In Charge of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, I Am the Human Yama

"I was just out for ten minutes, and my house was robbed?" Wang Yang looked at the community where evil spirits were rampant and fell into deep thought. Between the flashes of red light, layers of strange scarlet spaces appeared behind him. There was a huge and ferocious iron tree standing, and the evil ghost was pierced in the chest and disemboweled, wailing in the branches. The bloody millstone rotates all the time, and the broken bones and meat paste are splashed and scattered, and it turns into a humanoid creature again, repeating the crushing of the millstone. In front of the ancient bronze mirror, which can clearly see all sins, thousands of dead souls stand, reflecting the various wonders of the world. A smile appeared on Wang Yang's cold face, and he said lightly: "Now that you're here, don't leave." The eighteenth level of hell is open to welcome guests!