After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The white bone pen fell.

Beside the Yin Law Well, blood-red characters hang in the sky.

Injustices should be investigated first.

As soon as those four words were uttered, the thousands of black ropes that had been pressing down on people's souls were all nailed in mid-air, unable to move.

Han Yue's eyelids twitched violently.

Zhou Ran's pen continued to flow.

Lock first if guilty.

The eight characters are formed.

The walls of the Yin Law Well shook violently, and from the depths of the well came the sound of layers of files being turned over, as if an invisible hand was forcibly uncovering those centuries-old cases.

The black ropes binding Zhou Ran stood upright, and the claws formed from resentment at the ends of the chains turned and lunged at the ghosts casting the spell.

Han Yue's soul trembled, and he blurted out, "This is impossible!"

Zhou Ran raised his hand, and the Wangchuan Heart Imprint emerged from the door pattern on his chest.

A beam of pale yellow light shot out straight, piercing through layers of yin energy and reaching the deepest part of the Yin Law Well.

From within the seal of the heart, one after another, irrefutable testimonies, imprinted by the Moon Emperor's Silver Sea Law, poured forth.

Penglai repairs the gate.

The gatekeepers of the underworld.

Yama sells souls.

Holy radiance returns to the womb.

The Moon Emperor Devours the Realm.

Every testimony carries the aura of the Silver Sea, acknowledged by the Moon Emperor himself—a mark that even the ancient gods cannot erase.

The Yin Law Well has no emotions; it only follows rules and recognizes evidence.

When this irrefutable evidence from a higher level was poured in, all the eerie winds in the Third Hall ceased.

The ghost soldiers who had originally been waving flags and shouting along with Han Yue began to tremble uncontrollably as they looked at the old cases that surfaced above the well due to the evidence.

A young ghost messenger, his face deathly pale, muttered to himself, "I...I escorted this soul..."

The old ghost soldier beside him quickly covered his mouth, his voice trembling: "Wasn't that case already decided?!"

"Is the verdict complete?"

Within the Yin Law Well, a female soul, her body incomplete and her hands pierced by iron hooks, was slowly lifted up by a beam of eerie yellow light.

Her empty eyes were fixed on the old ghost soldier.

"My lifespan is not yet over."

"You accepted three gold bars from Zhao Shijiang as an offering, and then you mistakenly sent me to the Soul Refining Furnace."

The old soldier's legs went weak, and he retreated repeatedly.

"I...I was just following orders!"

The female spirit neither roared nor cried, but repeated in a tone devoid of all emotion:

"My lifespan is not yet over."

Another male soul has emerged.

"I was hit and killed by Zhao Tao's car."

"The documents in the City God Temple say 'accidental fall'."

"My elderly parents burned paper money at their graves for three years, but they never received a single dream from me."

Third place.

Fourth place.

……

In the blink of an eye, at the Yin Law Well, wronged souls gathered in formation.

They did not pounce on Zhou Ran.

They simply gazed silently at the ghostly soldiers, ghost messengers, and former subordinates who had been wrongly judged, unjustly killed, or colluded with them.

This silent gaze carries more weight than any killing, crushing one's very soul.

Wang Pangzi's voice suddenly rang out urgently from the bone fragment.

"Brother, I've reached the entrance to the underworld!"

"They brought a hundred demon soldiers and a cartload of blessed Buddhist beads. Should we try to purify them?"

Zhou Ran said, "Come in."

Emperor Song's expression changed, and he couldn't help but speak up:

"You actually intend to let demonic soldiers set foot in the Third Hall?!"

Zhou Ran gave him a cold glance.

"Your house is practically being demolished from the foundation, and you're still complaining about who put out the fire?"

Emperor Song was speechless for a moment, and eventually shut his mouth.

A moment later, the palace doors were suddenly pushed open.

Wang Pangzi took the lead, charging in with a hundred menacing demon soldiers.

He was covered in Buddhist prayer beads: three around his neck, two on his wrists, and the largest one wrapped around his waist, gleaming with gold, making him look like a mobile Buddhist arsenal.

As soon as Fatty Wang entered the door, he roared in a booming voice:

"Don't push! The wronged souls need to line up and get a number!"

"Come one by one. Boss Zhou is presiding over the case in court today. I don't know if he'll provide meals, but he'll definitely help those seeking justice!"

One hundred demon soldiers marched in unison, standing in two rows on either side of the main hall.

The demonic energy emanating from them did not disturb the wronged souls; instead, it transformed into walls that firmly suppressed the restless, fleeing ghost soldiers.

This scene is utterly absurd.

The demon soldiers are maintaining order in the underworld court.

The ghost messengers, who were supposed to enforce the law, stood there trembling in fear.

Han Yue's face turned ashen, and he shouted sternly, "Zhou Ran, you actually sided with the demons and led them to rule the Underworld!"

Zhou Ran looked up at him, her face expressionless.

"They've never sold souls."

"You sold it."

Han Yue was speechless again.

Zhou Ran raised the white bone pen and pointed to the black ledger that served as the core of the formation.

"Yanluo's Remnant Name, come forth."

The ledger flipped through the pages on its own with a rustling sound, the pages blurring as the friction was sharp enough to scratch one's soul.

From the depths of the well came a low, sinister laugh.

Zhou Ran recognized the voice.

"Zhou Ran".

"What you killed was only my Dharma body."

"But in this underworld, my name is on every list of wronged souls whose names cannot be cleared."

The Song emperor's expression turned completely somber.

It is Yama, the King of Hell.

But what he left behind was not a remnant soul or a physical body, but his "name".

An anchor point deeply imprinted on countless crimes.

He'll stay as long as the mess isn't reopened.

As long as the wronged spirits are not appeased, he can use the overwhelming resentment to reclaim his title.

Upon seeing this, Han Yue immediately knelt on one knee and shouted fervently:

"Welcome, King Yama!"

Some of the stubborn ghost soldiers also knelt down.

But many more people hesitated.

They saw the wronged souls rising from the well, the old cases with irrefutable evidence, and the testimony of the Moon Emperor hanging high above.

The voice of Yama, the King of Hell, came from the ledger again, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Zhou Ran, if you continue to overturn the records, the underworld will surely be thrown into chaos."

"These ten ancient records hold hundreds of years' worth of unjust cases. Can you possibly finish reviewing them all?"

"Do you dare to interrogate me?"

Emperor Song also advised in a low voice, "Zhou Ran, let's postpone it."

Zhou Ran looked at him.

Emperor Song said in a deep voice, "Suppress the rebellion first. If all old grievances are brought up at once, the consequences will be too far-reaching, and the entire Ten Courts system will collapse. The Underworld cannot afford that now."

Zhou Ran did not answer.

He gazed silently at the Yin Law Well, at the wronged souls who finally appeared in the dim yellow light, and at the scrolls of old cases soaked in blood and tears.

Then he said:

"Don't dwell on past mistakes."

"The underworld will always just be his coffin."

Emperor Song was suddenly jolted, speechless.

Zhou Ran picked up his pen.

"Li Zhiyao".

A clear response immediately came from the bone fragment.

"exist."

"List all the wrongful cases handled by Zhao Tao, Zhao Shijiang, and Yan Luo's former subordinates, implicating three generations of their families, and tracing the source."

Li Zhiyao didn't ask why, she just carried out the order decisively.

"The ancient musical scale has been connected to the Yin musical well."

"The case is being processed."

On the Yinlu Well, the first batch of names appeared as if branded.

Zhao Shijiang.

Zhao Tao.

The Fifth Court Judge of Souls is Han Yue.

Luo Ming, the seventh underworld official.

Cui Yong, the civil official of the Third Court.

……

One by one, names lit up.

Each time one lights up, a chain of judgment, burning with a ghostly blue flame, flies out of the well and heads straight for its master.