a grave expression.
The other guide nodded in agreement. He would rather take a few laps in the boiling oil than endure this place.
The punishment of the Tongue-Ripping Hell was relatively light, but only in comparison.
This place was truly terrifying!
"I don't think I've done anything wrong; the judge is unfair!"
Tang San exclaimed indignantly.
The secrets of his past life were his most cherished possessions.
Fortunately, these people showed no interest in the Mysterious Heaven Record and didn't ask about it.
Otherwise, given his previous state, he would have spilled everything about the Mysterious Heaven Record.
That would have been terrifying.
Thinking carefully, there seemed to be something off about this underworld.
A 100,000-year spirit bone was right before their eyes, yet no one was tempted.
His past life's secrets, especially the Mysterious Heaven Record, were completely ignored.
They truly had professional integrity, not asking about anything unrelated to their duties.
But wait, if they had such integrity, why was Tang San in this predicament?
"Kid, the judge hasn't even passed the sentence yet. How can you say it's unfair?"
Hearing this, Tang San was momentarily stunned and confused.
Thinking carefully, the "judge" hadn't actually sentenced him to anything yet.
But without any sentence, he was already being sent to the boiling oil?
Tang San wanted to say something but found himself at a loss for words.
Was this unfair?
This was outright abuse of power!
In the Hall of Judgment, the "judge" was reporting something to someone.
He didn't exaggerate or twist the facts, simply recounting Tang San's story as it was.
Looking at the paper in his hand and then at the "judge" not far away, the King of Slaughter, now the King of Hell Lord Yama, fell into deep thought.
A person from another world?
As an ancient being, the King of Hell knew much more than the "judge."
He had no doubts about the contents of the paper.
"Your Majesty, how should we judge someone like Tang San?"
"He is a transmigrator. Although he hasn't done anything particularly heinous in this life, he doesn't deserve death."
"But his soul is still that of his past life, a reincarnated soul, carrying the sins of his previous life..."
The "judge" frowned, knowing Tang San was guilty but feeling conflicted.
This was the first time he had encountered a case like Tang San's, making it hard to decide.
He wondered if killing Tang San would allow him to transmigrate to another world again.
Of course, as part of the "underworld," they had ways to deal with souls.
After all, this was the stronghold of evil spirit masters!
Handling souls was second nature to them.
"Although he didn't change his name and has died once, he harmed the real Tang San."
"He claims he didn't kill Tang San, but who can prove that he didn't?"
The King of Hell spoke impassively, referring to the Tang San of this world.
Although the body hadn't died, his soul had either been devoured or destroyed by the Tang San from another world.
In either case, he was guilty.
"I understand."
Having received the King of Hell's answer, the "judge" nodded, knowing how to proceed.
"Good. If something like this happens again, judge it the same way."
"Yes!"
The "judge" cupped his hands in respect and then left the Hall of Judgment, slowly making his way to hell.
He wasn't in a hurry; if he walked too fast, Tang San wouldn't have enough time to experience the Boiling Oil Hell!
"Since this kid took over someone else's body, shouldn't we extract his soul for punishment?"
The "judge" suddenly stopped and muttered to himself.
For him, such methods were effortless.
"Very necessary!"
After a brief consideration, the "judge" made up his mind.
After the "judge" left, the King of Hell's eyes flashed with red light.
"Little bat, Tang San cannot be killed!"
Suddenly, the King of Hell spoke, as if muttering to himself, but it made the bat, the true King of Hell, tremble.
What was coming had finally arrived. He was just a bat, helpless and desperate, unable to do anything.
"Are you the Asura God?"
"Yes."
Silence, a long silence.
"I am now working for that lord, and I enjoy my current life. This is what I want."
"Even if you are the Asura God, you have no right to command me!"
Though trembling, the King of Hell spoke with a shaky voice.
Using the most timid tone to say the most ruthless words.
Having chosen a side, he could only walk this path to the end.
After a moment of silence.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I am. I fear death more than anyone."
If he weren't afraid of death, why would he have parasitized Tang Chen?
If he weren't afraid of death, why would he be controlled by deities?
"Let me tell you, Tang San is my successor. He cannot die!"
"Transfer the Slaughter God's divine power from Tang Chen to Tang San. From now on, the Slaughter City and I will have no further connection."