I'm not the underworld

Chapter 727 Just because I am Emperor Fengdu
"Quiet!" Just when the old and young of the Ji family were crying and losing their temper, two teams of ghosts entered the hall and lined up on both sides of the hall, yelling at them.

Even though they are used to being domineering in the world, everyone in the Ji family couldn't help but tremble when they were scolded by the ghost messenger, and they didn't dare to beep any more.

Even the coddled ladies stopped crying, only sobs remained.

Among them, the one who panicked the most was Daoist Wenxian.

As a cultivator, he has some understanding of the underworld.

This place is not the Palace of the King of Hell, but...

Daoist Wenxian's whole body... no, the whole ghost trembled.

He could figure out that Tianming Bufan, the son of the real dragon, but couldn't figure out his specific identity.

Now, there is speculation.

If... If this real dragon is not from the world, but from the underworld, then they will be miserable!

Thinking of this, Daoist Wenxian felt a little regretful.

The reason why he dared to steal the luck of the Chen family was actually partly because the son of the real dragon generally refers to the emperor.

The emperor in this world doesn't know the destiny, even if he steals the luck and destroys the life of the real dragon, he doesn't know the cause and effect, let alone find him.

But if it's the emperor of the underworld, then it's a terrible thing.

As if just to verify Taoist Wenxian's conjecture, Chen Yifan, wearing the black court attire and crown of Emperor Fengdu, came from behind the screen and sat on his throne.

The young man's appearance is a little immature, but with this majestic emperor's crown, he does not seem to be inconsistent at all, and his powerful momentum makes up for everything.

Daoist Wen Xian widened his eyes, looked up at the young man he had just met, his soul and body were in turmoil.

If... sure enough!

It's over, it's over!

The terrestrial boy who was wearing a T-shirt and a casual jacket just now has become the supreme ruler of the underworld who sits on the throne and looks down on the world.

And they, who were alive just now, are now... dead.

After death, they are the young subjects.

Recalling the things they had done, Daoist Wen Xian was extremely sure that it was absolutely impossible for the young man to let them go.

Thinking of this, Daoist Wen Xian's face changed a few times, and his soul power fluctuated strangely, and he was about to "suicide".

As a disciple of a mysterious sect who can learn the art of changing the world, Taoist Master Wenxian also has some research on the soul body.

But at this time, relying on his own secret techniques, it is obviously impossible to be the opponent of the high-ranking Hell Supreme.

He would rather lose his soul than be judged and punished by the supreme being of the underworld.

"Want to die? Did the emperor agree?" Chen Yifan's eyes were fixed, and he looked down at the question and asked long.

Immediately, two ghost messengers stepped forward, threw out the soul-hunting rope in their hands, and tied up Taoist Wenxian.

The soul seduction rope can not only seduce souls, but also suppress soul power. It is really the only magic weapon for seducing souls and suppressing ghosts.

At this time, the soul power mobilized by Daoist Wenxian just now with the secret method was instantly suppressed and could no longer be mobilized.

Chen Yifan sat casually on the cushion of the throne. He was used to this position, and he was not as excited and nervous as he was at the beginning.

Now, to him, isn't it just a chair?Just bigger and more luxurious.

Chen Yifan glanced at a judge beside him when he saw that the ghost was suppressing Taoist Wenxian who wanted to "suicide".

The judge immediately stepped forward, took out a long scroll with black background and complicated dark lines, unfolded the scroll and read: "To the great emperor, there are 317 people in the five generations of the Ji family, all of them are in the palace at this time, plus Wen Xian is an old man, there are 318 people in total, please listen to the emperor's trial!"

Chen Yifan didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

The judge bowed his head, turned around and looked towards the direction outside the hall, and said in a loud voice, "Present the files and records of merits and demerits!"

There was a sound of orderly footsteps, and a row of judges went to the hall together, holding files and merits and demerits tens of centimeters high in their arms.

The so-called archives are all the experiences of a person from reincarnation to death.

It is more detailed than the book of life and death, but because it is recorded by judges and ghost messengers, errors may occur.

And this file error will directly affect this person's experience in the world, just like Tao Yiran's brother and sister.

After all, the archives of the underworld are not just records of what has happened, and are kept as information.

As for the list of merits and demerits, the judge will sort out each person after death, and all the things he did during his lifetime will be awarded a sum of merits and demerits. In the end, the verdict will be used to determine what punishment and reward should be received.

Generally speaking, serious crimes cannot be offset by merit, but merit can be added together.

It is necessary to punish the criminal law for serious crimes first, and then give rewards by offsetting the remaining merits of minor crimes.

Generally speaking, rewards are early reincarnation, or the choice of whether to reincarnate, and the status of the next life.

Of course, under normal circumstances, it takes a few days from death, crossing Huangquan Road, Wangchuan River, drinking Mengpo soup, looking back at Wangxiangtai... to accepting the judgment.

Moreover, ordinary ghosts do not need to go to the Hall of Hades to accept the judgment, they will be notified directly by the ghost messenger, and if they can see a judge, they are all people who have either great deeds or great merit.

Those who can see the King of Hades are those whose merits are so great that they can be admitted to immortality.

After all, there are only ten Hades, and thousands of people died on this day.

And there is only one criterion for being able to enter the palace of Emperor Fengdu - depending on the mood.

Regardless of whether the meritorious deeds are great enough to become immortals, or the crimes are heinous, there is no need for Emperor Fengdu to personally interrogate.

The Ji family is undoubtedly very honored.

The judges who came in with the files and the certificate of merit and demerit arrived at their positions, put down the things in their hands, and looked at Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan looked at one of the judges and gave him a wink.

The judge got the order, and immediately picked up the completed merit and demerit book in front of him, and read it aloud.

"Ji Yueying: 698 crimes during her lifetime, 3 cases of doing good deeds."

"Among them, those who sow dissension and slander others will be sentenced to 500 years in the tongue-pulling hell!"

"Killing people's lives, and then going up and down, hiding the truth, making their grievances unresolved, and sentenced to 800 years in the evil mirror hell!"

"Blame the gods and be sentenced to 500 years in the Knife Mountain Hell!"

"After the rest of the merits and demerits are offset, the crimes will be accumulated, and they will be sentenced to the eighteenth floor of hell, and they will be reincarnated for thousands of years."

"And...as the Ji family, I'm sentenced to eighteen levels of hell, infinite reincarnation, and I can't turn over forever!" The judge paused, and glanced at Ji Yue, who was completely stunned and stupefied among the ghosts of the Ji family. Sakura glanced and read the last one.

Being the Ji family is the biggest mistake in their life.

As Emperor Fengdu, Chen Yifan knew that it was their own fate that they voted for the Ji family, but as Chen Yifan, he could not forgive the Ji family.

"Why? Just because I am from the Ji family, why do you want me to never stand up again?"

"Not fair! You are not fair!"

Ji Yueying came back to her senses, and yelled at Chen Yifan frantically.

You will never be able to turn over, just listening to it, how shocking it is!
"How many fair things are there in the world? You were born to enjoy rich clothes and fine food, while others were born to suffer from cold and hunger. Is it fair?" Chen Yifan sneered.

"Why? Just because I am Emperor Fengdu, and you are just a mortal!"

(End of this chapter)