Douluo: Martial Soul Sword Immortal, a hundred battles become a poem!

Chapter 27 "You can't stop me from running towards a better person!"

"Ledgers and law enforcement records, this and this..."

Hearing that Li Qiu wanted to see these two things, most of the bishops and deacons turned pale.

They originally thought that the sky was high and the emperor was far away, so they did not usually use power to gain personal benefits.

Who would have thought that the Holy Son and Ghost Douluo would come today, and looking at their posture, it didn't look like they were joking at all.

"Huh? Didn't you hear what His Royal Highness the Son said?"

Ghost Douluo frowned and released a powerful pressure that swept across everyone.

"Yes, yes! Let's go get it now!"

With the mentality that the law should not be blamed, the two deacons still went to get it.

After all, at least 70% to 80% are those who know the law and break the law. His Royal Highness the Son cannot kill them all, can he?

At most, they punish the leaders and kill the chickens to scare the monkeys.

Not long after, the two deacons came back tremblingly and handed over the account books and law enforcement records with their hands.

Li Qiu was already sitting on the main seat at this time, and Ghost Douluo was standing beside him, waiting.

"Very good, I'm going to say something ugly beforehand. If you have done something bad and you admit it now, I can let you go and deal with it lightly. Otherwise..."

Li Qiu's words trailed off, but no one stood up to admit it.

"It seems that the system of Wuhun Palace is indeed perfect. There is not a single bad person." Li Qiu's voice was cold, and anyone could hear that he was sarcastic.

Then, he lowered his head and began to check the information.

As time passed, Li Qiu checked the information carefully, but someone was already sweating profusely.

Not long after, the ledger was closed heavily, and Li Qiu raised his head and glanced at everyone.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son..."

"Nine people including Wang Le, Zhou Qiang, Zhou Li, Lin Xuan, Lin Wu... all come out!"

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, I, I..."

Nine people stood out with pale faces, all wearing masks of pain.

Li Qiu didn't say anything to them, but just looked at the ghosts on the side, "Of these nine people, at least they have embezzled millions of gold soul coins, and more than tens of millions."

Ghost Douluo's eyes were filled with astonishment, "How many, tens of millions?"

What a good guy. He can only earn hundreds of thousands in one year as the elder of Wuhun Palace, and only a few million in six years.

These people are good, and they are richer than him, an elder. God knows what these people are doing behind the scenes.

"Yes, what I mean is..." Li Qiu looked at the nine people again, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, "Kill them all. Keeping these people is also a disaster. Our Wuhun Palace is not very wealthy to begin with, so why? There is room for these black sheep.”

Wuhun Palace is really quite poor, the upper three sects and the two major empires are richer than it.

Because Wuhun Palace is organized by civilians, how can it have such incredible wealth?

Otherwise, an elder from Ghost Hall would not only have this salary in a year, which would be very different from the treatment of titled Douluo from other forces.

"As ordered!"

When it comes to cutting down corrupt officials, Gui Mei shows no mercy.

"No, Your Highness the Holy Son, I was just obsessed for a moment, please give me a chance!"

"Your Majesty the Holy Son, I don't dare to spend any money. I am confused because I am afraid of poverty!"

"No, don't, I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong."

Li Qiu looked at the bishop who spoke last and said indifferently: "Zhou Qiang, you are the most greedy among the nine people. No one can spare you."

"No, no, no! Your Majesty the Holy Son, I really know I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

"You don't know that you are wrong, you just know that you are going to die." Li Qiu sneered.

He was an orphan in this life, and he had suffered a lot, so he hated these things from the bottom of his heart.

Such people will never change. When disaster strikes, they will only regret that they were not cautious enough in the first place.

"Elder Ghost?"

"Yes."

"Your Highness the Holy Son, please spare our lives. The law does not punish everyone, Your Highness!"

"I am the law, and I will naturally set the rules." Li Qiu withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Elder Ghost, go ahead and do it."

The so-called law does not punish everyone, it is used to restrain the weak, and it is a fairy tale for the weak.

Is Li Qiu a weak person? He is a strong man destined to break all rules!
As the heads of nine people fell to the ground one after another, the remaining bishops and deacons subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

They understood that His Royal Highness the Holy Son was serious and had no scruples! No one dares to take chances anymore, they can only pray that they have not done anything wrong before...

Soon, Li Qiu closed the law enforcement record book, and he sighed softly.

"Gulu..." Someone was so frightened that he was sweating like rain.

"Elder Ghost."

"exist."

Li Qiu glanced at the remaining people, "Zhu Yu, Qin Lin... the four of them came out."

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, I, we..."

"Is there anything you can't do, such as using power for personal gain, robbing women, beating parents, killing brothers and sisters-in-law? Kill them all."

"Your Highness the Holy Son, spare your life, spare..."

Before the word "fate" was finished, four more heads fell to the ground.

The ghost wiped his hands with a tissue and snorted coldly.

Looking at the remaining six people, Li Qiu stood up and smiled happily, "It's good that you can restrain yourselves. From now on, I hope we can cooperate happily."

"Follow, obey His Royal Highness the Holy Son's order!" The remaining six people said in unison.

"Elder Ghost, find someone to write to the adoptive mother and ask her to re-select people to fill these vacancies. The remaining six people will all be promoted to the third level."

"Ok."

"Well, that's it for today, let's go for a walk."

……

Walking on the streets of Soto City, Li Qiu felt the noise around him and felt a little relieved.

"Your Highness, as far as I know, there are several famous dishes in Soto City. Shall we try them?"

Ghosts are always inseparable, he suggested.

"Yes." Li Qiu did not refuse.

"..."

"Wow! Whose young master is that? He's so handsome!"

"Holy shit! Is this guy so handsome? I'm so excited for him!"

"Husband, can I do a magic trick for you?"

"Honey, can you do magic?"

"One, two, three... bang! Congratulations, husband, you are now single. Isn't this magic magical?"

"No, no, you want to divorce me?"

"You can't stop me from running towards someone better!"

"..."

This kind of sound never stopped, and Li Qiu had become accustomed to turning a blind eye, but the corners of the ghost's mouth twitched as he listened.

It's such a bully. Even if your cultivation talent is so good, how can His Highness the Son of God be so handsome?

It's really annoying to compare people to each other!

When will he, a ghost, be treated like this, but it's basically unlikely...

"Hey! Dude, a good dog is out of the way, give way!"

Suddenly, an extremely arrogant voice sounded, and the ghostly thoughts returned immediately.

Standing in front of him and Li Qiu was a blond man who looked about eleven or twelve years old. He was handsome, but his expression was extremely arrogant and arrogant.

This man also had a beautiful woman in his arms, and it seemed that he was in a hurry to get a room.

"Who are you? It seems you are blocking my way." Li Qiu pondered for a moment, looked at him and asked.

"Brother, you don't even know me, how can you hang out in Soto City in the future?" The blond man smiled disdainfully and his tone became more arrogant:

"Listen up, I won't change my name or my surname. The White Tiger with Evil Eyes is Dai Mubai!"

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