Death Inquisitor

"Hey, seeing what you do at a young age can't support yourself, you have to make yourself like this, it's really not worth it." The old man said with a serious heart.

It's a pity that Ouyang Zicao can still hear people preaching here, even though there is someone next to him now.

But the head that chased him before did not know when he would come back again. At that time, the old man might be fine, but he could be bad luck.

Thinking like this, he suddenly became more nervous, and said with some nervousness: "Uncle, this is really not the time to say this, see if you can find a way to send me to the airport? I can give you money, a lot, a lot Money..."

Before his words were finished, the old man interrupted his words: "Yes, young people, you owe money to others now, where is there any money for me, and Grandpa does not want your money, I am now I’ll be able to take you to the airport, just follow me.”

Ouyang Zicao is now out of luck. Where else can you think of other things. Hearing the old man saying this, he nodded in a hurry, his face ecstatic.

Seeing him like this, the old man sighed and said nothing more. He turned directly and started walking outside the factory building.

Ouyang Zicao followed nervously behind the old man, trying to open the road several times for the old man, but he still didn't say it.

Ouyang Zicao followed the old man's footsteps and didn't dare to relax. He kept looking around, fearing to rush out of a person without a head, or a head without a body.

However, his luck was not bad, and he came across nothing along the way.

The two walked for a while, except for the factory building, and then along the road.

Ouyang Zicao's eyes rolled around and said, "Uncle, thank you very much today, if not you, I don't know what I should do."

The uncle didn't look back, but just said, "If you're thankful, you don't have to. You just need to... cough..."

When the old man said half of it, he didn't continue to speak down, but just made an unpleasant laugh.

Ouyang Zicao vaguely felt something wrong. He jumped in his heart and asked slightly: "Uncle, what do you want? I still have some money left in my hand. If you want it, I can give it all to you."

He was still afraid. At this time, he had already become a soldier, and any change in movement would make him extremely frightened.

The uncle did not answer his words, but kept walking. Ouyang Zicao already felt something was wrong, looking at the old man's rickety figure from behind, and stopped slowly.

"Uncle, let me tell you first what you want." His voice has become very tense.

The old man finally stopped and turned around, with a sneer on his face and said, "I only need you, paying for what I did wrong."

Ouyang Zicao's face suddenly became very ugly, swallowing hard, and he asked flustered, "Who the **** are you?"

The old man didn't speak anymore, but slowly raised his hand and put it on his head. Then, under Ouyang Zicao's stunned eyes, the old man's head was "plucked" by himself.

"you you you……"

Ouyang Zicao was already scared and stupid. He thought he had got rid of this nightmare temporarily, but he didn't expect that he had sent it to the door now.

"Because of you, my son will be mad, he will kill me! It's your fault!"

The old man's bitter voice was the same as the life-threatening demon from hell.

"No... it's not my business, it's all his own fault, it's all because he goes to drugs..."

Ouyang Zicao desperately wanted to shirk his responsibilities. He had just turned around and found that there were countless such heads floating in the air behind him.

Countless pairs of vicious eyes looked at Ouyang Zicao, if the hateful eyes had already killed, he had already died countless times.

"what!"

Ouyang Zicao was so frightened that he didn't know where he was going.

"Kill him, get revenge!"

"revenge……"

"Kill him, my husband is because of him!"

"........."

The hustle and bustle sound echoed in Ouyang Zicao's ear, his face became pale, without any trace of blood.

Those floating heads finally lost all their patience. At this moment of revenge, all the heads rushed towards him.

Numerous teeth were bitten on Ouyang Zicao's body, and he began to cry in pain. After a while, all his body and his body became blurred.

He was tearing his heads constantly, but these heads were too many, and everyone was full of resentment towards him.

He didn't persist for long, and died in pain.

"Ding, the trial is completed, Ouyang Zicao, fear value 787, despair value 673."

"In the comprehensive evaluation..."

"Ding, the death judge Ye Chen received an S-level evaluation, rewarded 5000 points, cash 1.4 million, and received the item: No Great Return to Dan!"

With a wave of his hand, the live broadcast was closed, and Ye Chen stood up. As he drew the curtains, the evening sunset shone in, and the room was full of Jinhui.

Looking out the window, Ye Chen said to herself, "It seems that the way of reversing time is good for trial."

This is Ye Chen's first attempt to reverse the time of the criminal being judged and the real world. It should be useful in many cases.

Thinking of going to a charity party today, Ye Chen walked out of the study. Everyone in the family had returned, and after seeing Ye Chen, they all started talking to him.

After chatting with his family for a few words, Ye Chen said to Liang Yin: "There is a charity party tonight, I want to ask you to go together, how?"

Liang Yin asked with some surprise: "Charity party? When were you interested in such an event?"

Ye Chen shrugged: "Andy told me to go. She said it was a charity party organized by our company. Anyway, I was also the chairman of the company. She invited me to this kind of event, and I couldn't refuse it."

Liang Yin pointed to his stomach: "Is it okay to go like this?"

A happy smile appeared on Ye Chen's face, and said indifferently: "What does it matter, the charity party, there will be no surprises. And, you should take maternity leave."

Liang Yin shook his head and said indifferently: "Do you think I need to take maternity leave?"

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