Death Inquisitor

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However, King Zhou was still roaring, "Let me go, let me go..."

Do you dare to call yourself the king in front of me? Ye Chen's eyes turned cold. This old ghost from thousands of years ago must have stayed in the eighteenth level of hell for too long, and his brain has become stupid.

If he still dares to scream in front of him, hasn't he noticed the gap between him and himself? It's really ridiculous.

"King Zhou?" Ye Chen snorted twice: "You were cruel and tyrannical thousands of years ago. I didn't expect that after so many years of death, you would still dare to act recklessly in the underworld!"

King Zhou suppressed his ghostly aura and lowered his attitude, "Who are you? Why are you going against me!?"

"You will soon know who I am, and now...it's time for you to pay the price for what you have done."

After Ye Chen finished speaking, he raised his hand and King Zhou disappeared into the study. At the same time, Douyu Live's death live broadcast room was opened again, and countless fans poured in in an instant.

The screen lit up slightly, and a few lines of subtitles appeared on the screen:

King Zhou, male, unknown age, the last king of the Shang Dynasty.

Crime: Foolish and immoral, framed Zhongliang, killed countless civilians...

Fans immediately became excited when they saw the subtitles, and the comments were like running water.

"I'll go, when I'm drunk, I won't even hold on to the wall, I just obey the judge! This is so awesome, I can even judge a character like King Zhou!"

"What's the big deal? Qin Shihuang is still the emperor of the ages, and he is not being judged by the boss of the judge."

"No, hasn't King Zhou been dead for many years? And isn't he on the list of gods?"

"Who knows whether the list of gods is true or false? Just watch the live broadcast quietly. The judge boss won't trick us anyway."

When the screen lit up completely, the noisy voices reached the ears of countless fans.

In an ancient street, people dressed in Shang and Zhou dynasties were shouting lively.

This is a lively market. King Zhou is dressed in rich clothes and stands blankly in the lively place. Among the many ordinary people, he looks particularly conspicuous.

It took him a while to react, but after listening to the words in his ear, his face suddenly became angry, "You unscrupulous people! Why don't you kneel down when you see me!"

His angry scolding made the people who didn't care about him focus their attention on him, but everyone's eyes were very confused.

They don't know what kind of king the person in front of them is. In their hearts, this is just an inexplicable person.

After the bustling market was quiet for a while, the bustle resumed, and no one paid attention to him.

King Zhou was furious. He was still immersed in his supreme power and could not extricate himself.

"How dare you!" He was so angry that he grabbed a commoner next to him, "How dare you be so disrespectful to me!"

The man caught by King Zhou looked at him as if he were an idiot, and pushed King Zhou's hand away, "You must be sick!"

King Zhou was stunned for a moment, and his face darkened little by little, "Diao Min, what did you say?"

He was already murderous, and when he was about to mobilize his ghost energy, he realized that he had no strength at all.

The people broke free from his hand and left cursing, but King Zhou felt as if his heart was about to explode.

In these thousands of years, he had never suffered any grievance. Even at the moment of his death, he burned himself to death, and he had never suffered such anger.

But at this time, he was actually being humiliated like this by a plain-headed commoner, and there was nothing he could do about it.

This was too painful for him.

Ye Chen looked at King Zhou on the screen and couldn't help but sneer, thinking that for such powerful people, the most unbearable thing for them is not the physical torture.

It's about letting such a person fall from a high position to the bottom. This kind of psychological torture and pain is the most unbearable for him.

"Ah!" King Zhou roared angrily, his eyes were red, he looked at the people in the entire market and said angrily: "I want you to die... I want you all to die! I want to kill you..."

All the people in the whole market looked at King Zhou with very surprised eyes.

King Zhou was so angry that he grabbed a man standing in front of him and beat him with his fist.

The man had no preparation, and suddenly he was hit in the nose by King Zhou. In pain, he screamed and squatted down.

The man standing next to him, who seemed to be his friend, said to King Zhou: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why do you hit people?"

King Zhou roared violently and punched out again. At this time, he was already prepared, but he knocked King Zhou to the ground.

King Zhou at this time was just an ordinary person, and even his physical fitness was not as good as that of ordinary people.

"This bastard went crazy. Not only did he beat people randomly, he also said he wanted to kill us all..."

"Hit him..."

"Yes, beat him, beat him to death..."

King Zhou looked at the people who were gradually surrounding him, and finally panicked. Only then did he realize that he was no longer the king of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, nor was he the Ghost Emperor who even the King of Hell was afraid of. He now

Here, he is just an extremely ordinary person.

With so many people attacking him at the same time, he would be the opponent of so many people.

He was kicked and fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

The punches and kicks of countless people made King Zhou extremely uncomfortable. In the past, these people were just ants in his eyes. He didn't care about their life or death at all.

But now, these ants that he didn't care about before are now looking at him condescendingly. King Zhou didn't care about physical pain.

But this kind of huge pain that extended from the body to the spirit was unbearable for him.

"Ah..." King Zhou shouted like crazy. He stood up with force, but fell to his knees again soon.

There were too many people... too many... Countless people were spurning him, and their curses, fists and kicks were like sharp swords, piercing his heart.

Then one knife after another cut into his heart, it was unbearable but there was nothing he could do.

After a long time, the people who surrounded him gradually dispersed.

King Zhou lay on the ground like a dead dog.

Dying, looking like he might die at any moment.

Ye Chen looked at all this indifferently. This was just a defeat of King Zhou's psychological defense. There were countless things he needed to do. ..

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