Those punishments that had once inspired dread in others were now falling upon him one by one. He had once been an observer, an arranger, but only now did he understand that such pain was simply inhumanly unbearable.
But Mo Jialin also knew that he had been lucky enough.
For some unknown reason, Judgment Ghost had not put much effort into the matter of "killing the donkey once it had finished grinding the millstone," handling it casually.
It seemed completely unconcerned that he might rise from third place to second, then from second to first, and ultimately leave the barrier.
Just then, a line of fresh bloody words appeared in his increasingly distorted and uncontrollable vision, causing ripples in his heart.
"Li Guanqi is the key. Turn around and hurry to the fifth room to get his phone!"
The moment Mo Jialin saw those words, it felt as though a hand had viciously clenched his heart. It was not merely agonizing pain, but intense resistance.
To return from the second room to the fifth, he would have to endure five punishments: "Gluttony," "Sloth," "Greed," "Envy," and "Pride."
Although Judgment Ghost did not seem eager to kill him, the punishment from each room had a brief delayed effect after landing on his body.
If Mo Jialin could charge through all the way, he might be able to keep himself alive for a short while, but...
The person on the other side seemed to have noticed his concerns. Immediately after the first line of bloody words came a second:
"Get the phone in the fifth room. The ghost is in the sixth room. Arrest means the end."
The stance was resolute, the tone steady, giving off a feeling that could not be questioned or contradicted.
Mo Jialin's entire body shuddered. As his