Death Inquisitor

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Qin Hui persuaded him earnestly: "So I say, it's better not to treat me like this. I really have no problem at all. If you really want to continue, not only will it not have any effect, but it will also Let the King of Hell cause trouble for you. Otherwise, you should send me back to the underworld as soon as possible. In this case, I will not hold you accountable this time. In this case, you will have no problems. this way?"

This can be considered a combination of kindness and power. This Qin Hui also hangs out with the ghosts in the underground, so the tone of his speech is completely different from that of the Song Dynasty. On the contrary, he is almost like a modern profiteer.

It's just that even if he breaks the law today, nothing can be changed. Ye Chen doesn't want to hear his nonsense anymore, so the punishment that Qin Hui will bear will really begin at this time.

Rumble…

The originally sunny sky was covered with dark clouds in the blink of an eye. What was constantly shuttled among those dark clouds were not ordinary white thunder and lightning, but the purple thunder and lightning used by the Death Judge to deal with ghosts like them. Thunder and lightning are the most just force at this time.

Now this purple thunder and lightning is full of awe-inspiring righteousness, which is most suitable for dealing with ghosts like Qin Hui.

The thunder and lightning hadn't fallen yet, but its power was enough to make Qin Hui's expression change drastically. His eyes were full of fear, and his body was shaking unconsciously. He had never thought before that one day he would be struck by lightning like this.

"Judge of Death!" Qin Hui shouted in panic: "Do you know what you will do again? I am a ghost belonging to the underworld. If you dare to destroy me, the King of Hell will not let you go!"

Bang...

A bolt of lightning fell directly and hit Qin Hui's head, dyeing his soul purple. The pain made him scream in agony.

Ye Chen's voice at this time also reached his ears: "Judging you is a decision jointly made by the King of Hell and me!"

Qin Hui's last hope was gone. When the purple thunder and lightning on the surface of his soul completely disappeared, he fell to the ground softly, and green smoke came out of his soul.

This happened after his Yin Qi was burned by lightning. He is different from Bai Qi. It was because of Bai Qi's many years of cultivation and the resentment of countless wronged souls that he became so powerful that he could not be reincarnated.

His strength may not be that strong. The reason why he is like this is just because he has done too many bad things and accumulated too much yin energy in himself.

Even the Tao of Reincarnation has no way to completely eliminate his Yin Qi, so this is the result.

The thunder and lightning in the sky were still shining, but no thunder and lightning fell anymore.

Qin Hui stood up slowly, his face so gloomy that he was about to drip with water. Now he wanted to bite the death judge to death! He had only truly felt the pain of being electrocuted in the eighteenth level of hell.

But that happened a long time ago. At that time, he didn't dare to trouble the King of Hell and the judge, so he could only endure it.

But it was different now. In his heart, this so-called death judge was definitely not as good as the real judge, let alone the King of Hell.

Therefore, he does not have any hatred towards the King of Hell in his heart, but he hates the Judge of Death from the bottom of his heart!

"Death Judge, you have angered me!"

Ye Chen smiled contemptuously. Does Qin Hui really think that he is still the high-status traitor in the Song Dynasty? It's really ridiculous to see what the truth is.

Bang...

There was another thunderous sound, and he was knocked to the ground again. Ye Chen had lost all patience with him.

So, before he could get up this time, it started raining in the sky.

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

"Ah...Death Judge...the truth will never let you go!"

The raindrops fell on Qin Hui's body, which was even more painful than a living person facing sulfuric acid.

He could no longer stand up and could only crawl on the ground. The Yin Qi in his soul was quickly eliminated.

A lot of black liquid flowed out from Qin Hui's body, which was his Yin Qi.

He knew that if he continued to be washed away like this, not only would the Yin Qi accumulated in his body for so many years be gone, but even his own soul would disappear.

He didn't know how much pain he endured before he moved into the strange building. Without the love of the rain, he shivered and stood up.

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

He really wanted to rush out and find that Death Judge and kill him! However, not only did he have no Yin energy at all now, he couldn't even get out of this strange building.

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

He is a soul, so he is not very afraid of this. But after the shaking, the building he was in did not fall down. Instead, countless tentacle-like things appeared on the ceiling above his head.

He has no Yin Qi, and is no different from an ordinary ghost now, or in other words, he can basically do nothing now. The difference between him and an ordinary person is that he has no substance.

But even though he had no body, he couldn't avoid the entanglement of those tentacles.

Qin Hui didn't take these tentacles too seriously at first, but he soon discovered that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

As soon as those tentacles touched him, the painful feeling of being pierced had already completely eroded him.

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

It's just that the ceiling of the entire hall is covered with these tentacles, where can he hide? He wanted to go up to the next floor and have a look, but he couldn't find a ladder to go upstairs at all.

At this time, naturally no one would remind him that the iron door that seemed inexplicable to him was called an elevator in modern people's mouth.

There were too many tentacles. Qin Hui was hung up by these tentacles in a short while, and countless tentacles quickly wrapped him into a rice dumpling.

Qin Hui's sobs of pain never stopped. But his voice became smaller and smaller, and his soul became weaker and weaker. ..

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