“On the day of the major ghost festivals, we would ignite the convict’s soul on fire and send it out into the Creek of Forgetfulness on a paper flower boat. The waters of the Creek of Forgetfulness cuts like a steel knife, scraping endlessly against the convict’s bones and corroding his marrows. Billions of Yin spirits flowing within the depths of the waters would tear away and devour his soul. The paper flower boat is incredibly small, and countless Yin spirits would be able to clamber atop the boat and gnaw away at his soul. Coupled with the waters from the Creek of Forgetfulness, the pain that we’re talking about… is over a dozen times worse than the suffering afflicted by the sky lantern punishment.”

Black Yaksha’s jaws dropped, and his mind instantly went blank.

“I happen to have in my possession some of the water from the Creek of Forgetfulness.” The Second King Yanluo added, “Speaking of which, this was a punishment that was first pioneered by Lai Junchen no less. What a cool guy…”

Very well…

Qin Ye smiled, “Will he die from this? I still have use for his soul later on.”

“No.” The Harken smiled. “And this is the beauty of the paper flower boat punishment. The light in the middle of the boat would protect his soul and keep it from dissipating. The debilitation only eats away at his physical body.”

“And how long will the punishment last?”

The Harken sighed, “It depends entirely on the strength of the one who metes out the punishment.”

Satisfied, Qin Ye retracted his gaze...