Infinite Throne

[Wang Goudan]: That's so sour, I can't believe it

[Lord of the Abyss]: Smoothing his chin with his slender fingers, his eyes narrowed, and he said meaningfully: "Interesting."

[Super Rich Orange Seat]: Long time no see, what are you busy with recently?

[Sexy Spider Louis]: The aliens in the leather factory have eaten too much, they have eaten to more than 30 layers, we have to start protecting rare species

[Emperor Huaji]: I knew there would be such a day

As for those ghosts, the audience in the live broadcast room don't care. Anyway, the anchor will solve it, and the audience only needs to be responsible for the sand sculpture.

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"You go in and take a look first." An order came from not far away.

The person who spoke was a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old, surrounded by many monks, wearing gorgeous robes, white with gold patterns, and wearing a golden crown.

Not only Lin Yebai thought of the county government, but also the cultivators who came with him. Whoever takes the lead will be the first to break through the foundation building stage, and not only can he become a disciple of the immortal sect, but he will also have the power to protect himself in this dangerous place.

Zhao Po Ri, the contractor of the Martial God Space, has become Lin Shao's follower and shouted:

"Why don't you go in quickly? Lin Shao is the descendant of the Lin family, the immortal cultivation family of the Moon Watching Immortal Sect. He has broken through to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining at a young age. Letting you do things is to appreciate you."

"There will be rewards after you come out." Lin Shao was arrogant and glanced at Lin Yebai casually. He didn't even wear a robe, and it seemed that he didn't have many magic tools. This is too poor.

He said in a tone of alms: "A second-grade robe, is it enough?"

Some members of the Martial God Space were mixed in Lin Shao's crowd, and they were all looking forward to it.

The second-grade robe is like a sack in front of a high-level contractor, and "Luo En" will definitely not look down on it. If he offends the immortal cultivation family in public, he will have a hard time in this world in the future.

Strong men have their own pride. Can they bear this?

This is an open conspiracy.

Lin Yebai didn't say anything, just glanced at that Lin Shao.

Crow immediately added a doom energy ring to him, and then added buffs to the members of the Martial God Space one by one, without leaving any behind.

"Don't want to?" Lin Shao sank his face. It was the first time he met someone who didn't look at him well. He was the grandson of Jindan Zhenren. No matter who participated in this kind of test, he would give him some face. Even the outer sect elders who presided over the test were very friendly.

Lin Yebai flicked the blade lightly. Although it was not unsheathed, the Wusheng Knife had its own tacit understanding. A cold knife sound shocked the whole audience.

The invisible silk thread spread from the scabbard to Lin Shao with the sound of the knife, wrapped around Lin Shao's neck, and dragged him to the gate of the county government.

In the eyes of everyone, Lin Yebai just touched the knife and did nothing.

Lin Shao ran straight to the gate of the county government at a very fast speed and directly knocked open the gate covered with talisman paper, as if he had found some clues.

This is Yin's unique skill. The sound is transmitted in another space. Unless the performer wants to, others cannot hear it.

Lin Yebai studied a little and was more than capable of controlling someone like Lin Shao.

"What did you do to our Lin Shao?" Zhao Po Ri didn't see clearly what happened, but Lin Shao, who was always afraid of death, would never leave so many people and go in by himself.

"Lin Shao should have found something." Lin Yebai retreated behind the crowd.

Those people didn't care about accountability and wanted to enter the gate of the county government. Unfortunately, the gate was automatically closed without wind, and it suddenly closed with a clang.

Whether they used physical attacks or spells, the gate did not move at all. It seems that Lin Shao should have really found something, maybe this is where the opportunity lies.

They were unwilling to wait outside, and they couldn't get in. The county government seemed to have become a plane, like a painting hanging on the wall. And they were in the real world and couldn't get into the painting anyway.

I don't know when, the old beggar disappeared.

A scream suddenly sounded in the county government, it was Lin Shao's voice, shrill and terrified.

The monks who were responsible for protecting Young Master Lin were a little panicked and hurried to open the door.

This time, the door opened as soon as it was pushed. It was pitch black inside. A shrunken corpse was hanging behind the door, swaying in the wind. It looked light and weightless.

It was raining today, and the sky was gloomy at this time. The floating corpse looked particularly terrifying.

Zhao Po Ri hurriedly went up, untied the shrunken corpse, and casually broke off the head.

"Great, it's not Young Master Lin!"

[Literature Guide]: Loyalty

[Woo Woo Monster]: Tears

"Go in quickly and find Young Master Lin."

They originally carried a jade pendant for positioning, but it had lost its sense at this time. Young Master Lin didn't seem to be here.

These people turned the county government office inside and out, and there was no sign that Young Master Lin had been here.

The body of the prefect was left on the bed, and the prefect's wife died at the door, as if she had accidentally fallen and hit her. There were also some servants' bodies, some of which had bulging stomachs filled with rotten fish and shrimp, emitting a rotten stench. Some died in their sleep, unaware and unconscious.

Lin Yebai observed the county government office for a while and found that the space here was a bit special, connected to a certain illusory space.

"Look, our footprints are gone." A cultivator said in surprise.

Originally, there was a layer of black ash in the county government office, and the footprints were very obvious. There were too many people coming in, and the footprints were messy. Now, there was no trace left.

Originally, you could hear the woman crying outside, but you couldn't hear it after entering. Everyone was startled, and then the woman's crying came again.

Immortal cultivators are more courageous than ordinary people. They follow the sound directly. The closer they get, the less and less like the sound of a woman crying.

The source turned out to be a bell hanging in the corridor. The wind blew in and the bell swayed. The corridor of the county government office had a unique terrain, which amplified the sound of the bell. From a distance, it sounded very similar to crying.

A monk casually knocked the bell down and smashed it into several pieces, revealing a roll of white cloth.

Wei Shishi, at the 15th hour of the eighth month of the sixth year of Tianchen.

"What is this?" someone asked.

"I heard that there are several small countries in Southern Continent, and the custom of commemorating the dead is very special."

"They would cast copper bells, dripping blood of blood relatives during the casting process, and finally put the birth date and birth date of the deceased in the bell."

"When the bell is blown by the wind, it is the loved ones calling the name of the deceased."

"Born in the sixth year of Tianchen's reign, Wei Shishi should be sixteen years old this year." Immortal cultivators from nearby calculated Wei Shishi's age based on the year number.

"Behind the county government office is the magistrate's residence. There is only one boudoir that is the best decorated. This Wei Shishi should be the magistrate's daughter."

"After you go out, you can find out what happened. Maybe you can find relevant clues."

"I don't know how Mr. Lin is doing. I hope it's a chance."

Except for the birth date and birth date in the bell, the county government found nothing.

Lin Yebai went to look through the files and check out the recent cases decided by the prefect. If there is a miscarriage of justice or miscarriage of justice, it is possible for the deceased to become a ghost to seek revenge.

One person has gone missing in the last two months. It was He Cuiniang, the wife of the butcher Hu in the town. Butcher Hu said that he and his wife had a quarrel, and her wife wanted to go back to her parents' house to relax. Half a month later, mother

When his family came to visit, they discovered that Butcher Hu's wife was missing.

The prefect ignored this case, just like many previous disappearances. Who knows whether Butcher Hu’s wife was a bandit she met on the way back to her parents’ home or whether she had an accident?

There is also a lawsuit. A storyteller is unscrupulous in his words and deeds, and the words he speaks are meant to offend the current emperor. The prefect sentenced him to fifty pieces of bread and the punishment of having his tongue pulled out. The storyteller Li San lost too much blood and died that night.

He Cuiniang, the butcher's wife, and Li San, the storyteller. The fact that the entire county government has become like this is probably related to them, and the latter is more likely.

Apart from these, Lin Yebai also found several wedding invitations and letters written by the prefect himself to his friends.

Wei Shishi was engaged to He Juren, a newly graduated student, and the wedding date was very early. Because He Juren had to go to Beijing to take the exam, Wei Shishi also went with him.

Not only this is a happy event, the prefect has already cleared the way for Shangguan, and he will be promoted soon. Other than that, there are no other clues.

Lin Yebai did not intend to directly enter the space connected to the county government. The top priority was to confirm the life and death of Hu Butcher and He Juren.

It was getting dark quickly and the rain was still falling.

The ringing of bells can be heard in the street. I don’t know how many people have died suddenly recently. Family members write down the date of birth and hang it under the eaves.

After the wind blows, the bells ring continuously, as if they are echoing each other. After listening to it for a long time, it sounds like a cry of grief. I have resentments in my heart and cannot vent them.

Lin Yebai left the county government and found an inn.

It says Yunlai Inn on the door, but in fact there is not even a waiter. The sleepy innkeeper sits on the threshold and dozes off, his eyes are completely black.

The innkeeper even confiscated the money and prepared the best room and a table of delicious food, just because he was afraid that the immortal would not stay overnight.

"What kind of person is the prefect?" Lin Yebai asked.

"Now that he is dead, it is very likely that he is the source of the ghosts. You can tell anything you know."

The innkeeper closed the door and window, looked around and saw that no one else was there before speaking:

"I didn't dare to say anything before, but now that he is dead, I can only say a few words."

"Our prefect used to come from a poor family. When we were afraid of poverty, we worked hard to make money, wishing we could even scrape the land for oil."

"He doesn't care about useless cases, but if a good person is imprisoned in the county government, as long as the money is in place, a white person can become a black person."

"Like Li San?" Lin Yebai suddenly said.

The innkeeper's expression suddenly changed and he smiled bitterly:

"Immortal, you know everything clearly. Li San was really wronged."

"Liu Yuanwai wants to recruit Li San to tell stories at the Liu family's newly opened inn, but he must sign a deed of prostitution. Li San is not happy. He also wants to send his children to study and take exams, and he refuses to sign a deed of prostitution."

"Later, Yuan Liu sent someone to ask Li San to go to Liu's house to tell stories. That day, Li San's child had a high fever and he couldn't get away, so he declined."

"Unexpectedly, a few days later, Li San was taken to the county government office, beaten fifty times, his tongue was pulled out, and he died of pain."

"I originally wanted to take his son and raise him, but when I went there, it was too late. His mother had been hanged, and her body was still hot. His son had died of illness and was lying on the bed hard."

"It's a good death for the prefect. If things hadn't gotten worse... I could have had a few glasses of wine to celebrate."

The innkeeper's eyes turned red as he spoke, and he yawned a few more times. His eyelids became heavier and heavier. It was completely dark outside.

"Did you dream after you fell asleep?" Lin Yebai asked.

The innkeeper nodded, then shook his head.

It seems like I had a dream and I can’t quite remember it.

The innkeeper felt like he was falling into a deep black sea. He was so sleepy that his body became lighter and lighter, but he heard a sentence:

"Have you ever dreamed of Li San?"

The sound was like the deep snow in midwinter, with both the biting cold and the clearest color in the world.

The innkeeper opened his eyes wide, and Li San was bowing to him. There was still a smile on his face, a little flattering, just like before.

But his lips were particularly red, as if he had secretly applied a woman's rouge. Li San opened his mouth, revealing half of his severed tongue, blood and saliva flowing out, and he spoke very slowly, pausing every now and then, but very clearly:

"If you want to know...what will happen next...?", please remember:,