Death Inquisitor

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In an inexplicable place, He Shaohua kept walking. This place was somewhat familiar to him, as if he had been there before.

It wasn't until he looked carefully several times that he discovered that this was the place where he had murdered girls before.

It's also his favorite place.

Because this is the old campus of their school, generally speaking, no one will come here at all.

So this is the safest and most convenient place for him to dispose of the body.

He didn't feel anything strange when he came here before, but today he did feel as if his soul had been ripped out.

He was very scared. Walking in the corridor of the teaching building of the old campus, looking at the dust everywhere, He Shaohua felt that his legs were a little weak.

He walked along the corridor until he reached the end, only to find that there was an extra window.

There was a staircase next to the window, which he had never seen before.

Logically speaking, the stairs should be in the middle of the corridor.

However, this time he appeared at the end of the corridor.

Moreover, the stairs that were originally supposed to be made of cement were now made of wood.

He Shaohua instinctively felt that this place was dangerous, but his body still began to walk up the stairs uncontrollably.

Perhaps because it was too old, he could clearly hear a "crunching" sound every time he stepped on it.

After going to the second floor, He Shaohua walked into the first classroom.

There were no tables, chairs or benches in the classroom, only countless scattered photos covering the entire classroom floor.

These old and yellowed photos, all the contents on them are the process of violence committed by He Shaohua in the past.

At this time, each of those numerous photos was like a sharp knife.

It looked so scary, so desperate.

"Bang!"

The sudden sound made He Shaohua turn his face, and he saw a bloody face on the window.

The face was rubbing back and forth against the glass, making a harsh sound, as if something was scratching at his heart.

What made He Shaohua even more horrified was that he felt that he recognized that face. After taking a closer look, he found that the face was actually his own.

And at this moment, he suddenly found himself looking through the glass and seeing himself standing in the classroom.

This feeling of visual confusion made his whole nerves collapse.

Just when he was confused, his face suddenly started to rub against the glass.

Countless blood flowed freely, and the pain on his face made him groan.

He couldn't resist, so he had to endure it.

He could see himself in the classroom, being cut up by countless photos on the ground, until his body turned into pieces of minced meat, and it was all over.

However, the next second, he unexpectedly found himself reappearing in the classroom, with the same bloody face on the window.

The pain started to happen again.

He didn't know how many times he repeated it before his consciousness returned to his body.

But at this time, he was still entangled in the growing hair, and everything was still going on.

His body began to gradually disintegrate, and the female ghost in the blackboard began to pull his body into the blackboard bit by bit.

His soul also gradually separated from his body. While he was in a trance, the white human figures behind him suddenly rushed towards his soul.

After the heart-piercing pain, his soul disappeared from this world.

"Ding, the trial is completed, He Shaohua, the fear value is 987, and the despair value is 929."

"Ding, Death Judge Ye Chen received an S-level evaluation, and was awarded 6,000 points, 1,500,000 cash, and a permanent skill: Light and Shadow!"

Ye Chen waved his hand to close the live broadcast. It was still only noon.

The sunshine outside was still very dazzling. After thinking about it for a while, I was about to go out. Suddenly my expression changed and I closed the curtains with a wave of my hand.

Then I saw a burst of green smoke rising, and a bull-headed kid appeared in Ye Chen's study.

Before he knelt down, Ye Chen asked directly: "If you have anything to do, just tell me directly. I am not an official of your underworld. You don't need to be so polite to me."

After the bull-headed kid hesitated for a while, he continued: "Yan Jun invites you to come to the underworld for a talk. I wonder if I am free."

Ye Chen frowned and continued to ask: "Do you know what the King of Hell wants to do with me?"

Ye Chen was very surprised. He never thought that the King of Hell would actually seek him out to go to the underworld.

Apart from occasionally letting the King of Hell judge one or two difficult evil spirits, there was no other interaction between him and the King of Hell.

Besides, he is still human after all. After all, there is something wrong with going to the underworld like this.

The bull-headed kid shook his head: "I'm telling you, sir, Yan Jun didn't tell Xiao Chai what was going on. He just asked Xiao Cha to tell you that he was going to discuss your identity."

My identity? Ye Chen was a little confused.

No, he didn't know what he wanted to tell him by saying this.

But after thinking for a while, he had a guess in his mind.

He didn't say the words, but the bull-headed kid nodded and said: "You go back and report to the King of Hell first, I will be there soon."

The bull-headed kid nodded, repainted into a puff of smoke, and disappeared into Ye Chen's study.

After Ye Chen used his senses to send a message to Liang Yin, he also disappeared into the study.

The reason why he did this was because Liang Yin would always feel his aura. This time, his aura suddenly disappeared, so he naturally had to inform Liang Yin first.

In the Hell Hall of Hell, Ye Chen suddenly appeared here.

But before that, he had already informed the King of Hell, so it didn't cause any commotion.

After the King of Hell saw Ye Chen, he waved his hand and told everyone to retreat first.

It wasn't until there were only two of them left in the Yama Palace that the King of Hell became enthusiastic and said: "Thank you to the immortal for helping me in the underworld many times. The little god should have visited me long ago. It's just about this matter in the underworld." I'm so busy that I can't get away for a while, so I have no choice but to go to heaven."

Ye Chen waved his hand. This King of Hell looked like just a young man, not at all the same as what was shown on TV.

But there were also a lot of polite words in his mouth, which made Ye Chen a little unhappy.

He has always had this kind of character, regardless of identity, only about relationships. There is no relationship between the King of Hell and him, so he doesn't like to talk too much with the King of Hell. ..

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