Chapter 31 Qingbao actually summoned the King of Hell!
"You want Yao'er? What do you want Yao'er for? There are so many people here, why do you want her?" Si Han asked, puzzled.
In his memory, Yao'er was cheerful, generous, and open-minded, and never offended anyone.
Why would they offend such a behemoth?
Even the top Taoist priest in the capital was unable to subdue and guide it away.
Si Han was extremely worried.
That's his dear sister.
The evil spirits' resentment intensified, and even in the darkness of night, their wrath had already caused the entire Si family to fall victim to it.
"Why should I explain to mortals like you? If you don't hand over Si Yao, I will kill the person inside and prevent him from even being reincarnated!"
The person it was referring to was Si Zhao, who had never been saved.
If it weren't for Si Zhao meddling in other people's business.
They had already torn that bitch Si Yao to pieces and devoured her in the suburbs long ago.
It is only natural for them to retaliate against him for ruining their revenge.
"What are you going to do to my sister?" Si Han asked, his face filled with fear.
"Of course, we should cut her into a thousand pieces, tear her soul out, and devour it, so that she will never be able to be reborn!"
The evil spirit spoke menacingly, and an even stronger resentment arose around them, seemingly threatening to devour everyone present.
Qingbao, with a cold expression, said, "Be more restrained."
The evil spirits then gathered some of their dark energy, allowing the moonlight to shine in.
Only then could people barely see the true colors of Si Han and the others.
"You will go to the eighteenth level of hell for harming people like this," Si Han said angrily, spitting out blood.
He would never allow anyone to hurt his sister.
The three brothers once swore that even if Yao'er wanted their lives, they would give them to her without hesitation.
Now that he's really in trouble, how could he possibly back down?
"Hahaha, the eighteen levels of hell? If Yama, the King of Hell, knew this, wouldn't she be the one to go to the eighteen levels of hell?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Hehehehehe".
"A bunch of scoundrels killed us and even said we'd never be able to be reborn!"
"Hahaha, even if she can't have more children, we'll still make her pay the price."
The atmosphere at the scene was incredibly eerie; just listening to it sent chills down my spine and made me feel uneasy.
Si Ye, upon hearing the words "King of Hell".
He struggled to crawl to the front of him and said, "M-Sir, let's settle things here and now. Please contact the King of Hell and let me ask him."
He hasn't apologized yet.
It's already late at night.
"If I were qualified, who would have waited so long!" The evil spirit couldn't help but curse.
Where did this idiot come from!
Startled, Si Ye took a step back. "Qingbao, Qingbao, quickly get out your magic picture! Scar them to death!"
Qingbao sighed and said to the evil spirit:
"Let's make things clear on the spot, and the King of Hell will take care of it for you."
She doesn't have the Book of Life and Death, so she can't make decisions for them; she can only try to cross over.
But they didn't want to leave, and Qingbao couldn't do anything about it.
Qingbao took out her divine map, on which the words "King Yama" flashed faintly.
The evil spirit seemed to have seen something extraordinary.
They immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, and the oppressive aura that had overwhelmed the Si family vanished in an instant.
Everyone was able to stand up.
"We beg Yama to intervene on our behalf," the evil spirit said.
A low sigh echoed from the void.
"I am incapable of dealing with living people. You must bring the wicked to justice and hand them over to the judge for judgment!"
The evil spirit's eyes were filled with disappointment and sorrow.
Qingbao frowned, looking unhappy.
Hey! You old devil, you've given me another mission!
I'm still a baby, how can I be judged?
Yama said in a voice only Qingbao could hear, "Hehe, five hundred wronged souls, the underworld's performance depends on you, baby!"
Qingbao is a living person, and only she in the human world can help them.
They must be exonerated, the evildoers brought to justice, and then they must be executed and sent to the underworld.
Qingbao didn't want to take on this task, she asked.
"Look at how much longer Si Yao has to live. Can't we even let them wait a little longer?"
Sure enough, the sound of pages turning echoed from the void.
Not long after, he said, "Thirty years."
"Thirty years," the evil spirit murmured, tears of blood suddenly streaming from its eyes. "Thirty years from now, who will still know of our injustice!"
"Thirty years from now, who will remember that battle with the Northern Kingdom!"
"We died tragically, while she gets to enjoy thirty more years of happiness. Fate is so unfair..."
The cries of weeping rose and fell, as if the Si family had been plunged into purgatory.
A sigh echoed from the void, "I have already spoken of the method. The laws of the mortal realm will not let any evildoer go unpunished. You... take care of yourselves."
He was about to disappear.
Suddenly a gust of wind turned back.
"Oh right, where's that guy named Si Ye? Come down and have a drink with me."
Si Ye covered his face, letting out a sharp, explosive sound.
"ah--"
He kowtowed repeatedly, "I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, it's my fault. I shouldn't have made fun of your amazing drawing. It's just that my niece's drawing was too abstract. I didn't expect you to recognize it!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll burn lots of paper money for you in the future. Please don't seduce me, please don't seduce me—"
Si Ye's face had become so abstract that it resembled an emoji.
I have never been so terrified.
The King of Hell said, "You're overthinking it. It really is just drinking. Come on!"
The words were spoken.
Si Ye died instantly.
He stopped breathing.
Madam Si was so frightened that she took several steps back. Although they couldn't see it, they could clearly hear the King of Hell coming to collect souls.
"My second grandson! Qingbao, is there any hope for your second uncle?"
Qingbao put her thumb in her mouth and thought, "He seems a little dead."
Madam Si was heartbroken and fainted after rolling her eyes.
The evil spirits were still howling pitifully, and Qingbao sighed helplessly.
"I will try to find out the truth for you. If it is indeed Si Yao who harmed you, I believe that even the emperors of the mortal realm will not let her off the hook."
The task assigned to the judge by Yama is one that must be carried out.
If done well, one will gain superhuman privileges and magical powers.
She couldn't do it well... She's never even seen those ghosts that couldn't do it well; they've probably already been used to make the neighbor's kid cry with envy.
Qingbao's aura and imposing presence made the evil spirits feel very safe.
Since she's already said that...
And so they did as instructed.
Qingbao pulled a soul-collecting bag off Master Wufeng and opened it.
The evil spirits immediately burrowed inside.
Waiting for the injustice to be redressed.
Those are five hundred living lives.
Si Han got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:
"Qingbao, what nonsense are you talking about? How could Yao'er possibly harm anyone? These evil spirits must have died under mysterious circumstances and misunderstood Yao'er. By saying this, aren't you just trying to make them cause trouble for Yao'er in the future?"
Qingbao frowned, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, and said, "You should go and collect the bodies of your family members."
Before my eyes, a group of people were all lying on the ground.
Only Si Han was sober.
Instead of settling her family first, Si Han blamed her.
"Guards! Guards!" Si Han shouted twice, each time louder than the last, to vent his anger.
Only then did the servants, who had been hiding in the shadows trembling with fear, dare to come out.
They carried away the lady, the old lady, and the dead second young master from the ground.
Qingbao carried the soul-collecting bag on her shoulder using a pen handle and walked away leisurely with measured steps.
"My dear child, are you really leaving like this?" Master Wufeng clutched his chest, pleading, "Aren't you going to save your third uncle?"
She's more capable than me; she can definitely save Si Zhao.
"Qingbao, Si Zhao is your third uncle! How can you not save him!"
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