Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 900 A person dies but the debt remains

The monk's expression became eerie under the golden light, and the eleven evil spirits bared their fangs and claws, making the atmosphere in the Lin residence even more oppressive.

Wu Xian squinted and asked, "May I ask, what exactly does 'a life for a life' mean?"

“This humble monk is burdened with karmic debts from past lives, owing countless lives. So far, I only owe eleven. For each of the three benefactors who dies, one debt can be repaid. If any benefactor’s body is stained with blood, then the merit of your death here can also help me repay my debts.”

The monk sized up the three of them, his fingers twitching.

He first pointed at Yang Lin: "If you die, you can repay three debts."

Then, pointing at Wang Wei, he said, "If you die, you can repay six debts."

Finally, pointing to Wu Xian, he said, "If you die... this monk's debt will be completely wiped out."

Wu Xian shook his head: "Then let's not take it. It's not worth it for a dead man."

Bang!

The gates of the Lin residence suddenly closed, and the monk clasped his hands together, bowed, and chanted Buddhist mantras.
"Namo Maha Gārāvaka, just now this humble monk earnestly advised you all, but you were unwilling to leave. Now you must at least help this humble monk repay one debt before I will let you leave!"

"Not negotiable?"

"Not negotiable."

Wu Xian drew the Burning Dream Dagger, and cherry-red flames burst forth. Wherever the blade touched, the air distorted due to the high temperature. Then, he slashed at the monk's head.

The monk's talk of lending money was false, but who can guarantee that his talk of repaying debts is true?

Using someone's life to help him pay off his debts might just lead him into his trap. Rather than wasting time playing mind games with him, it would be better to just cut off his bald head.

puff!

Wu Xian's knife sliced ​​open half of the monk's neck, and the rest of the skin and flesh near the neck were also burned by the flames.

But after the knife was cut, the monk showed no pain at all, and the wound was slowly healing.

The monk chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Please stop, benefactor. Your knife cannot kill this poor monk."

"I committed grave sins in my previous life and deserve to be torn to pieces. However, I will not be harmed by weapons until all my debts have been paid off. Once my sins are cleared, I will fall into the Avici Hell and suffer the burning of the red lotus fire day and night."

"As for my creditors, the saying goes that debts do not disappear after death. Even if you kill them, their debts will still remain."

"When the bell tolls, demons and monsters will roam this temple. Time is running out for the three benefactors..."

After the monk finished speaking, he stood still, and the evil spirits stared at Wu Xian and the other two.

Wu Xian looked at Yang Lin and Wang Wei. Did one of the three of them really have to die before they could leave the Lin family compound?

Time is of the essence. If it drags on until midnight, all three of them may die here.

Yang Lin and Wang Wei also became wary. Since they woke up, they had always trusted Wu Xian completely, but if Wu Xian wanted to break the deadlock by killing them, they would never agree to it.

On their way here, they heard Wu Xian talk about Li Xiaohu.

If you die here to pay off your debts, you'll end up like Li Xiaohu, unable to wake up after the next time time resets.

To obtain the treasures of the Lin family, many people will die here.

Even if Yang Lin and Wang Wei both die, they can only repay nine parts of the debt. But if Wu Xian dies here, only one person will have to die...

The three men had grim expressions and were preoccupied with their own thoughts. For a moment, their teammate was in more danger than the evil spirits watching from the sidelines.

……

Su Mansion.

Shi Yan sat on the edge of the flower bed to rest.

Within the illusion, Shi Yan struck the female corpse with a club while simultaneously shaking the Soul-Soothing Bell to induce a forced sleep, ultimately succeeding in putting the corpse to sleep and thus escaping the illusion. After emerging, she dared not act rashly and found a safe place to wait for Wu Xian and the others who were exploring other areas.

After a while.

Hao Ze came out and went straight to Shi Yan, complaining about his ordeal.

The illusion he encountered was a room with a mahjong table, where he had to gamble his life against three gamblers.

The gambling session lasts for 35 minutes, or half an hour. After half an hour, the chips are tallied, and the loser has to pay with their life.

These three gamblers are not very skilled at gambling, nor do they know how to cheat using supernatural methods.

But having three ghosts serving one person, even if they only occasionally show a ghostly face or gouge out someone's eyes, is enough to make Hao Ze's mentality explode.

Hao Ze quickly realized that although he was a decent player, it was almost impossible to win under these circumstances.

So Hao Ze simply gave up and went all out.

Since I'm about to lose it, then none of you should be in a good mood either!

So no matter what cards Hao Ze got, he would mutter under his breath, either swearing or spouting meaningless nonsense. If he really had nothing to say, he would simply recite a long monologue. While others were playing cards, he was playing a game of reciting menus:

Flying in the sky, swimming in the water, running on the ground...

Hao Ze quickly managed to break the mentality of the three gamblers and gained a slight advantage in the chaotic situation.

But after about twenty minutes, the three gamblers had gotten used to Hao Ze's trash talk and treated it as meaningless noise. As long as they cooperated well, Hao Ze's chances of winning were still very slim.

Then, Hao Ze started making some crazy moves.

He sat in the chair and immediately activated the 'Human Supernatural Power - Golden Bell Shield'!
A huge, phantom bronze bell loomed over his body, pushing aside the three gamblers and leaving Hao Ze alone at the gambling table!

If the gamblers can't sit at the table, then the game can't continue.

Hao Ze maintained his Golden Bell Shield for ten minutes until the game officially ended. Hao Ze won the final victory, and his worship ability gained new characteristics.

Shi Yan also shared her experiences with Hao Ze, and their impressions of each other changed.

After chatting for a long time, Sun Shoubai, the third person to enter the illusion, staggered out from the corner.

Sun Shoubai lowered his head, his steps unsteady, swaying back and forth.

Shi Yan and Hao Ze immediately realized something was wrong and hurriedly stood up from the ground, calling out Sun Shoubai's name loudly, but Sun Shoubai ignored them.

After Sun Shoubai walked to the middle of the courtyard, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were not white at all, but were densely packed with eyeballs!
"It's all fake! You're all fake!"

"Nobody's here, hahaha, there's no living person in this courtyard, everyone's a ghost!"

Sun Shoubai raised his pickaxe and swung it at Shi Yan, who was so frightened that she hurriedly ran away. When he realized he couldn't hit Shi Yan, he went to hit Hao Ze instead.

"Shi Yan, beneath your skin lies a pink skull. I saw you shed your human skin with my own eyes!"

"Hao Ze, I'll smash your three-foot-long tongue to pieces!"

"Die! All of you, die!"

Sun Shoubai's movements were initially stiff, but they became more agile as the fight progressed. His posture also became increasingly bizarre, sometimes resembling a man and sometimes a woman, as if several different people were vying for his body.

Shi Yan and Hao Ze were terrified and were discussing whether they should try out their newly acquired trait.

Just then, Wang Wei quietly approached Sun Shoubai from behind.

And with a plaster shovel, he expertly slit Sun Shoubai's throat...

(End of this chapter)