He gave me this idea and even recommended where to buy cheap moldy grain. The local deity bears witness, I really wasn't lying.

Upon hearing this, Xu Jinhuan rolled her eyes at Long Wangcai. This man really knew the art of speaking; he was quite adept at avoiding the important issues.

Does he really think that this matter will be over after he repents to the gods?

Xu Jinhuan continued in a voice that was neither clearly male nor female: "In that case, you should write down your confession."

"Huh?"

Long Wangcai made a duck-like sound out of surprise.

"Land God, this, this..." Long Wangcai stammered, trying to persuade him, but before he could finish speaking, Xu Jinhuan interrupted him.

“If you do not write a confession, I will not hesitate to send down divine fire here and burn everything you have gained to ashes.”

Furthermore, after your death, I will send your soul to the nineteenth level of hell. People only know the eighteenth level of hell, but they do not know that the nineteenth level is the most terrifying.

Long Wangcai was terrified just hearing these words. Aren't gods supposed to be compassionate? How could this local earth god be so cruel, not even sparing his soul after death?

But he only dared to mutter it to himself; on the surface, he respectfully shouted, "Write it, I'll write it right away!"

Then, he looked around hesitantly, "Lord Earth God, there is no pen, ink, paper and inkstone here. How should I write?"

Xu Jinhuan snorted coldly, "Isn't the blood on the ground the best ink? As for paper, take off your undergarment, it'll be perfect for use as paper with the blood ink."