I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

However, Luo Feng cannot possess this sinful soul forever.

He will determine the duration of Luo Feng's possession of him based on the crimes he committed during his lifetime.

When the time is right, Luo Feng only needs to pull him out of his abyss and send him to hell as nourishment or to feed the three-headed dog. In any case, he can't be let off easy.

…………

Shigu Yunying stared blankly at the souls, completely bewildered.

What happened? Why? Why did I end up in this place instead of becoming a demon?

Why are all these people around me?

"Sigong Yunying!" An old man was furious when he saw Sigong Yunying.

He was supposed to be released from prison this year, and he could finally go out and experience his wonderful life. But what happened? This bastard just blew him up with one explosion and killed him!

The memory was already in their minds when they came in!

"What do you want?" Shinomiya Un'ei looked at the approaching figures and retreated step by step.

In hell, his spirit was just like his real body, with a sense of reality—an extra gift from Luo Feng.

"I'll bite you to death!" The old man pounced on Sigong Yunying, as fast as the wind!

The soul has virtually no weight, so it moves very fast.

He reached Shinomiya Un'yō's side and, before Shinomiya Un'yō could react, bit down on his shoulder, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.

Black mist rose from Shinomiya Yunying's shoulder; there was no blood left there.

Shinomiya Un'yō now possesses a physical body, so naturally he is slower than these ghosts.

Those who were originally sentenced to life imprisonment are alright, but those who are about to be released are definitely the ones who hate him the most.

"Ah!" Shinomiya Un'yō screamed in agony, just like when he was alive!

When has he ever suffered such pain? Even when he died, it was just a bullet.

As the ghosts rushed towards him, Shinomiya Un'yō crouched down on the ground, clutching his head.

If I had known, if I had known that this would be what would happen after death, I would have made a deal with the devil using my soul!

Before he died, he was still thinking that with his abilities, even if he went to hell, he would definitely be able to thrive and eventually have a chance to take revenge on Luo Feng, that devil!

In fact, if we consider a different possibility, what he wanted might not be impossible to achieve.

For example, if the one who tricks him is another devil who happens to have a grudge against Luo Feng, and he sells his soul to Luo Feng, then Luo Feng might actually turn him into a devil, leading to a drama of devil infighting.

Luo Feng would find it amusing to watch the two devils tearing each other apart.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in life, and he ended up making a deal with the devil, the very thing he should never have done.

"Stop."

Just then, a thunderous sound exploded in the hearts of the ghosts, and they all stopped in their tracks.

Shinomiya Un's eyes were filled with hope. Was it really going to unfold according to the script?

He could also sense that he was different from other ghosts. Could it be that I really could become a devil?

You bunch of trash! I could do whatever I wanted to you while you were alive, and I can do the same to you after you die!

The figure of Death stood proudly in the air, coldly watching the people below.

He also saw the hopeful look on Shinomiya Un'yō's face.

Thinking of his boss's quirky sense of humor, he gave Shinomiya Un'yō a gentle smile.

Shinomiya Un's hope grew even stronger. That smile... I guessed right?

"Shinomiya Un'taka," Death called out to him.

"Yes!" Shi Gong Yunying quickly bowed deeply to show his respect.

The ghosts looked utterly hopeless.

They were inexplicably killed by Shinomiya Un'yō. Did they not even have the ability to take revenge after death?

Is this world really that hopeless?

Those who were not guilty of any crime but were framed and imprisoned without their consent are the most resentful.

"My Lord God, I beg you, let me take my revenge!"

"My Lord, he's a bastard! He killed us for no reason!"

"Waaaaah, my mom is still waiting for me to get out of prison! I didn't do anything bad..."

"My daughter is only in middle school, sob sob, that bastard molested her, I did the right thing by hitting him, but I was still sentenced..."

"If that bastard hadn't been constantly demanding money from my son, I wouldn't have beaten him so badly he ended up in the hospital!"

Hearing the cacophony of voices, Death closed his eyes.

He also knew that many people shouldn't have died, and many people shouldn't have gone to hell.

He had already decided that those souls who shouldn't have died should leave hell as soon as possible, be reincarnated, and spend at least a year in Luo Feng's abyss.

After all, this time is different from the previous times. Those people in the previous times did deserve to die and were indeed guilty, but this time the difference is too great. It is Shinomiya Un'taka's greed and madness alone. The Grim Reaper will have to deal with it according to the circumstances.

In any case, Luo Feng's power does not come from the abyss. Those kind souls will instead 'pollute' his abyss. His way of handling this is reasonable and justified. In addition, Luo Feng himself will not care about these trivial matters, so he can do this.

Those damned souls, they'll get their due years.

As for whether Luo Feng did right or wrong, Death will not judge.

Kind people shouldn't die? Shouldn't they die young? There are just too many kind people who shouldn't have died.

All I can say is that they were destined for this calamity.

You are kind, you shouldn't have died, but this is your fate. You can walk and the ground can collapse, a flowerpot can fall from the sky and kill you, or you can be hit and killed in a car accident. What can you do?

This world has never been a fair world.

"Shut up, the deity hasn't spoken yet!" Shinomiya Un'yō glared fiercely at the souls.

“Shinomiya Un'taka,” Death said calmly.

Shinomiya Un'yori looked at him with hopeful eyes.

“Anyone who has a grudge against him can try to torture him with various methods. Each person only has one day. After that, he will have to serve his sentence normally.”

Chapter 298 Little Lily's Melancholy

Shigu Yunying was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

“Each person will have their own space, and you can inflict any form of revenge on him that you can imagine,” Death said calmly. “It’s only for one day; how you use it is up to you. Of course, those in line will also serve their sentences; this day is considered a holiday.”

Immediately, the ghosts present erupted in chaos.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"My Lord God, can you let me go back?"

"Waaaaah, I don't want to die yet."

"I want to protest! I want to file a complaint! I shouldn't have died at this time!"

"Yes, I want to protest too!"

Seeing that Death was so easy to talk to, many people started to have their own ideas.

Many people have gotten used to it while living there and think that this is still a civilized society.

In civilized society, they can use their own methods to fight for their own interests, but in hell? Don't even think about it.

If Death were more cold-blooded and had a worse temper, he could simply start the operation without offering any benefits.

"And for those who go back to the past, this day's holiday is canceled." Death coldly swept his gaze over the ghosts: "Those who protest, your sentences will be extended by one year. This place is under my jurisdiction, and you have no channel for protest. Or do you think Hell is a place where reason prevails?"

Some of those who went back were good people, but some were also evil people mixed in, playing the victim and trying to deceive the devil's eyes.

As for those kind-hearted people who want to protest...

It's also necessary to teach them a lesson.

Death was very gentle in life, but little of his humanity remained after death; he only cared about his students, not everyone.

He wrote down all those inappropriate remarks and would take good care of them later.

As soon as he finished speaking, those people tried to say something, but instead they all rolled on the ground in pain.

Only then did they realize that the rules of hell were different from those of the human world.

"Why? Aren't I special?" Shinomiya Un'taka's face revealed an ugly smile: "I'm different from them..."

"That was specially prepared for you to make it easier for them to carry out their plan," Death sneered.

The queue started with those who had served a year in prison. Although there were innocent people who had been wrongly convicted, their numbers were not particularly large.

He planned to start this from tomorrow, believing that only by serving their sentences in the abyss could they think more clearly, have more inspiration, and maximize their profits.

On this day, he did not intend to let Shinomiya Un'yō serve his sentence.

Fear has an expiration date. Sometimes it's not that fear is terrible when it happens to you, but that the more you think about it, the more afraid you become!

He feared that after one day, he would feel very comfortable doing different things every day.

Shinomiya Un's expression turned to despair. He had been full of hope, but looking at the bloodthirsty eyes of those guys, he felt that he had no chance.

Especially since these people he used to look down on can now do whatever they want to him, it has caused him a great sense of loss.

Moreover, at the very last moment, he was still yelling at them!

He watched as some of the ghosts took off their pants, and he became even more frightened. What would they do to him?

"don't want……"

Shinomiya Un'yō's pleas could not elicit any kindness from anyone.

…………

Let's return our gaze to the mortal realm, to Sayuri's home.

When Sayuri Sawamura and Eriri saw the pink pill while watching the news, they both smiled knowingly.