Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 859 The Corpse Hanging on a White Silk (New Chapter: Living Until Dawn, a Grand Serialized Series!)
Sunlight streamed through the oil-paper windows into the dimly lit corridor.

A man with a face as pale as paper, wearing a black uniform with red trim, walked slowly down the corridor. Although the man was very thin, his footsteps were extremely heavy.

After the man left, the woman, dressed in dirty prison clothes, who was hiding behind a door, finally dared to let go of his hand on her mouth.

Her name was Gu Bixiu. She was imprisoned in the county jail for more than two years for murdering her husband and for refusing to confess.

Tonight, at dusk, she and a group of female prisoners were brought to the courtroom by the county magistrate.

There was only a faint candlelight on the table in front of the hall. She couldn't see the magistrate's face clearly from below the stage, but she felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes radiating a cold light behind the candlelight.

The constables on both sides also seemed off; they were all pale and had strange expressions.

Gu Bixiu was brought here today, expecting to be severely tortured, but to her surprise, she was met with a long silence after being brought to court.

As the candles shrank, the female prisoners' mental stress increased, and some even had their clothes soaked with sweat.

The magistrate spoke slowly, as the candles were nearly burned out: "When dawn breaks at Mao hour (5-7 AM), I will pardon you. You must not leave this place before Mao hour..."

Gu Bixiu was deeply moved upon hearing this. She thought her innocence had been cleared, but she never expected that this night would be even more terrifying than prison!
When the candles burned out, all the bailiffs seemed to transform into demons, attacking the female prisoners in the center of the hall. Their flesh and clothes were torn apart, screams and chewing sounds mingled, and despair and fear spread...

Gu Bixiu had never seen such a terrifying scene even in her dreams. In the chaos, she fled from the main hall, hiding from the yamen runners like a frightened fawn.

Time passed slowly, and it was already midnight.

Gu Bixiu evaded the constables' pursuit three times in this room, but from some unknown time, strange noises began to emanate from the depths of the room.

She immediately realized that this place was no longer safe, so she quietly opened the door and peeked out to see if the corridor was safe.

But as soon as her head poked out, she suddenly felt something strange, as if she had deliberately crawled into something.

Only when I reached out and touched it did I realize with a start that there was a white ribbon in front of the door!
The white ribbon suddenly tightened, tying itself around her neck, and pulled her forward in a certain direction with irresistible force.

Gu Bixiu desperately reached into the white silk ribbon to give herself a moment to catch her breath, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't untie the ribbon from her neck.

And so, she was led all the way back to the county government hall.

At this moment, the county government hall resembled the underworld. The county magistrate and his yamen runners had blood all over their mouths and chins, and they watched with indifferent eyes as she was dragged by the white silk ribbon. The stench of blood and filth on the ground stuck to her clothes as she was pulled.

In her panic, Gu Bixiu noticed that the other female prisoners had all disappeared.

Where did they go?

It was done by those yamen runners...

The white ribbon around her neck continued to tighten, pulling Gu Bixiu up from the ground. When she was pulled to a certain height, she finally found the other female prisoners.

Those dozen or so female prisoners were all hung from the rafters of the county government office like pigs being hung up by a butcher, their bellies ripped open, their faces filled with despair and terror.

Gu Bixiu was also pulled up to the same level as these female prisoners by the white silk.

Her neck was in excruciating pain, even breathing was a luxury, she was seeing stars, and her legs were trembling. All she could do at that moment was kick weakly.

Just as Gu Bixiu was about to faint, she saw a constable slowly approaching with a dagger in his hand. With each step he took, the constable's waist lengthened, and by the time he reached her, he was already up to her waist.

Then, the bailiff excitedly plunged a sharp knife into her chest and cut downwards...

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The sky was clear and cloudless, and the sun blazed down with its fiery heat.

Today's temperature is probably close to forty degrees Celsius. The streets are as hot as steam rooms, and the sun is baking people's cheeks. Looking into the distance, the air seems to be slightly distorted. The trees are filled with cicadas, making ear-piercing noises, and as pedestrians pass by, they kindly spray dense urine to help cool them down.

Having forgotten his umbrella, Wu Xian ran awkwardly under the trees and, panting, entered the Fuyuan City Music Culture Museum.

Running in the sweltering heat left Wu Xian breathless and his clothes soaked with sweat, but thankfully the air conditioning in the museum was strong enough to help him recover quickly.

This music museum is where the blessed land was first opened.

There was still some time before the blessed land opened, so Wu Xian planned to wander around here for a while first.

The interior was dimly lit, with a black and red color scheme, and a faint scent of incense filled the air. The exhibits were mostly musical instruments.

For example, the master tapes of the world's first vinyl records, an expensive piano with a case made of rosewood, a violin used by a famous musician, and some record players, musical instruments, and old-fashioned tape recorders.

On the top floor of the museum, a band was rehearsing, and occasionally the sound of a symphony could be heard.

Wu Xian was tone-deaf, so when he looked at these musical instruments, he only cared about their value; the ones he couldn't afford were the good ones.

As Wu Xian wandered around, he began to sense that something was amiss.

Normally by this time, he would have already spotted several familiars and observed and speculated on their personalities and abilities in advance. But today, he has wandered around for so long and hasn't encountered a single person who seems to be a familiar.

Could it be that he was the only member of his family to participate in this blessed place?
This conjecture made Wu Xian lose interest in continuing his tour. He found a stool, sat down, picked up a small hammer, and idly played with the replica chime bells next to him.

Before entering the blessed land, Wu Xian opened his ordination certificate to confirm the basic abilities he possessed upon entering.

Three blessings: [Thunderous wrath], [Three becoming one], and [Surrounded by stars].

The three talismans are: the Immortal-grade Solar True Fire Talisman, the Precious Evil-Dispelling and Sha-Breaking Spell, and the Precious Fire Department Divine General Technique.

Constant Trinket: White Ghost Poker.

Constant Weapon: The Cursed Dagger.

Potential: [Naturally skillful hands], [Naturally thick skin], [Always able to come back from the dead], and [Naturally good sleeper].

Features: [Iron Teeth Cat Fang] and [Electric Hands].

With the enhancements from these abilities and items, Wu Xian is now vastly different from his initial self when he first entered the blessed land. Even if this blessed land is somewhat harsh, he is confident that he can survive it.

As Wu Xian waited, the time to enter the blessed land drew near.

A fair-skinned, elegant female tourist who was admiring the sheet music suddenly vanished into thin air. Next to her, a tour guide wearing a headset disappeared as well.

One by one, the people in the museum disappeared.

"It really is BabyBus..."

Wu Xian's eyes widened, and he immediately cried out in alarm. But before he could finish speaking, his body, like everyone else's, vanished into thin air.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself hanging upside down.

Around him hung pairs of feet that had turned blue, some men's, some women's, some wearing shoes or socks, and some with ankles exposing leg bones...

The pungent stench of the corpse assaulted Wu Xian's nostrils.

The beginning of this blessed land was when Wu Xian and a group of corpses were hanging together.

(End of this chapter)