Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 697

Molly's incessant murmurs filled the air, but sadly, this dream refused to yield to her control.

Crash...

A wave, akin to a fiery tongue, crashed upon them.

["Those who disrespect and dishonor their parents... shall descend into the Blood Pool Hell..."] A faint voice echoed in the background.

Daun glanced downward and beheld a sea of blood, with something writhing beneath its surface.

"Is that it?" His expression remained unchanged, and a faint smile even crept upon his face.

He had anticipated a far more agonizing vision of hell within his dream, yet all he encountered was a pool of blood.

In the next moment, Daun and his siblings plunged into the blood pool.

Instantaneously, their bodies felt as if something was devouring them, as though thousands of ants were prying open their flesh and burrowing into their veins.

The scalding blood surrounding them boiled, and layer by layer their skin peeled away...

The brothers, who had been indifferent just moments ago, were now engulfed in wailing agony.

Time became elusive, and soon they were reduced to mere skeletons, their flesh clinging to their bones, trembling in excruciating pain.

Just when they thought the torment of the blood pool hell had ended, they realized it was merely the first layer of hell. Sixteen smaller hells lay beneath.

The Broken-Roof Hell, the Snag-Tooth Hell, the Crumbling Chariot, the Severing Blade, the Intestine Crawl, the Stewing Cauldron, the Open Guts, the Steel Fork...

Everything they could never have fathomed was materializing before their eyes.

Daun realized he was undoubtedly trapped in a nightmare.

His face turned pale with fear, and he quickly fled.

Tom, Shaun, and Molly followed suit, shrieking as they climbed upward.

Yet, they could never ascend. That night, they traversed through all sixteen layers of hell.

As dawn broke, Daun trembled as he awoke in his prison cell, swiftly turning over in bed.

Finally awake...

He had assumed it was just a nightmare.

However, inexplicably, he still felt the pain he had experienced in the dream.

He hurriedly examined his body, finding it unscathed, yet the pain persisted, tormenting him to the very core. The mere thought of it made him shudder uncontrollably.

"Get up and get to work!"

Daun spent the entire day in a daze of reformation. This time, he was far from relaxed, utterly exhausted both physically and mentally.

Finally, during the mealtime break, he collapsed into bed and fell asleep.

And once again...

It began!

They endured another horrifying night, waking up to the same harrowing pain.

On the third day, the fourth day... Daun no longer dared to sleep.

Yet, sleep is inevitable for every person. As soon as he drifted off, he would inevitably find himself in hell.

He contemplated pleading with the Ruler of Hell for mercy.

But after the initial encounter with the Ruler of Hell's silhouette, they never saw it again.

"Save me..." Daun despaired in his dream, shouting, "I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

"Ruler of Hell, have mercy!"

"I'll go back and honor my mother... I'll observe mourning for her, visiting her grave every day..."

Shaun and Molly also cried out in fear:

"I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong, spare me..."

"Don't... don't cast me down there, ah!"

Night after night, the brothers cried out in their dreams, overwhelmed with regret.

Gone were the words of "it is what it is."

Indeed, the punishment they faced, in reality, was serving several years in prison.

Especially for Molly, it was eight long months.

They were no longer indifferent, no longer able to boast about their resilience.