Chapter 115 The scene of interrogation turned into a concert

Yu Nanchen stood behind her, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yunjiang and Lu Zeshen were also very curious.

Yan Luo stood up and looked back and said, "There are no less than fifty corpses buried under this rockery, and the resentment is very heavy." She did not tell them about the soul-calming talisman. After all, they couldn't see it. If she told them, she would have to explain it. The more she explained, the more troublesome it would be, and it would easily arouse suspicion.

Lu Zeshen crossed his arms and said, "Sister-in-law, your words make me tremble."

Fu Yunjiang glanced at him, "What are you afraid of? My sister-in-law is not afraid either."

Yu Nanchen knew that Yan Luo could predict people's death, so it was reasonable for him to feel the breath of death.

Yan Luo asked him, "What are you going to do with Kawashima?"

"Give someone a taste of their own medicine." The man's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"You can vent your anger but you can't kill people. There are so many corpses buried here. Call the police and let them deal with him. Don't dirty your hands."

Yan Luo is not the Holy Mother, but she does not allow indiscriminate killing. Just like in Wanling Mountain, she only put the wolves to sleep and did not kill them. However, she did kill the poisonous snakes. After all, the remaining magic power was not enough to keep the snakes asleep.

The most important thing is that Yu Nanchen has a special identity. As the King of Hell in the underworld, if he commits murder in the human world, he will be criticized when he returns to the underworld.

Yu Nanchen held her hand and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Yan Luo raised his eyebrows.

[Eh! This is so corny! ]

Yu Nanchen didn't care what she thought and took her towards the main hall.

Fu Yunjiang VS Lu Zeshen: We are just the background.

After passing through a long corridor and a round archway, the four of them arrived in front of a wooden house. The two men in suits standing at the door nodded at Yu Nanchen, and then pulled open the doors on both sides.

Yu Nanchen asked the two people to leave before entering.

A man in a kimono was kneeling in front of a square low table, pouring tea.

Seeing the visitor, he smiled and said, "My guild hall is surrounded tightly. I wonder what advice you have for me, my distinguished guest?"

"Who instructed you to do this tonight?"

Kawashima laughed, picked up the cup and sipped the tea slowly, "I don't know what you are talking about?"

Yan Luo looked at Yu Nanchen, "I'll do it."

Yu Nanchen knew that she wanted to use the soul-stealing technique, but he preferred to use the old method. To pry open these people's mouths, some tough measures were always necessary, and venting his anger was just the right way.

He let go of Yan Luo's hand and pulled her behind him, staring at her with sinister eyes, "I'll give you three counts. One, two..."

Kawashima's eyes became fierce. He suddenly raised the teacup in his hand, pulled out a samurai sword from under the coffee table, and jumped up to chop at Yu Nanchen.

Yu Nanchen took Yan Luo and dodged to the side, at the same time grabbed his wrist and broke it hard.

There was a crisp sound accompanied by the sound of the knife falling to the ground.

Kawashima's wrist was broken and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. He glared at Yu Nanchen angrily and kicked him.

Yu Nanchen shook off his arm, grabbed his ankle, raised his foot and kicked hard on his knee.

Kawashima's originally straight legs were folded in a strange posture and broken.

Lu Zeshen sneered, "He wanted to sneak attack Nanchen, but he really hit a wall. Even the boxing king of the Empire is no match for him. He is really courting death."

Fu Yunjiang put his hands in his pockets and felt that Kawashima's death was not a pity. First he tried to murder Su Nian and now he wanted to stab Nanchen to death. It would be too easy for him to have his hands and feet cut off.

Yu Nanchen squatted down and grabbed Kawashima's collar, "This is the last time, or I'll let you see King Yan!"

Kawashima gritted his teeth and said, "Underworld...Underworld rules...I can't tell you!"

"Get out of the way."

Yu Nanchen looked back at Yan Luo holding two slippers in her hands, and he obediently stood up to make way.

Yan Luo walked forward and squatted down, "Do you know how the dead duck died?"

"I don't know." Kawashima looked at the smiling woman and broke out in a cold sweat for no apparent reason.

Yan Luo sat cross-legged, holding his slippers tightly in his hands, "Then I'll let you know!"

"Three claps on the left, three claps on the right, claps on the forehead, claps on the mouth, claps up and down, claps to death!" Yan Luo sang while slapping Kawashima's face.

It’s a good song called “Health Song”, but the lyrics have been changed beyond all recognition, yet it still rhymes exceptionally well.

Lu Zeshen's mouth twitched and he began to hum along.

The originally brutal scene of torture was transformed into a concert.

Yan Luo looked at Kawashima, whose face was bruised and swollen like a pig's head, and raised his chin, "What? Do you want to say it? Oh, I see. If you still don't want to say it, then continue!"

Kawashima: Spare my life! I want to say it!

"Clap on the left! Clap on the right! Please take a deep breath! Try to be tough like Kawashima and clap harder!" Yan Luo didn't stop even though he saw blood coming out of Kawashima's nostrils.

To be honest, she really wanted to slap him to death.

Su Nian suffered so much from the electric shock and was almost pushed into the wrongful death pool. If he had really fallen in, his soul would have been damaged. Even if he was rescued, he would probably be a fool.

Kawashima raised his normal hand and said, "I shrink..."

Because his teeth were knocked out, he speaks with a lisp.

Yan Luo smiled harmlessly, "It's no use shrinking, I haven't fought enough!"

The sound of "pa pa pa" echoed throughout the cabin, and it even had a rhythm.

The three men rubbed their faces and felt pain when they saw it.

Yan Luo stopped and said, "I guess your mother can't recognize you. Now you can speak."

Kawashima cried, "It was a woman. I don't know her name, but I have a recording of the phone call. She gave me 10 million. The plan was to use Madam Su to lure you out and get rid of you, but she didn't intend to kill Madam Su. My men came back and said they just wanted to electrocute Madam Su, but for some reason the current increased automatically and Madam Su was electrocuted to death."

"Where's the recording?"

Kawashima took the mobile phone from the table and played the conversation between the two.

When they heard this voice, all four of them frowned. It was Gu Sichen.

It seems that the Gu family is too resistant to hardship.

Yu Nanchen called the police and waited for them to come and handle the matter.

Yan Luo asked Kawashima, "Those corpses under the rockery are all your work, right?"

Kawashima remained silent, which was considered as his tacit agreement.

“Who drew the soul-suppressing charm?”

Kawashima was surprised, "How do you know there is a soul-suppressing talisman?"

Yan Luo weighed the slippers in his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I never get tired of beating you."

Kawashima immediately said, "He is a young man in his twenties, very good-looking. A few years ago, there were ghosts haunting my place, and he suddenly appeared and said that there was too much resentment here, so he left a talisman, and the ghosts stopped haunting my place after that."

It is true that ghosts are no longer haunting, but the ghosts have been suppressed.

All the resentment was absorbed by the talisman and transmitted to that person, thereby continuously accumulating resentment and enhancing that person's own magic.

This kind of magic is called evil magic in the underworld and is a forbidden magic.

Once the caster is caught, he will be executed and his soul will be destroyed.

Usually this kind of spellcaster will also use resentment to nourish some puppets, and the fate of these puppets is the same as that of the spellcaster, without exception.

Yan Luo came to her senses and realized that the man had already come to the human world a long time ago. What on earth did he want to do that made him lie dormant for so long?

"How do we resolve that soul-calming curse?" Yu Nanchen asked.

Yan Luo said, "Don't come out, I'll take care of it. Don't peek, or I won't be responsible if you get dirty."

Lu Ze Shen leaned his head out curiously, and a big hand covered his eyes and took him back.

He slapped Fu Yunjiang's hand away and said, "I'll just take a look."

Then she caught a glimpse of Yu Nanchen's death gaze and fell silent.

Yan Luo stood in front of the soul-calming spell, chanting the ancient incantation.

The talisman began to crack little by little, and finally broke apart completely along with the painful roars of the wronged soul.

In an instant, several black shadows emerged from the rockery and floated in the air.

They are men and women, young and old, some of them are evil, while others are innocent and kind.

The smallest is only one meter high.

They all knelt down and asked Yan Luo to remove the talisman so that they could enter the underworld. After being baptized by the eighteen levels of hell, they entered the gate of rebirth to be reincarnated.

Yan Luo drew a line in the air with his fingertips, the gate to the underworld opened, and all the dark shadows entered.

The resentment dissipated.

At the same time, all her magic power was exhausted.

Yan Luo shouted at the cabin, "Okay, open sesame!"

The door opened and Yu Nanchen walked out.

He curled his lips, but found that Yan Luo was barefoot. He frowned and smiled, and walked towards her quickly, "Where are your shoes?"

"It's stained with blood, so disgusting." Yan Luo didn't care.

Yu Nanchen felt a little annoyed that he didn't notice that she was not wearing shoes.

Just as he was about to reach her, a red dot suddenly flashed by.

Yu Nanchen rushed forward, hugged Yan Luo and turned around, and the man let out a muffled groan.