A Wordless Demand for One Hundred Thousand Merit Divine Water Left Guanyin Speechless

Lin Zhu's hand froze in midair.

One hundred thousand?

How had it become one hundred thousand?

He had clearly only waved his hand, meaning, "Eighty thousand is pretty good too. That's about enough." How had it turned into, "I order you to produce one hundred thousand immediately"?

Little White Dragon continued, his tone growing ever more aggressive. "Hell God Boss is known as the Social Sentiment Demon! Who in the Three Realms doesn't know that once you owe the boss a debt, no one has ever escaped it! Especially women! Not a single woman who falls into the boss's hands can escape his clutches!"

Lin Zhu's heart turned cold.

What the hell was that?

"You'd better watch out, or the boss will lock you in the dungeon!"

Little White Dragon grew more animated as he spoke, his voice brimming with the smug delight of borrowing someone else's power. "Whips! Candles! Everything's there! He'll make you beg for life and beg for death! Don't regret it when the time comes!"

Lin Zhu's heart skipped half a beat.

Whips?

Candles?

I'm a pure, innocent, exemplary student!

He hurriedly defended his own honor in his heart.

He had been getting by in the Heavenly Court for so many years. Though he was the Hell God of the Ninth Heaven Prison, he had never done any of that messy nonsense. The torture instruments in the cells were all arranged according to the rules—what should be used was used, and not a single extra item that should not be used was ever taken out.

His reputation might have been exaggerated into something fierce, but that was all other people's imagination. He had never done anything improper.

But now Little White Dragon, right in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, had painted him as some perverted enthusiast of