On the evening of the 28th day of the first lunar month, at the entrance to the City God Temple in the north of the capital of Laifeng State.

"Name, age, place of origin, cause of death..."

Meng Lishi, the new judge of Fengcheng who had been in office for a month and a half, was sitting at a desk at the entrance of the City God Temple, busy registering the ghosts who had died in the past month and had come to report.

"Si Tianyu, 35 years old, a native of the south of Fengcheng, Laifeng country. Cause of death... cause of death was being tortured by slicing..." Ghost Si Tianyu looked with a complicated expression at the handsome man sitting in front of him, wearing an elegant robe of a civil judge.

Upon hearing this, Meng Lishi suddenly stopped the judge's pen in his hand and looked up at the ghost standing in front of the desk.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was disheveled, and she was wearing a white prison uniform with a large "Prisoner" on her chest. Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, like a bird trapped in a cage, wanting to fly but unable to escape.

Si Tianyu was executed by slow slicing under the order of Emperor Nalan Yun. Because his limbs were incomplete, Si Tianyu's ghost after his death looked like he did before the slicing.

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It's not that there is no reward, it's just that the time has not come yet." Meng Lishi glanced coldly at Si Tianyu's ghost. This woman was the culprit of his miserable life.

However, after Meng Lishi slowly withdrew his gaze, he picked up his pen again and, with a stern expression, began to register Si Tianyu's death information. His strokes were as steady and resolute as ever, and apart from his initial surprise, there was no more emotion in his heart.

"Ali~"

Looking at that businesslike, expressionless face, Meng Lishi's coldness and ruthlessness made the ghost Si Tianyu feel suffocated.

But she clutched her aching heart, feeling as if the pain there was a thousand times worse than when she was tortured to death. Meng Lishi's cold eyes were like a sharp knife, piercing directly into the depths of Si Tianyu's soul, causing her to feel a piercing pain.

"How dare you! How dare you call the judge by his name!" A ghost standing next to Meng Lishi shouted.

"This lady, the police officer, may not know that your Judge Wen...he was my first husband when he was alive..." the ghost Si Tianyu explained weakly.

"Humph! So you're the heartless scumbag who caused Lord Wenpan's death!" The ghost snorted disdainfully. "Lord Wenpan is now a terrestrial immortal, and you're just a ghost who can't even be called a ghost. How dare you come here to try to establish a relationship with him? It's simply outrageous!"

"Also, based on what you did in your lifetime, when the soul-collecting messenger from the underworld comes to take you away, I will definitely ask her to report to the King of Hell. It would be best if you were sent to the animal realm, where you'll be reborn as a pig, dog, chicken, or duck in your next life... so that you can experience the pain of being slaughtered by humans and understand the true meaning of karma."

"Or I'll throw you into the realm of hungry ghosts, letting you suffer from hunger forever, to see if you dare to commit evil again. Or I'll send you to the realm of hell, letting you suffer in the lava, and experience the endless pain in the mountains of swords and forests of knives..."

The ghost messenger's voice was so cold and icy, and her words were so ruthless that they sent a chill down the spine of the ghost Si Tianyu. The thought of going to the underworld to face a punishment even more severe than lingchi in the human world caused her spirit body to tremble uncontrollably.

Although Meng Lishi had only recently taken up the post of civil judge at the City God Temple in Fengcheng, his talent, demeanor, diligent work attitude, and the way he got along with his colleagues were impeccable. Nine out of ten women were attracted to Meng Lishi.

Now, when they suddenly saw Si Tianyu, the ghost who had harmed Meng Lishi in her lifetime, the girls hated her to the core and naturally could not be polite to her at all.

Seeing his work being delayed, Meng Lishi raised his hand to stop the ghost messenger from continuing to talk to the ghost Si Tianyu. "Alright! There are still many ghosts that need to be registered. Those who have already registered should line up at the back door and wait for the soul-collecting messenger from the underworld to arrive at midnight."

"Yes, Mengpan."

"Si Tianyu, go to the back door of the City God Temple immediately and wait!"

The ghost gave the ghost Si Tianyu a look that told her to fend for herself, and then ordered her to leave and not block the report of the ghost behind her.

Upon hearing this, the ghost Si Tianyu once again cast his gaze towards the handsome man sitting at his desk, buried in his writing. After this glance, perhaps they would never see each other again in this lifetime...

Ghost Si Tianyu walked to the back door of the City God Temple in a daze and stood at the end of the existing line. She thought back on her life, her heart filled with regret and self-blame.

As the night deepened, at midnight on the 29th, the soul-collecting messenger from the underworld arrived on time. The ghost Si Tianyu was taken away along with the other ghosts.

Meng Lishi finished registering all the ghosts. He stood up and glanced towards the back door of the City God Temple. He saw the ghost Si Tianyu leaving. A complex emotion welled up in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

After the soul-collecting messenger from the underworld left, Meng Lishi also returned to the City God Temple.

"Brother Meng, the grudges and hatreds of your past life have created the love-hate entanglement of this life. Whether it's a good fate or an evil one, you and Si Tianyu will never meet again. There's no need to worry about Si Tianyu anymore, and there's no need to dwell on your past. Only by letting go of your obsession can you truly be reborn."

Su Mutiansheng's voice is low and very magnetic. His words are earnest and heartfelt, yet each word strikes the soul, which makes people immersed in them involuntarily.

Meng Lishi was slightly startled by these words, as if struck by a stern warning, and the worries and entanglements that lingered in his heart gradually dissipated. He raised his head and gazed into the distance, his eyes firm and confident. Then he bowed reverently to Su Mutiansheng and said, "Thank you, City God, for your guidance."

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