harleyscars Chapter 114 Retribution: Liu Wanhua and Jiang Manli Go to Hell
Chapter 114 Retribution: Liu Wanhua and Jiang Manli Go to Hell
Jiang Manli was so angry that she was trembling all over. She wanted to rush over to argue, but the other party pushed her to the ground.
She lay on the cold cement floor, looking at the mocking looks from those around her, and cried bitterly.
Before, she could just give someone a hard time and people would rush to do things for her. Now, she can't even get a full meal and is being bullied.
This was more painful and distressing for her than being beaten!
The huge difference made her feel like she had fallen from heaven to hell!
It was so painful and agonizing!
Liu Wanhua was much calmer. Back in the day, she had also experienced poverty and hardship in the village. Although it was tough, she was able to adapt to it to some extent.
She silently picked up her bowl and sipped the bland vegetable soup.
She knew she couldn't be stubborn now, but the resentment in her heart only grew deeper.
She hated Jiang Zhenbang for being heartless, hated Jiang Xinlan for ruining everything she had, and hated everyone who looked down on her.
Just wait and see, Liu Wanhua secretly vowed to herself, still dreaming of quietly lying low and figuring out a way to turn things around after she got out.
Unexpectedly, in the dead of night, the cell was completely silent, save for the sound of breathing. Liu Wanhua lay on the bed, and just as she closed her eyes, a blinding white light suddenly flashed before her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in front of a huge bronze mirror. The edges of the mirror were carved with hideous demon reliefs, and the mirror surface was murky and emitted a cold, black aura.
This is a mirror of karmic retribution that Shen Yu tailored for her, corresponding to the punishments of the eighteen levels of hell, reflecting all the sins of her life.
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the mirror, and the first scene emerged.
In the hospital ward, Shen Jiao lay weakly in bed after giving birth. Liu Wanhua, holding a syringe, walked towards her step by step.
"No... No..." Shen Jiao pleaded weakly.
A sinister smile spread across Liu Wanhua's face as she slammed the needle into Shen Jiao's IV line: "Shen Jiao, you deserve to die! Your husband, your daughter, your Jiang family—they all belong to me!"
The scene shifts, and she is dragged into the hell of wrongful death.
Countless blood-soaked ghosts surrounded her, tearing at her flesh and gnawing at her bones. Shen Jiao stood at the forefront, her eyes icy as she looked at her: "Give me back my life! Give me back my daughter's life!"
A sharp pain shot through Liu Wanhua's soul, and she let out a piercing scream.
But her body lay motionless on the bed, only the contorted expression on her face showed that she was enduring extreme pain.
Then, the mirror changed again. She saw Jiang Xinlan, the newborn baby, wrapped in a thin swaddle, left at the entrance of the orphanage in the cold winter, her whole body purple from the cold, her cries as weak as a kitten's.
The next second, she fell into the hell of crucifixion.
Sharp iron hooks pierced her limbs, suspending her in mid-air, and sliced her flesh again and again. Each cut corresponded to a period of suffering Jiang Xinlan had endured.
"Ah—! Let me go! I was wrong! I was really wrong!" Liu Wanhua screamed frantically, but she couldn't get rid of him.
The mirror image shifted for the third time. This time, it showed her using a poison to inflict on Jiang Zhenbang and controlling the scenes of him being tortured.
The scene shifts, and countless tiny black Gu worms, no bigger than grains of rice, suddenly surge out of the mirror of evil, densely covering Liu Wanhua's entire body.
They burrowed into her skin, into her blood vessels, and finally all gathered in her heart.
"If you use the mother-child Gu to control Jiang Zhenbang's body, then you will be in the Gu Devouring Hell, experiencing the feeling of being controlled by Gu worms and suffering a fate worse than death."
As the cold voice fell, Liu Wanhua instantly lost control of her body.
The worms were tearing and biting wildly inside her heart, controlling her hands and feet, making her slap herself, bang her head against the wall, and scratch her face with her nails.
She wanted to stop, but her body wouldn't obey her commands. The pain of each self-harm was exactly the same as the pain Jiang Zhenbang felt when his heart was being gnawed by the Gu worms.
She could clearly feel every inch of pain, but she didn't even have the right to call for it to stop.
When this round ends, the mirror will finally reveal the flow of funds she has transferred Jiang Group's assets over the past twenty years.
"The Jiang family's money is all mine! All of it belongs to me and Manli!" She counted the numbers in her bank account, smiling smugly.
The next second, the ground beneath her feet suddenly collapsed and turned into a giant millstone.
Two evil spirits pushed the millstone, slowly grinding it towards her.
"Those who greedily seize property will be condemned to the hell of the stone mill!"
The millstone rolled over her body, crushing her soul into a pulp.
But soon, the minced meat reformed into a human shape, and the stone mill began grinding again. Over and over, endlessly.
Every painful crushing blow corresponded to a single penny she had stolen.
At the same time, Jiang Manli is also experiencing her own retribution.
At first, Jiang Manli lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, her mind still filled with vicious curses against Jiang Xinlan:
"You bitch, once I get out of here, I'll make sure you're utterly ruined and suffer a terrible death..."
Just as I was thinking this, a blinding bronze light suddenly flashed before my eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in front of a huge bronze mirror.
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the mirror, and the first scene clearly emerged.
It was she who made Li Qianqian spread rumors about Jiang Xinlan, ruining her reputation and forcing her to drop out of school.
"Hahaha, well said! We should ruin her reputation!" Jiang Manli laughed so hard she almost fell over, downing her glass of red wine in one gulp.
But now, the scene in the mirror of evil has suddenly reversed.
She became the victim of cyberbullying, surrounded by countless grotesque faces spitting and cursing her: "Stolen fake heiress," "Venomous woman," "The ungrateful wretch who made someone's father a vegetable."
Immediately afterwards, two blue-faced, fanged demons crawled out of the mirror and pressed down hard on her shoulders.
A demon, holding red-hot iron tongs, suddenly thrust them into her mouth and clamped her tongue.
"Those who create negative karma through their words and slander others will be condemned to the Hell of Tongue-Pulling!"
"Ah—! No! Let me go!" Jiang Manli struggled desperately, but the evil spirit's strength was astonishing.
With a sharp tug, her tongue was ripped out by the roots, and blood gushed out.
The intense pain came from the depths of my soul, a hundred times more intense than any physical pain.
But that wasn't the end of it. The tongue quickly grew back, and the evil spirit once again clamped it with iron pincers and ripped it off violently.
Again and again, without end.
Each time her tongue was pulled out, the pain corresponded to a vicious remark she had once made, and to a hurt Jiang Xinlan had suffered.
Jiang Manli was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed, tears and snot mingling together, and she made a hoarse sound.
She wanted to beg for mercy and repent, but without a tongue, she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
Just as she was about to faint from the pain, the mirror image changed again.
This time, it was the Jiang family's old house in Jiangcheng. It was she who instructed Li Qianqian to lead people to cause trouble at Jiang Xinlan's hometown, resulting in Jiang Jianping being pushed down and injured, leaving him in a vegetative state.
"Dad!" Jiang Xinlan's heart-wrenching cries back then sounded like a death knell to Jiang Manli's ears.