Chapter 11 The judge of the underworld, spiritual judgment[1]

[Writing with thoughts, if you don’t have enough writing skills, you should use it as a pastime.]

In this world, mortals still seem to be as peaceful as before, but they do not know that the drastic changes in the world have given them the opportunity to become stronger and also given them new tests.

However, they still repeat their previous lives, and the level of life has not improved. Naturally, they do not know that the world has already had a turbulent haze and an unknown death trap lurking everywhere.

Earth.

In a commercial house in Foshan, Guangdong.

A middle-aged man had a nightmare and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water and be awake.

But as his eyes looked at the mirror hanging on the basin, his whole body suddenly became stiff. His long breathing seemed to be pressed by something, becoming much shorter and heavier.

At this time, in addition to his face, there was also a hazy face of a ghost in the mirror. He could only roughly distinguish one outline, but it was extremely terrifying.

"Ghost! Huhu... don't look for me, I didn't do bad things, I didn't do it..."

With the heavy and rapid breathing of the middle-aged man, his commercial house seemed to have been cut into another space. The middle-aged man's whole body seemed to be covered in a layer of not very transparent mist. Even with his 1.5 vision, he could see things 3 meters away, and he could see a little blurry.

The middle-aged man was stunned for less than ten seconds before he suddenly retreated, his pupils slightly dilated, and his whole body began to tremble.

The temperature around seemed to be dropping rapidly, up, down, left and right, and in all directions, as if countless invisible balls of cold wind were whirling, and with a cold breath, it quickly spread throughout the room.

The gloomy breath, dim moonlight, and cold ceramic tiles add a bit of gloomy to this originally narrow space.

"Why are you pestering me? Why!" A scream came from the gloomy space.

The middle-aged man rolled and crawled back to the sofa in the living room, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. At this time, when he was gasping like a giant beast, a sudden strange sound of sound suddenly sounded.

"Because, you are guilty!"

In the dark, a will was poured into the mind of a middle-aged man, and his tone was uncontroversial.

"Uh, it seems that you, a mortal, have a poor memory. So, let me remind you, at around 5:30 pm this afternoon, did you appear in Foshan Hardware City in a white van?"

"Ah!...this, this matter, you, how are you...you...a human or a ghost? The camera clearly did not capture my license plate number, how could you find me?"

The middle-aged man's hair stood up, his heart was scared, and his eyes turned red. He had layer after layer of cold sweat on his back spine. At this time, he could clearly feel that the sweat hairs on the back of his hands and cheeks were already standing up.

Is this what I mean in front of me, "If you want others to know, don't do it unless you do it yourself?"

His back was clearly pressed against the backrest of the sofa, but at this moment he kept moving his body backwards, squeezing every thread of space, and his head looked around from time to time, but he did not see any suspicious figures, as if the words that had just been passed into his mind came from the air.

The voice in the dark: "Haha! If you answer like this, it means you have already remembered that you hit someone?"

"I didn't know that there were people on the ground at that time, so how could it be considered a traffic accident? If not, it definitely doesn't count. The wanted traffic on TV is all pranks." The middle-aged man stared at his eyes and tried his best to make a judgment. His appearance was very ferocious, his blood was rising, and he talked to himself from time to time, which was obviously a symptom of the rising demons in his heart.

But the next second, the aura on the middle-aged man's face seemed to have changed from a vicious spirit to cowardly, timid, and afraid of trouble.

"If I surrender and take the initiative to explain these situations, will I be relieved of lightness?"

As soon as the words were finished, the middle-aged man's aura changed again, becoming vicious and evil, saying, "Hmph, I haven't committed a crime, why should I surrender?"

The middle-aged man's spirit seems to have been split, and the two personalities take turns to communicate in his heart, and present the communication process to the body.

Cowardly: "But... but I really hit someone to death. It has been broadcast on TV. If you want to escape from your sins, you will be retribution!"

Fierce: "Your brain is broken. At that time, you knew you had hit someone, but you ran over the child as if nothing had happened and ran away for fear of sin. Since you have done everything, are you still afraid of retribution?"

Cowardly: "You're talking nonsense, how could I know that the one pressing under the wheels was a child, and the thing I pressed at that time was obviously a rag doll."

Fierce: "No, you and I both know that the child who was hit on the ground was a living person, not a rag doll, but you and I were both very scared at that time, afraid of taking serious responsibility, so they ran away cruelly."

The cowardly personality controlled the body and slumped on the ground, covered the face with both hands, and said intermittently: "You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense. I don't want to listen!"

In the past, he often heard the old man say "Quick Retribution of Cause and Effect", but every time he heard it, he would only smile, just as a story.

But just this afternoon, he committed something that made him feel uneasy, and he saw a "ghost" in the evening.

It turns out that retribution comes quickly. If you do bad things in the afternoon, you will be punished badly the night. If you do bad things at 5 o'clock, you will be punished badly at 10 o'clock. (In the eyes of middle-aged men, being entangled by ghosts is more uncomfortable than death. As the saying goes, if you do bad things, you will be afraid that ghosts will knock on the door.)

Bystander: "Hey, ask yourself your heart, did you really think it was a rag doll?"

The middle-aged man covered his face with his hands and said, "No...no...don't ask me anymore, I don't know you, you are not my heart, I don't know anything, I don't know anything!" At this point, my face was already wet with tears.

This middle-aged man was like a madman, asking questions and answering questions and never noticed that there was an evil young man sitting next to him, or that his naked eyes could not detect the young man.

The young man was wearing a precious suit, but strangely, the items in his hand were very simple. He held a large wolf brush in his left hand and a book shaped like an ancient Chinese account book in his right hand.

The young man looked at the middle-aged man with interest and blinked his eyes.

The evil young man stood up directly, with his gray-brown tight night clothes hanging on his chest, with a string of bone-made tokens carved with the words "underworld".

"You...who are you and how did you come in."

The middle-aged man discovered the evil young man at the first time because this is the effect the evil young man wants.

The evil spirit is exposed, very handsome, but he looks like he is not a mortal. He laughed and said, "Okay, let's start. Uh, let's introduce myself first. As the chief spiritual officer of the underworld, I, xxx, judge the divine ruler by the soul. I am here this time, I hope it can help you."

"Are you a judge? I am law-abiding and every penny I earn is hard-earned money... You have no right to judge me..."

"Stop, who asked you this! I never decide anything, I never decide the guilt of a mortal, I just weigh the guilt he already has. What you fear at this moment is your own feelings, the deepest feelings in your heart."

"Since you are not here to sentence me, please leave. Otherwise, I will sue you for trespassing in a private house."

"People are willing to be judged, they are really willing. When you really have a conscience, punishment is a kind of mercy and relief." (Original words of the Evil Power.)

"You guy who pretends to be a ghost, don't even think of convicting me. I'm innocent, haha, I will never be guilty."
Chapter completed!