Jiang Li patted his huge belly helplessly, and after carefully sensing it, he found that it was a clever illusion covering him.

Even my own senses almost failed to detect it.

Moreover, there was an invisible force that sealed his power, making him temporarily unable to use it.

I looked at the panel and found that there was a new state that I had never seen before, called [Drama Life].

It showed that the appearance that was covered by the magic was a judge named "Cui Jue". There were no other negative effects, and it only lasted for six hours.

Jiang Li felt that he could try to break through by force, or he could use the power of the panel to clear it directly, but as soon as he mobilized the power in his body, he immediately felt a threat.

It seems that if you break through by force, you will immediately come under strong attack.

With his current strength, his instinctive perception is often very accurate and useful. Feeling the intensity of this sense of crisis, the next attack is enough to cause him serious injuries instantly.

Given his current condition, even if he was hit by a trap, he would most likely not die immediately.

As long as the light of Ksitigarbha Buddha can save his life, even his injuries that are close to death can be fully recovered within a few breaths.

But after hesitating for a moment, he did not act immediately.

There are powerful enemies hiding around. If he is seriously injured at this time, he may not have that much time! He asked Jiuyou's clone hiding in the coffin to notify Qiushui and Pei Zhongjian to come to help, and then looked around carefully.

Life is a play, and he wants to see what kind of play it is.

In front of me was a tall table with legs at least two meters high.

He himself was behind the desk, sitting on a judge's chair carved from black jade.

Crossing the long table, one can look down from above and clearly see everything in the hall below.

On both sides of the eerie hall, stood eighteen ferocious ghost messengers with green faces and fangs.

The nine on the left hold black wind and thunder sticks, while the nine on the right hold red water and fire sticks.

Adding the two sides together, it becomes a ghost-torturing stick that can make ghosts cry and howl!

Just by looking at their aura, you can tell they are not easy to mess with.

This scene is really lifelike, just like the real Judge's Hall.

Jiang Li tried again, but he couldn't leave his seat.

I could only check my surroundings.

He had nothing on him except a long blank scroll spread out on the table in front of him.

Next to the scroll, there is a brush, and next to the brush, there is a palm-sized gavel with the words "Serve the People" written on it.

It seems that this scene should be a night trial in the underworld that took place in ancient times.

Just because of that word "bold", I was labeled as a judge.

If he had just shouted "unjust" or "go away", wouldn't he have become a prisoner of evil spirits or a ghost messenger? In comparison, it was obviously more advantageous for him to be the judge.

At this moment, a name suddenly appeared on the blank scroll in front of him, but this name was a little special. There was no specific name, but it was just called "Pipa Girl".

Above the name, there is a word “犯” (Fan) circled in red.

It represents the identity of this "Pipa Girl" today.

Jiang Li tapped the table with his fingers, thought of something, and tried to shout out loud.

"Bring the prisoner!"

The eighteen ghost officials below obeyed the order and began to beat the wind, thunder, water and fire sticks in their hands.

The sound of wind and thunder rumbled and blew open the door in front.

Outside the gate, on a long, eerie path, one could see from afar two ghost messengers, tying up a woman covered in blood with chains, walking towards the main hall.

That woman was like a stubborn donkey that didn't want to walk. No matter how the two ghost messengers whipped her, she was unwilling to take a step.

His feet dragged on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

Jiang Li's eyes fell on the woman's face and his whole body was shocked.

On it, a palm-sized red mark is clearly visible.

This guy! It's the Dark Mountain Grandma! In the melee two months ago, this powerful ghost from Beiyin Mountain disappeared, but unexpectedly she reappeared here!

Jiang Li looked at the mark and immediately understood what it meant.

I was suddenly dragged into this place. It must be this guy who did it!

The place where he was now was most likely the stage that Grandma Mingshan regarded as a treasure! He had long felt that after all the years of accumulation by Grandma Mingshan, it was impossible that she did not have a magic weapon as a trump card.

I didn't expect it was the stage that I see in front of me every day.

He could be forced to enter the magic weapon space to play role-playing games without realizing it. The grade of this stage was definitely above the ground level.

But why did she come to him? He had hidden himself well before. Grandma Mingshan should not know that he had been playing tricks in the past.

Then why did they target a common little monk like him?

Gazing at the miserable and pitiful female prisoner from afar, Jiang Li's eyes were filled with vigilance and concern.

"Since you like acting so much, let me act out a scene with you!"

The two ghost messengers finally escorted the female prisoner and finally crossed the gate.

Bang! But just as they entered, they heard a thunderous explosion from above. Jiang Li swung the gavel hard, and the two ghosts were so frightened that their souls were about to break.

The two ghost messengers immediately fell to the ground, their heads banging against each other, and they begged for mercy repeatedly to the judge who was transformed by Jiang Li.

"Your Excellency, this bitch is so unruly. She has repeatedly obstructed us on the road, which has delayed our arrival. Please forgive me, Your Excellency, and show me mercy!"

"Please forgive my sins, sir, and show mercy!"

The two ghost messengers were extremely frightened because the person in front of them was not someone who was easy to talk to.

Jiang Li didn't speak immediately.

At this moment, another line of ink words appeared on the blank scroll in front of him.

"Those who fail to perform their duties will be punished with fifty strokes of the cane and fried for three quarters of an hour!"

This was probably to remind him how the script should proceed.

If you are late, you will be beaten and fried. This is the rule of the underworld. It is really strict and terrifying.

Jiang Li secretly felt lucky that he didn't have to choose between "leave quickly" and "be wronged".

If he shouted out the word "unfair", he would be tortured like the man below.

Even if you choose the Yinchai, you will suffer a severe beating at the beginning, and will be tortured by being thrown into an oil pan.

Once they can no longer bear it and force their way out, they will be attacked by the stage and suffer huge damage.

Neither one can be considered good.

"You two failed in your duties and missed the deadline, yet you dare to use this excuse to get away with it!"

"Left and right, beat them fifty times with sticks, and then throw them into the oil pan and fry them!"

Jiang Li was not polite to them either. He acted like a judge and issued severe punishments on the spot.

The eighteen monks standing on the left and right immediately sent out four people from each side, sandwiched the two ghost officials, picked up the sticks of water, fire, wind and thunder, and beat the two ghost officials, making them scream.

At the same time, a pot of boiling oil was also being burned at the side of the hall.

After each of them was hit with a heavy stick fifty times, the buttocks of the two ghost messengers had been flattened into a piece of thin paper. They lay limp on the ground, unable to move.

Then he was dragged and thrown into the oil pan. The oil was boiling over the fierce fire, and the skin was crispy as soon as it was put into the pan.

Afterwards, the ghost in the pot melted like dough, turning black and losing its shape.

The punishment in the underworld is so severe. If it is said to be three quarters of an hour, it is exactly three quarters of an hour. It can only be more, not less.

In order to prevent the judge from being disturbed, they also considerately closed the lid, which stopped the painful struggle.

Jiang Li nodded in satisfaction, then continued to look at the woman below.

"Who is the criminal down there? Tell me your name!"

Jiang Li reached out and grabbed the gavel beside him, slamming it hard again. He shouted at the people below with his eyes wide open.

The old lady Mingshan, who was dressed as the Pipa Girl, acted fearful, huddled and cried out that she was wronged.

"How dare you! Who the hell do you think you are to cry out for injustice in front of the judge?"

"Someone come! Get on the knife bed!"

The woman below, who was wearing a white prison uniform and covered in blood, had just said half of her sorrowful and sad words when she was interrupted by Jiang Li's bold words.

Then the evil ghost soldiers on both sides brought a knife bed and placed it in front of the Pipa girl.

"How dare a mere criminal like you speak directly to the judge! Get off this deathbed first!"

The woman playing the Pipa below also showed a trace of surprise on her face. Why was the development of the script different from what she had imagined?

But before she could think about it, she was pressed down on the knife bed.

Four ghost officials grabbed his hands and feet respectively and pressed him on the knife bed, rolling and rubbing him back and forth.

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The sharp knife cut through the heart, liver, spleen and lungs, cutting off piles of flesh and blood.

After rolling it over and over twenty times, until it had reached the stage of cutting potato shreds, he finally let her down from the cutting bed.

After the woman got off the operating table, she looked almost dead.

But Jiang Li knew that this method would never be able to have any real impact on that person.

The other party is just acting.

But it can also be seen from this that the rules of this scene are equal. Even Mingshan Grandma herself must abide by the rules. Otherwise, she will be punished.

Now that I have the advantage of status, maybe I can try to force the other party.

Jiang Li, who was leaning back with a calm expression, puffed out his big belly and then sat up straight.

"Since you have been executed, tell us what the injustice is."

"If you dare to deceive the judge, your crime will be even more serious!"

The woman pretended to be weak, raised her head, and began to tell the story in a sad voice.

"I was originally from the capital, and my family lived at the foot of Xiamao Mausoleum. At the age of thirteen, I learned to play the pipa and became the best in the music school."

"After the song, she used to make Shancai admire her, and after she was done with makeup, Qiuniang was always jealous. The young men of Wuling competed to tie their hair, and they didn't know how many red silks were used for one song. The silver comb on her hairpin broke when she clapped, and the blood-colored silk skirt was stained with wine."

"This year's laughter will be repeated next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze pass by casually. My younger brother left for the army and my aunt died, the color of our faces changed from day to day. There are few horses and saddles in front of the door, and my eldest daughter married a merchant."

"Merchants value profit over separation. Last month I went to Fuliang to buy tea. I went back and forth to the river mouth to wait for the empty boat. The moon was bright and the river water was cold around the boat."

"A young man suddenly came to me late at night. I was holding a pipa and half covering my face. He sighed when he heard my pipa, and sighed again when he heard my words. We are both people who have been cast away to the ends of the earth. Why should we have known each other before we met?"

The woman was indeed very lively. She started singing as she spoke, telling about her past experiences and a romantic encounter under the moon.

However, what she said was obviously incomplete.

As she sang, words began to appear on the blank scroll in front of Jiang Li.

Nine out of ten sentences were almost the same as what the other party said, but she chose to ignore the remaining key point.

The person who played the role of Mingshan Grandma was originally a girl from the Beijing Jiaofang Department. She was a natural beauty, beautiful in appearance, and good at playing the pipa. She was once sought after by high-ranking officials and talented men.

But everyone knows that the girls in the Jiaofangsi are the kind of girls who have their red lips tasted by everyone and are not very clean.

It's fine to have romance and to be good at superficial things, but marrying someone home, even as a concubine, is not something that everyone can bring themselves to do.

But despite being the center of attention at the time, this pipa girl, who was sold to the Jiaofangsi since childhood, had no ability and was unwilling to face reality.

She was quite proud of herself and believed that she could impress all the men in the capital.

Even among them, there were a few who were willing to redeem her for her beauty.

But the arrogant Pipa girl was too picky and missed too many good matches, so much so that she missed the best time and was unable to "sell" herself.

Eventually, her beauty faded, and she began to be ignored. She could only choose a tea merchant whom she usually looked down upon, and redeemed herself and married him.

In fact, for most of the girls in the music academy, this is already quite good.

But women who have seen the world and been favored by an eagle often feel that ordinary men are not worthy of them.

The tea merchant was old and frail, and was away from home all year round, so he was unable to accompany her every day.

The Pipa girl thought back to her youth and naturally felt a great disappointment.

Then one night, a handsome young man, drunk and boating, heard the sound of the pipa and "wandered" onto the small tower on her boat.

The graceful young man reminded the Pipa girl of the days when she taught at Fangsi.

The two of them were both "wanderers in this world" and felt that they had met too late.

Naturally, some stories happened on the ship.

Then the two separated overnight, and the Pipa girl continued to live with her husband, spending more time together than together, and gave birth to a child ten months later.

At this point, the only unlucky one was the tea merchant. For the Pipa girl, it was not a big deal.

But the bad thing is that the elegant and drunken young man is actually a poet, a very talented and famous poet.

The song "Pipa Xing" spread all over the country.

It would have been fine if he had just written the poem, but he also wrote down the Pipa Girl's home address and past experiences in great detail.

If he had an ID card at the time, he might have written down his ID number.

When the tea merchant who traveled all over the country heard this seven-character long poem, he had no idea what was going on.

Suddenly I felt a green glow on my head and was extremely angry.

He knew that the women in the Jiaofangsi were "amorous", but he didn't expect that even if he placed her in a boathouse in the middle of the lake, he couldn't stop her love from overflowing over the wall.

Thinking about his newborn child, he almost died of anger.

He decisively abandoned the tea, returned to the village, gathered the elders and fellow villagers, and held a meeting in the ancestral hall.

The final result was very direct. The Pipa girl and the unclear child were thrown into a pig cage together.

"Where did you get this injustice? How dare you deceive me! You deserve to be beaten!"

The evil ghost next to him understood what Jiang Li said, and immediately picked up the sticks of water, fire, wind and thunder and started to beat him up.

But this Grandma Mingshan is really amazing. She can still speak with full energy while being beaten.

"Sir! I am innocent!"

"Ah! It's a pity that the guilty woman should die! But my child is not even one year old! He is innocent!"

"I hate it! I hate it so much! Why did he marry me? Why didn't he let me die in the Jiaofangsi!"

"I hate it so much! Why did he look for me? And why did he write that poem!"

"I hate them. I will kill them all and never let them go!"

After she told everything and was exposed by Jiang Li in person, black mist began to spread around the Pipa girl, and on the long scroll in front of Jiang Li, some words and large ink paintings began to appear continuously.

The ground was littered with corpses. Not only the town, but the entire country was destroyed by the ghost girl's resentment.

Pulling the scroll back, Jiang Li suddenly realized that the blank scroll, the part inside, actually had content.

He thought of something and pulled out the entire scroll.

However, the scroll, which was only as thick as an ordinary man's arm, was pulled out to a length of over a hundred feet by him, and piled up into a small hill on the ground beside it. There was no sign of the scroll being pulled out completely.

Jiang Li's eyes were very quick, and in just a quick movement he had read most of the contents on the scroll.

The scroll at the back does not depict the life of this Pipa girl.

But there are more, there are hundreds or thousands of prostitutes living miserable lives.

Each of them would become a prostitute for various reasons, become pregnant for various reasons, and die shortly after giving birth.

Moreover, every prostitute had a similar face and was accompanied by a pipa! How could there be such a coincidence in the world? Jiang Li had reason to believe that this was a pre-planned reincarnation! "... A thousand years of prostitution! A thousand years of losing a child! What a cruel method!"

(End of this chapter)