The scene below was unspeakably brutal. The ghost soul barely managed a few steps before the hellhounds pounced. One after another, the hellhounds surged forward, jaws agape, tearing the screaming ghost soul apart. Chunks of flesh were bitten off, blood splattered everywhere. I stared in stunned silence—these ghost souls were unlike any I had seen before.
This ghost soul had a face, eyes intact, and a complete body. In no time, the hellhounds ripped him to pieces and devoured him on the spot.
The Blue Warden burst out laughing, then waited for the next ghost soul to appear.
"Why are the ghost souls here so different from the ones on your side?"
"Basically, as long as a ghost soul has living descendants in the world, they keep their appearance from life. But those who have no heirs left, we don’t bother giving them consciousness anymore. Too much trouble—just let Amen torment them as he pleases."
I grunted in response. All around, screams echoed without end. Samuel Xie told me that their Lava Minor Hell was the last of the sixteen minor hells within Scorching Inferno. Many souls who haven’t finished their punishment and have no descendants left are sent here for continued torment, until their sentence is complete.
"You two brothers slacking off again, huh?"
The Blue Warden noticed us and walked over step by step. We stood at the edge as he approached the platform in front of us and beckoned us closer.
Samuel Xie and Zachary Zhao walked over. The Blue Warden reached into a small pouch behind him and pulled out a pack of Marlboros. I stared at him in disbelief as he immediately handed each of us a cigarette.
"And who’s this?"