"Oh right, how could I forget about it!" Chen Hao exclaimed with surprise and delight.

As he spoke, he reached up to touch his neck, gently pulling out the amulet made of rhinoceros horn from under his clothes.

The trembling he felt at his chest came from this amulet—it was shaking violently, flickering with a yellow light, and the sharp tip at the bottom was pointing forward.

"You mean Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing are over there?" Chen Hao immediately grasped the meaning.

The rhinoceros horn amulet suddenly stopped trembling, continuing only to flicker with light.

With a smile, Chen Hao then started walking in the direction pointed to by the amulet.

Since he was very unfamiliar with Hell, and worried that lava might erupt under his feet at any moment, Chen Hao walked very cautiously, paying close attention to every little wind and rustle around him.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the clear sound of chains "tinkling" rose from the wall to Chen Hao's left.

Immediately, Chen Hao's face filled with alertness, and he turned his gaze towards the direction of the chain sounds. He saw a "big" shaped torture rack, with locked chains wrapped around the ends of each stroke. Each chain was made up of oval links joined together, and every link glowed a dark red as if about to be melted by fierce flames.

"This must be a torture rack used for punishing serious Yin Soul offenders!" Chen Hao murmured to himself. Looking at those red-hot iron rings made his skin crawl; he couldn't bear to imagine what it would feel like to be bound by them to that torture rack.

Just as he was about to look away from the rack, the sound of the chains "tinkling" resonated again, followed by a series of mournful and plaintive cries.

Immediately, Chen Hao activated his Nether Vision Technique in his left eye, and only then did he see a female ghost in a red dress bound to the chains. Her skin color had turned a horrifying shade of blue due to extreme resentfulness, her hair had grown so long that it reached the ground and extended several meters around her, all the way to Chen Hao's feet—like an ancient banyan tree that had been growing for thousands of years and had taken root everywhere. It was hard to imagine just how old this female ghost was for her hair to have grown to such a length.

The female ghost's limbs, waist, and neck were bound with those glowing red-hot chains, and white smoke was billowing continuously from where the chains touched the ghost's Yin Soul.

"Save me!" the female ghost pleaded hoarsely to Chen Hao, slightly tilting her head upwards. Since her hair was so long, her face was completely obscured by it, but just from her feeble and dying voice, one could imagine it to be a face of pain and despair.

Before his gaze penetrated the long hair of the female ghost, Chen Hao immediately shut off his Nether Vision in his left eye. He didn't want to know what kind of face lay behind that hair; it certainly wouldn't be pretty and would undoubtedly be frightening. It was better not to see.

"This..." Chen Hao's voice was filled with hesitation; he was debating whether to save the female ghost.

"Then kill me!" the female ghost continued to beg, wanting to say more to Chen Hao, but she didn't have the strength to speak further.

A flash of light passed through Chen Hao's eyes; he understood the female ghost's meaning: if he couldn't save her, then letting her soul vanish would be better, as anything was preferable to being trapped on this torture rack, unable to live or die, and undergoing endless torment.

Chen Hao frowned deeply, feeling great sympathy for the pitiable female ghost before him.

"Don't bother with her!" In that moment, a low, cold voice came from the dark void ahead.

Chen Hao was startled and turned his head to look forward. Soon after, a dot appeared in the hazy white mist and firelight ahead, which, under Chen Hao's watchful eye, gradually grew into a figure.

From the silhouette, it appeared to be a slender woman. For a fleeting moment, Chen Hao thought it was Ye Yuqiao drawing close to him, as everything from her height to her figure and the way she walked seemed so much like Ye Yuqiao.

Gradually, the figure stepped through the mist and became clear in front of Chen Hao. However, she wore a white mask that covered her face and a black cloak over her head.

Eager to know what lay beneath the white mask, Chen Hao activated the Nether Vision Technique once more. But to his surprise, the Nether Vision couldn't penetrate the mask.

"Stop looking at the face; this mask isn't ordinary!" the woman said. "But you can look down; the clothes below are all regular, and I don't mind letting you see!"

"Well, if that's the case, then I just won't look!" Chen Hao said with a light laugh. He immediately closed his Nether Vision in his left eye, muttering, "It's not like there's anything worth seeing, anyway."

"Why have you come here?" the woman asked in an interrogative tone.

"You tell me who you are first, and then I'll tell you why I came here."

The woman snorted angrily, clearly irritated. After a pause, she moved closer to Chen Hao and said, "This woman, during her life, had affairs with other men and poisoned her husband to death. In the three years after becoming a widow, she slept with several men, being sentenced to the Eighteen Levels of Hell is what she deserves for her sins."

"But this is too cruel!"

"Cruel? The Eighteen Levels of Hell has never been a place of mercy, and the Yin Souls that are sentenced to punishment here are never compassionate people themselves!"

"So, you're a cruel person as well?" Chen Hao asked in return.

The woman took a few steps closer to Chen Hao and said, "It doesn't matter whether I am or not, just remember, at least I'm not cruel to you."

"But I could be cruel to you."

"Then hit me," the woman chuckled, then she placed her hands behind her back and raised her chest.

"Generally, I don't hit women," Chen Hao said. "Besides, you don't have a Yin Soul on you, and getting rid of you would be as easy as flipping my hand."

The woman took another step forward, her upright chest nearly pressing against Chen Hao, making him suddenly feel caught off guard and flustered.

"Your breathing is getting heavier; it seems you are a bit interested in me!" the woman laughed, "And I'm sure, you definitely wouldn't have the heart to kill me."

After taking three steps back, Chen Hao took a deep breath and said, "Why are you so sure I wouldn't bring myself to get rid of you?"

"Because... ah!" The woman was speaking when she suddenly let out a sharp scream.

Chen Hao was startled and before he could figure out what was happening, he felt a force suddenly pulling at the soles of his feet, and then both he and the woman fell to the ground.

"Humph!" The female ghost tied to the rack let out a sinister laugh, "If you don't release me, then stay here and keep me company forever!"

Chen Hao quickly looked down at his feet and saw that the female ghost had used her long hair to entangle his and the woman's feet.

Then, the female ghost's long hair crept upward and wrapped around the bodies of Chen Hao and the woman.

"Do you have any ideas?" the woman asked Chen Hao urgently.

"You should be quite powerful, shouldn't I be the one asking you?"

"I can't think of anything," the woman said, "Anyway, I originally live here and don't have anything urgent to do, so if I'm entangled, let it be."

"Female ghost," Chen Hao said to the female ghost, "I have a knife on me that can help you cut off the chains on your body, but you have to promise me one thing first—unveil this woman's mask immediately."

"Fine, it's a deal!" said the female ferocious ghost.

"You... naughty!" the woman exclaimed angrily, then turned into a dark shadow in an instant, moving across the ground before the chain-like long hair could pull off her mask.

Hearing the woman call him "naughty," Chen Hao was taken aback, thinking to himself that this is what Yuqiao often says when she scolds me. And the woman turning into a dark shadow was also a maneuver often used by Ye Yuqiao.

Could it be that she is Ye Yuqiao? Chen Hao suddenly had such a bizarre thought.

"How could the woman in front of me be my Yuqiao?"

Immediately, Chen Hao dismissed the idea, feeling very guilty. In his eyes, how could there possibly be another woman in this world that could compare to Ye Yuqiao!

While Chen Hao was still pondering, suddenly!

"Uh!" The female ghost let out a high-pitched, piercing scream.

After the shock, Chen Hao looked toward the rack and found the masked woman with her hand plunged into the female ghost's chest, gripping the ghost's heart.

Through the hair, Chen Hao could clearly feel the ghost's violent trembling with pain.

Indeed, the woman was cruel, showing no mercy in her actions.

"Let him go!" the woman commanded the female ghost, her tone as cold as a knife.

The long hair entangled around Chen Hao quickly loosened and fell to the ground.

"I will not let your soul scatter, never!" the woman said to the female ghost, "You'd better hope that I'm in a good mood every day from now on; otherwise, I'll come torment you at any time."

"Spare me, miss!" the female ghost wailed, the cry filled with sorrow.

Only after Chen Hao got up from the ground did the woman pull her hand out of the female ghost's chest, her hand covered with a ghostly blue blood.

After a cold huff, the woman walked up to Chen Hao and scolded, "You see? There's no mercy in the Eighteen Levels of Hell. If you had released her, she would surely have sought revenge and devoured your soul!"

Chen Hao had nothing to say.

"By the way, why did you come to the Eighteen Levels of Hell if everything was fine with you?"

"I was supposed to die, so naturally, I came here to report."

"Annoying!" the woman exclaimed angrily, stomping her foot, then she raised her hand to pat Chen Hao's shoulder, "If you tick me off again, I won't help you, and let your Yin Soul die here!"

Watching the woman's behavior as she hit and scolded him, Chen Hao was quite surprised, thinking to himself that this was surely a young girl's behavior.

"Unlike Yuqiao, she's nothing like Yuqiao!" Chen Hao kept reminding himself internally.

After a pause, Chen Hao questioned, "We don't know each other, do we? Are you helping me with some ulterior motive?"

"No ulterior motive. I just want to help you!"

"Then I just don't understand!"

Suddenly, the woman hooked her arms around Chen Hao's neck...

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