Chapter 117 Si Yao and Old Lady Su accuse Qing Bao in the Underworld
gate of hell.
A dark aura permeated the air, and the red spider lilies were in full bloom.
Many ghosts came and went, and were led into the Gates of Hell by Ox-Head and Horse-Face.
The ghosts all turned their heads to look at the madwoman ghost beside them.
"She's been shouting here for days. Her resentment is too great. If the judge doesn't come to resolve her resentment soon, she'll probably be a malevolent spirit for the rest of her life."
The ghost guard at the gate looked impatient.
"There's nothing we can do. She only wants to see the judge or the King of Hell, but unfortunately the judge isn't here. She insists on waiting, and as a result, several ghosts that have come in have been bitten by her. From now on, we'll just have her guard the door."
That's insane.
Indeed, Si Yao is insane.
She was enveloped in resentment, her face contorted in a grimace.
It seems that telling Qingbao to die was her only obsession in her ghostly life.
"I want to see the judge! I won't go in until the judge comes out!!!"
After saying that, he took a big bite out of the ghost next to him.
The ghost was terrified. "You crazy woman, if you don't want to go in, then don't go in! Why are you biting me!"
"What bad luck! I was bitten to death by a dog when I was alive, and I was bitten by a dog again in the underworld."
Ox-Head and Horse-Face lashed Si Yao with their whips, saying, "Don't interfere with our work."
I'm truly impressed.
They specifically target ghosts that are easy to bite.
The gates of hell slowly opened, and Wang Sheng led a group of soldiers out, looking at Si Yao.
Si Yao's face twisted in a ferocious grimace. "You think I'm afraid of you now? You're a ghost! My resentment is no less than yours!"
"Who said we came here to fight you?" Wang Sheng sneered, his resentment gone.
He and the soldiers behind him have all become clean and pure souls.
"The King of Hell said that we are loyal and righteous people. During the queue for reincarnation, we serve the underworld and accumulate good karma so that we can be reborn into good families."
"From now on, I, Wang Sheng, will guard the gates of hell. Si Yao, if you cause trouble again, don't blame me for being impolite!"
After saying that, the soldiers behind Wang Sheng transformed into long spears and aimed them directly at Si Yao.
Si Yao sensed the suppressed aura and took a step back.
"Why can you go in and see the King of Hell? I want to go in too!"
She roared at the ox-headed and horse-faced demons, "I want to go in too, didn't you hear me... Ah!"
Wang Sheng's spear suddenly pierced her.
The pain, emanating from the depths of her soul, made her cover herself and back away.
Wang Sheng said, "Your resentment is too strong, you won't be able to enter the Gates of Hell. Find a way to quell your resentment yourself, otherwise if you cause trouble again, we will send you to the River of Oblivion."
The River of Oblivion is inhabited by countless vengeful ghosts. Anyone thrown into it will soon be devoured and disappear.
Many ghosts whose resentment even Qingbao couldn't dispel were thrown into the River of Oblivion.
"Don't you think it's contradictory? How can I get justice if I can't see the King of Hell and the judge?!" Si Yao roared angrily, her eyes red.
The resentment in his body intensified.
Wang Sheng beat her up again, "But you're not allowed to cause trouble! Men, take her to the River of Oblivion!"
Her resentment stemmed from her resentment towards the junior judge; who the hell could settle that score for her?
She can forget about going to the underworld.
Si Yao struggled incessantly, but was held down tightly by the ghost messengers, far from the gates of hell.
"I don't want to—I don't want to—"
"I demand to see the judge, or I will die with my eyes wide open in disbelief!"
A thick aura of resentment soared into the sky.
Just then.
An even stronger aura of resentment descended, pushing away the two ghost messengers beside Si Yao.
Si Yao looked at the newcomer, her eyes lighting up, "Mother-in-law? How come you're dead too?"
Old Mrs. Su's face had already been swallowed by the black mist.
She screamed menacingly, "I want to see the judge! I want to sue that wicked Qingbao to death!!!"
Countless ghost messengers were shocked: "Tell me, who are you going to sue?"
Just then.
A beam of light descended into the inner hall from the gates of hell.
The ghosts roared and cheered, creating a lively scene.
The judge's pen transformed into a gigantic phantom, its tip trembling as it whistled:
"The Judge has returned! All of you, why don't you hurry and greet him!"
Countless ghosts and ghost messengers knelt heavily before the inner hall of the Gates of Hell, their attitude respectful, and shouted in unison:
"Welcome back, Judge!"
Grandma Su and Si Yao exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with an air of unwavering confidence.
If the judge holds such a high position in the underworld, then their lawsuit against Qingbao will definitely succeed!
Qingbao is doomed!
The two shouted, "We want to see the judge!"
A soft, childlike sigh came from the dimly lit inner hall.
"Let them in."
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