"Am I wrong to like girls? Why should I be bullied, discriminated against, and humiliated while I'm alive, and even in death be a stain on my reputation by you ghosts? I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this..."

As soon as I stepped into the hall, I heard ghostly screams and cries from inside.

Once inside, there are thirteen doors in the hall.

The one in the middle is the courtroom.

The other twelve doors each lead to a different path of reincarnation.

It has everything: humans, animals, and more.

To prevent ghosts from barging in, a ghost guard stands in front of each door.

After being judged, the ghosts are escorted by ghost messengers to be reincarnated in various gates.

The ghosts queuing up were very orderly, but the ghosts being escorted to be reincarnated were not so good.

Some are extremely satisfied with the kind of life they are about to be reincarnated into.

Some were dissatisfied.

The screams were incessant.

Qin Zheng darted behind Su Deng and followed her closely, exclaiming, "This place is terrifying!"

What do you two do?

"Go to the back of the line to be reincarnated! Didn't anyone tell you you can't cut in line?"

The two were walking outside the neat line when the ghost who had just kicked the rich second-generation into a door closed behind him. He turned around and saw the two of them, and his gaze instantly turned sharp.

Su Deng smiled slightly, "Lord Crescent Moon sent us to find Judge Yao."

There is more than one judge in the underworld; the one on duty here is surnamed Yao.

This is what Crescent Moon told them.

Upon hearing the name Crescent Moon, the ghost messenger's expression changed. After scrutinizing them for a moment, he said, "Come with me first."

He led the two of them through the middle door.

The name Crescent Moon is quite effective; it seems we can use it more often in the future.

Su Deng narrowed her eyes.

The space inside the door was much larger and more spacious than it appeared from the outside.

In the very center there is a chair, and sitting on it is a male ghost who looks to be in his fifties, with two ghost messengers standing behind him.

One of them was muscular and had a frighteningly large build.

He exuded a menacing aura.

Human butcher!

Qin Xian was somewhat taken aback, "The Butcher became a ghost messenger...?"

Su Deng licked her dry lips, a murderous intent brewing in her eyes.

"I never did anything bad in my life!" the male ghost suddenly shouted.

"Let me take a look." A casual female voice came from above.

In the very center, above the table, there is a luxurious sofa.

A woman sat on the sofa, wearing a floral, form-fitting cheongsam that accentuated her shapely figure. Her long, wavy black hair was casually draped over one shoulder, and she wore exquisite makeup.

Beautiful, dignified, and elegant.

"At three, he peed on an anthill; at six, he peeked at the female neighbor taking a bath; at eight, he forcibly kissed a female classmate from the next class; at nine, he demanded protection money from a classmate; at twelve, he tortured a cat to death; at fifteen, he stole class funds and framed a classmate; at sixteen, he bullied a classmate; at seventeen, he humiliated a female classmate; at eighteen, he joined the underworld..."

"...He committed smuggling and murder at the age of twenty-eight and fled the scene..."

At this moment, she was leaning lazily on the table, one hand supporting her chin, the other hand flipping through the book on the table in front of her, her expression growing colder as she read.

"Your whole life has been shrouded in darkness, so you've never done anything wrong?"

She sneered, "Your sins in this life were so grave that you should never be reincarnated! Your right to be revoked, and you'll be sent to the Yin Flame Hell to be refined for a thousand years!"