I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1176 Deprivation

The palace door is heavy.

The corridor is deep.

Standing in front of the door, Song Zhong felt cold all over and wanted to rub his hands like a sieve, but he held back.

I couldn't help but feel the rage rising.

Everyone in the world said that the old man was a demon, a demon god, who wanted to sacrifice all living things in the world, thus he was sealed.

He was skeptical.

After listening to the old man's words, he thought that although the old man could not be said to be caring about the people, he did distinguish between good and evil, which made the world's righteousness more prosperous.

What now?

He was standing at the door of the inner hall of the yamen.

Witness the great evil of someone impersonating you.

He just took away my article so openly.

Have a mouth, can't speak:

I have hands but can't move them.

Not until he heard the words 'the person has been brought here' did the many invisible shackles on him finally come off.

"Please come in." The majestic words did not contain any hint of invitation.

Song Zhong took mechanical steps and walked into the darkness.

call.

Candles are lit.

It's like the sky is bright.

The person sitting at the main seat was a middle-aged man in official robes. After seeing Song Zhonghou, he calmly extended his hand and said, "Sit down."

Song Zhong sat down in silence.

"Tea."

The beautiful maid served hot tea.

An aide who looked like a Confucian scholar sitting on the other side of the river said with a smile: "This is the county magistrate of Wangcheng. He is a seventh-rank official with a cultivation base at the peak of the Golden Core stage. Mr. Song may have no idea about this. To put it bluntly, the jinchao who invited Mr. Song here will die if he can't even respond to a glance from the Lord."

Song Zhong gripped the teacup tightly.

He was not young anymore, and had seen the cruelty of the world and the rampant corruption. He should not have been angry, but he still could not restrain himself. He did not expect that the world he thought was different was actually more cruel. At least in the Dazhen court, the power of an individual was not extraordinary, and no one could kill others with a glance.

Perhaps it was because he had seen the old demon and heard about the hardships of creating the underworld, so he naturally had a good impression of the underworld.

Although there was a cold person on the road, he was just that cold and did not look like an ordinary clerk.

Chai Bo's words gave him great expectations for the underworld.

After passing the exam, you will benefit the people.

But only after arriving at the county government office in the underworld did he realize how naive he had been.

All expectations were dashed.

Song Zhong said sadly: "Please ask Song to come..."

The lawyer smiled and said, "Mr. Song is a smart man. To be honest, the article is very well written. However, it was not the county magistrate who wanted to steal it, but the son of the governor..."

"Therefore, I am sorry to trouble Mr. Song. With Mr. Song's talent, his practice is as slow as a snail. Why don't we make a deal?"

Song Zhong narrowed his eyes and asked, "What deal?"

The master explained: "As long as Mr. Song doesn't say anything, I will improve Mr. Song's talent for cultivation when I reincarnate in the future."

“In this way, Mr. Song will be able to practice easily in the next life.”

Song Zhong asked in a deep voice: "Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this? Isn't the underworld the place where good and evil are clearly distinguished?"

The county magistrate looked at him with an indifferent expression, and the pressure from his spiritual light seemed like a huge burden that fell on Song Zhong all of a sudden.

puff.

He stopped only when the soul body had weakened by three points, but he did not withdraw his pressure. Instead, he spoke calmly and condescendingly: "You are just a mere mortal, how dare you talk about good and evil."

"If you agree to this condition, you and your family can have a good ending. If you don't agree..."

"This county will send someone to capture their souls right now and reunite your family."

"You know what is right and what is wrong!"

The county magistrate didn't want to take any action at first. He just wanted to sit back and let the lawyer slowly make things happen. He didn't expect that this man was quite knowledgeable about the underworld.

If he were allowed to go to Luodu and report to the capital, his golden elixir at its peak would be destroyed in an instant.

Therefore, the moment Song Zhong uttered the words good and evil, he was already doomed to die.

But before that, he had to make Song Zhong shut up.

This brought out Song Zhong's family.

The lawyer obviously saw that the county magistrate was already angry, so he didn't try to persuade him anymore. After all, it was just a mortal life. He could kill the soul and leave only the true spirit, and send it to the capital for reincarnation. Everything could be done without anyone knowing, so it was a pity that he wasted his breath.

I thought this person would give in, but he is still so stubborn.

Song Zhong is not someone who won't give in.

If he had not seen the old demon god and had not heard the story of Wu Rong, the Lord of Destiny, he would have certainly endured it. But now he really couldn't bear it. He persisted for ten years, searching in vain, and visualizing the old demon god day and night. He felt that the underworld should not be like this.

"..."

Song Zhong gritted his teeth and persisted, his soul and body almost collapsed.

Even the God of the underworld has been sealed, how can he think that the underworld will get better and better.

Usurpers of power abound.

He really shouldn't blame the old devil.

The county magistrate snorted coldly: "Are you convinced?"

As soon as the pressure was relaxed, he at least made sure that Song Zhong could not speak in Luodu.

Song Zhong gnashed his teeth and said, "Oh my God, please open your eyes and take a look!"

"This damn world!"

The county magistrate was furious that a mere mortal was still speaking nonsense. He could not help but say, "The heaven has no eyes! It is useless for you to shout at anyone!"

……

A hoarse and ethereal voice resounded in Song Zhong's heart:

"See that token?"

Song Zhong seemed not to have heard the sound at all, but he knew exactly what it meant.

His eyes fell on the token on the county magistrate's waist. It was a black iron token similar to the one used by the Yinchai. He could see it clearly, but he didn't know what he should do.

"bring here."

Song Zhong obediently stretched out his hand.

The voice continued:

"Take out the mourning stick inside."

He had no idea what a mourning stick was, but as soon as he thought about it, a heavy white stick appeared in his hand.

The county magistrate looked at Song Zhong, who was able to move, in shock. The octogenarian in front of him actually casually reached out and took away his badge, and even took out the magic weapon, the mourning stick, from it.

How could a mere mortal wield a magical weapon?

Not to mention that the token is originally for the owner, and no one can use it except him.

The hoarse and ethereal voice sounded again: "Hit his head!" without any hesitation.

Song Zhong smashed it fiercely.

Bang!

The county magistrate standing in front of Song Zhong was hit and staggered.

When he touched it, blood gushed out.

The shock in his eyes had not faded yet. The county magistrate really didn't understand why an ordinary mortal could use a magic weapon, and even take the magic weapon from his hands.

The master opened his mouth wide.

My eyeballs are about to fall out.

He opened his mouth and called out, "Someone come!"

Suddenly, a dozen ghost messengers swarmed in and surrounded Song Zhong.

Song Zhong held the mourning stick, feeling a mixture of surprise and confusion. He felt that the voice in his heart was somewhat familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had heard it.

It didn't sound like anyone said it, but rather like his own inner urging, and then he listened to the voice of his heart.

"Take him!"

"kill!"

"beat!"

The voice urged Song Zhong to swing the mourning stick again.

Bang bang bang!

Even the Jindan County Magistrate was beaten to a bloody pulp, how could these evil officials resist the magic weapon?

One hit will cause it to explode.

Some even had their hands and feet broken, with flesh paste still stuck on the mourning sticks. Song Zhong was still at a loss, but was gradually pursuing the voice in his heart.

Wailing and crying followed one after another.

The surrounding Yinchai were completely broken up.

Song Zhong stared at the mourning stick in his hand in a daze: "I'm so powerful?!"

No matter how stupid he is, he should know the situation.

If he really had talent, he could have practiced long ago. This was clearly a problem with that voice.

"God?!"

Song Zhong whispered softly.

"Remember me."

"Heavenly evil spirit, protect me."

"Heavenly evil spirit, protect me!"

hum!

A layer of black mist emerged.

The county magistrate had come to his senses by now.

This person was no ordinary person at all; he was clearly an extraordinary cultivator, who immediately began to chant spells.

Exert the law domain.

Please give me the book of life and death, and hold the seal of yin and yang.

County Magistrate Hu Qinfei's magical power burst out and he shouted, "Suppress!"

The Yin-Yang Divine Seal flies like a mountain.

boom.

The divine seal turned into ashes when it touched Song Zhong.

Song Zhong was clearly a mortal, but he walked closer step by step with a mourning stick in his hand.

A stick came down and the protective energy on the Jindan County Magistrate was instantly shattered.

"The unity of form and spirit."

"The unity of form and spirit!"

The black mist attached to Song Zhong, and his old appearance returned to his forties or fifties as if time had gone back.

Immediately afterwards, a tall shadow stepped through the void and walked out from the ripples, standing in front of the Jindan County Magistrate, looking down at him, his red eyes seemed to be hanging from the sky.

A tall shadow walked up to the county magistrate and lifted him up.

He said calmly: "I have great magical powers, but I don't want to promote them to the world."

"Monks are also human beings. Human beings should have their own wisdom and should not become tools."

"But now it seems..."

"I was wrong."

"A cultivator in the underworld should not have emotions. If they have emotions, they will be selfish, and if they are selfish, they will seek personal gain."

"In this case, we should get rid of the seven emotions and six desires."

The dark purple oval nails pressed against the Jindan County Magistrate's forehead.

At this moment Hu Qinfei felt a chill, and the fear that penetrated deep into his soul made him tremble uncontrollably. He didn't want to admit it, but the shadow in front of him was clearly that person, the real God of the underworld.

On this day, the God in the underworld opened his eyes.

Hu Qinfei couldn't believe it but begged: "Please God, give me a chance. I am willing to stand in front of the mirror of sin and see whether I am good or evil."

The tall shadow had a cold gaze.

The black and red threads shattered.

The clarity of mind quickly faded from the Jindan County Magistrate's eyes.

His mind fades but his spiritual intelligence grows stronger.

"Houtu."

"I'm here."

A voice from the unknown answered.

"take over."

"Yes."

The moment the voice fell, the fifteen people, including the master and the ghost messenger, all lost their consciousness, leaving only an increasingly powerful spiritual intelligence.

Song Zhong, holding the token and the mourning stick, knew very well that it must be the old devil who was plotting against him, otherwise how could he have such powerful force.

Looking at the phantom, Song Zhong asked, "What happened to them?"

A hoarse and ethereal voice echoed in his heart: "They have become better."

Looking at those ghost messengers who had stopped crying and had no emotions in their eyes, Song Zhong couldn't help but shudder.

It was a silent creepiness.

It is not death, but it is far more cruel than death.

Now he finally understood why others called him the devil.

He didn't even dare to think about such a weird and evil method.

Completely strip a person of all their rights.

Even death is taken away!

Is it good or evil?

Song Zhong still can't tell the difference now.