I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

I saw that the living Yama at this time was like a mud puddle, with broken muscles and bones all over his body.

Let alone stand up.

Just lying on the ground, it's like mud.

The most frightening thing is not this.

It's that the living Yama's body is full of tooth marks and flesh and blood, as if someone bit his flesh and blood from his body.

Seeing live Yama like this.

Wang Yifan frowned.

"How did this living Yama become like this!"

I heard Wang Yifan's question.

The big belly ghost couldn't help shaking, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Don't blame the adults, it's not the small official who used lynching indiscriminately, but the living Yan Luo Mengkai is guilty of crimes in the world, and the hell souls see him in hell and have to eat his flesh!"

"The villain alone can't stop the raging people!"

As he said, he knelt on the ground, shaking his wrists, and unexpectedly took out a cutting board from the ground of the mortar hell, on which there were hundreds of bundles of black bamboo slips.

He handed the bamboo slips to Wang Yifan and said.

"My lord, please see, this is the blood book written by the unjust soul who died in the hands of the living Yan Luo Meng Kai!"

"Lin Lin has a total of one hundred and eighty-eight volumes!"

Seeing these bamboo slips, Wang Yifan frowned.

In ancient times, there was an idiom called: "It's too many to write!"

It means that a person's sins are hard to write even if the green bamboos that have been cut to the full mountain can't be finished.

Looking at it now, this living Yan Luo Mengkai is not only an evil spirit in a ghost, but also a great evil person when he is a human being in the sun.

Wang Yifan calmly took out a scroll from the bamboo slips.

I opened it and saw it was written above.

[Meng thief encircled Chen County for a hundred days, but the Guandong was still years old without any crops, people hungry against the wall, thief captured people and eaten, killing thousands a day. The thieves have pounding and milling villages, which are hundreds of huge burrows. 】

This text is only more than 50 words, but every word is like blood.

Capture people and eat, kill thousands a day!

Hundreds of giant mortars will be born and received, and the bones will be combined and eaten!

This is killing and feeding, the great evil of ancient times!

No wonder the evil spirits in hell want to eat and live the human flesh of Yama. This is just to repay Meng Kai's sins in Yangjian!

At this time, even if it is a character like Wang Yifan, he can't help but get furious!

He gritted his teeth and said: "So this Living Yama really doesn't claim to be, you Meng Kai really deserves this name!"

And hearing Wang Yifan's questioning, the living Yama, who was lying on the ground like mud, still laughed disdainfully.

"Hahahaha, what Laozi sits in the world is a sedan chair carried by sixteen people, and sleeps on an ivory bed of gold inlaid with jade. How much glory he enjoyed, how wealthy, how many women slept, and how much wine and meat he ate."

"Even if you die this time, it's worth going to hell!"

Living Yama, the evil thief, didn't care about life and death, it can be said that the spirit is immortal.

"It's worth it?"

Wang Yifan squinted his eyes slightly, with awe-inspiring killing intent in his heart.

He opened the bamboo slips handed by the big belly ghost one by one, picked up the Zhubi and began to annotate.

"Break the house and destroy the door, kill people for food, and go into the hell of the mortar after death, and be trampled by the mortar 113,000 times!"

The thieves robbed, bullied and bullied the weak. When they died, they would go to the hell of the oil pan and be fried in oil 36,000 times.

"Torturing and killing people, torturing the people, and taking the responsibility of going into the hell of the cow pit after death, being trampled on by tens of thousands of cattle ninety-nine thousand times!"

"Fornication and looting..."

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Accompanied by Wang Yifan's sentencing.

His voice grew louder.

The tremor caused the entire hell to fall to the sea, and the mountains were rumbling.

In the void, volcanoes erupt and sulfur is everywhere.

The ghosts of hell looked at the sky that was red by the volcano in horror.

There were expressions of suspicion one after another.

"Which evil spirit is this that provokes the yin chief's anger?"

"The ordinary Yinsi official doesn't have such a great power at all. It must be one of the ten temples!"

"Yes, yes, yes, the emperor was angry, bleeding and drifting, and the king of hell was angry, hell spitting fire."

And just when all the ghosts in hell are doing ghosts with their tails between them, they are careful for fear of angering the superiors of the underworld.

Wang Yifan's Zhubi has finished the final roll of bamboo slips.

He took a long breath, and threw the ink brush and bamboo slips into the arms of the big belly ghost.

"Bull belly ghost, come and read!"

The big-bellied ghost who is flaunting his might at this time looks like an aggrieved little daughter-in-law.

He picked up the file gently, for fear that he would accidentally anger the cold-faced judge in front of him.

He held the file and said softly.

"The criminal lives Yan Luo and Meng Kai, the crime is extremely heinous! It is unforgivable!"

"I have been thrown into eighteen layers of hell and tortured one by one!"

"Time to be sentenced..."

Seeing the time of torture, Datugui's hands trembled, almost trembling chanting.

He was tortured for 168,000 years... and then he went into the realm of hell, and he would never be allowed to live forever!

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