Death Inquisitor

Qin Hui bitterly persuaded: "So I said, you should not treat me like this. I really have no problem. If you really want to continue, it will not only have any effect, but also Let the king find you in trouble. Otherwise, you should send me back to the prefecture as soon as possible. In this case, I will not hold you accountable this time. In this way, you will have no problem, you see this way?"

What kind of kindness is this? Qin Hui is also mixed with the ghosts in the underground, so the tone of this speech is completely different from that of the Song Dynasty, but it is similar to a modern profiteer.

It's just that he can't change anything even if he says that he will break the sky. Ye Chen doesn't want to hear his nonsense, so the punishment that Qin Hui must bear at this time really started.

Rumble...

It was still a sunny sky, and in the blink of an eye it was covered with dark clouds. It was not the ordinary white lightning that was continually shuttled among those clouds, but the purple lightning used by death judges to deal with their ghosts. Thunderbolt was the most just force at this time.

Now this purple thunderbolt is full of awe-inspiring righteousness, it is the most suitable to deal with ghosts like Qin Hui.

Thunder and lightning haven't come down yet, but that kind of power is enough to make Qin Hui's face change greatly. His eyes were full of fear, and his body was shaking consciously. He had never thought of it before, and one day he would be struck by such a lightning.

"Death magistrate!" Qin Hui shouted in panic: "Do you know what you do? I'm a ghost under the prefecture. If you dare to destroy me, the king will never let you go!"

Boom...

A thunderbolt fell directly on Qin Hui's head and dyed his soul directly into purple. The painful taste made him scream.

Ye Chen's voice at this time also passed into his ears: "It is the common decision of King Yan and me to judge you!"

Qin Hui's last hope was gone. When the purple lightning on the surface of his soul completely disappeared, he also fell to the ground, and there were blue smoke coming out of the soul.

This is a situation only after his yin qi was burned by lightning, he is different from Bai Qi. Bai Qi's practice for many years, coupled with the grievances of countless grievances, will cause him to have such a strong strength that he cannot be reborn.

His strength may not be so strong. The reason why he is like this is only because he has done too many bad things and accumulated too much yin.

There is no way for Samsara to completely kill his yin, so it will produce such a result.

The thunder and lightning in the sky are still shining, but there is no more thunder and lightning.

Qin Hui stood up slowly, and his face was dripping with gloomy face. He now wished to kill the death judge! The pain of being shocked by electric shock was only felt in the eighteenth floor of hell.

But that was also a long time ago. At that time, he dared not go to the trouble of the king and the judge, so he could only endure.

But now it is different. In his mind, what is called a death judge is definitely not as good as a real judge, let alone a king.

Therefore, he would not have any hatred for the king of the king, but he hated the death judge!

"Death Inquisitor, you angered the truth!"

Ye Chen smiled contemptuously. Does Qin Hui really think that by now, he is still a high-ranking adult in the Song Dynasty? What's the truth, it's ridiculous.

Boom...

There was another thunderous thunderous loud noise, and he was fell to the ground again, and Ye Chen had lost all his patience with him.

So, this time before he got up, it rained in the sky.

The color of raindrops is also purple like thunder and lightning, which is full of the awe-inspiring spirit of this world.

"Ah...the death judge...the truth will never let you go!"

The rain fell on Qin Hui's body, and it was even more painful than living people facing sulfuric acid.

He couldn't stand up and could only crawl on the ground. The yin in his soul was quickly eliminated.

There was a lot of black liquid flowing under Qin Hui's body, these were his yin qi.

He knew that if he was washed away like this again, not only would he have lost his yin for so many years, even his own soul would disappear.

He didn't know how much pain he suffered, so he moved himself into that strange building. Without the love of the rain, he kept trembling and stood up.

"Death...Death Judge..." Qin Hui's roar was filled with countless resentments.

He wanted to rush out to find the death judge, and killed him! But now, not only is he no longer a little bit angry, he can't even walk out of this strange building.

While he was still thinking about how to get out, all of a sudden, the building he was in shook violently, as if he might fall down at any time.

He is a soul, so he is not so afraid of this. However, after this shaking, the building he was in did not fall down. Instead, countless tentacles appeared on the ceiling above his head.

He has no yin qi, and now there is no difference from ordinary ghosts, or he can basically do nothing now. The difference with an ordinary person is that there is no entity.

However, even if he had no entity, he could not avoid the entanglement of those tentacles.

Qin Hui didn't take these tentacles too seriously at first, but soon he found himself wrong, and it was very serious.

Those tentacles only touched him, and the painful feeling of being pierced completely eroded him.

He immediately floated up, constantly avoiding the attacks of those tentacles.

It's just that all the tentacles are on the ceiling of this hall. Where can he hide? He wanted to go upstairs, but he didn't find a ladder to go upstairs.

At this time, there was naturally no one, and no one would remind him that the inexplicable iron door in his eyes was called the elevator in the mouth of modern people.

Too many tentacles, Qin Hui was suspended by such tentacles in a short while, and countless tentacles quickly wrapped him into dumplings.

Qin Hui's sobbing cry never stopped. Only his voice became smaller and smaller, and his soul became weaker and weaker. ..

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