Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 192 Lin Sitong
The day after tomorrow?
You have to choose the right day to go to the underworld office.

Li Xuan was somewhat speechless, but he could wait this long. He said, "Humans and ghosts are different. You can't keep possessing this old woman's body. I'm releasing you. As long as you don't do anything wrong, I won't do anything to you. But if you try to run away or have any other bad intentions..."

The ghost messenger thought to himself, "So you know there's a difference between Yin and Yang, then don't lock me inside this woman's body."

He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly saw the young man in front of him flick his right hand and produce a 1.4-meter-long slender blade, which was extremely oppressive in the small living room.

Ah this?

Where did the knife come from?

And what about the eerie light emanating from the blade?

Li Xuan took a tissue from the table, wiped the blade, and then quickly put it away, leaving the ghost messenger stunned.

The ghost's voice softened: "Master, I do have a few minor flaws, but I am still kind at heart. If you say I won't run away, I absolutely won't run away!"

Li Xuan pointed his index finger at the old woman's brow, and the ghost messenger felt the binding force in his body dissipate. He instinctively wanted to run away, but his eyes met Li Xuan's gaze, and his ghost body stiffened.

It detached from the old woman's body, and the black mist coalesced into a man in a black suit. He had a buzz cut, an ordinary face, and all his features were present; he had the air of a gangster in a suit, and he wasn't holding an umbrella…

The old woman regained consciousness. Having long been a psychic, she could naturally see the ghost messengers and exclaimed in shock, "What are you going to do?"

The ghost messenger said, "Zhou Lan, this master has something to attend to. Don't communicate with spirits for now. I'm going out with the master to do some things. I'll let you know when I have time."

The old woman was somewhat taken aback. Why did she hear a hint of flattery in the ghost messenger's tone?
When she was possessed, she could only vaguely sense what was happening. The powerful ghost guards almost completely obscured her consciousness.

Therefore, waking up felt like I had taken a nap.

She glanced at the phone on the table. In just three minutes, the ghost messenger had become a stranger.
Li Xuan bid farewell to the old woman and left the building with the ghost messengers.

As dusk fell, the shops along the street had already lit up with neon lights.

He and the ghost messenger were walking on the road when, unaware that a car had stopped nearby, A-Cong and Zi-Ning got out and hurriedly went into the Hui-style building to look for the old woman who asked questions.

Li Xuan said, "You seem unaware of the significance of my position as the Left Judge of Fengdu?"

The ghost messenger had never heard of it before, but he was too embarrassed to question it, so he adopted a very humble attitude and said, "I am not well-educated and know very little. If an expert could explain it to me, it would be my great fortune..."

Li Xuan's gaze fell upon him, and he said, "My name is Li Xuan, a judge of Fengdu. I serve as the Left Judge of the Fengdu General Records Court and oversee the affairs of the six heavenly palaces and spirits. I travel among the mortals, judging all kinds of injustices! It can be said that as long as someone has broken the law and I determine that they are guilty, I must put them to trial..."

The ghost messenger thought to himself, "Isn't this just your one-man show?"

Li Xuan could roughly tell what it was thinking, but there was no need to explain the details; a judge has the authority to act as one.

He said, "Please introduce yourself."

The ghost messenger said, "My name is Qingzheng. Many ghost messengers have forgotten their past lives and give themselves a new name after becoming ghost messengers."

In the underworld, I am a ghost messenger of the evil ghost level. This does not refer to my virtue, but rather that my strength is similar to that of an evil ghost. On weekdays, I am responsible for guiding lost ghosts to the Reincarnation Altar to line up for reincarnation. When I am not busy, I cooperate with some shamans and sorcerers in the mortal world to perform spirit communication, mainly to resolve the obsessions of ghosts and the worries of the living.

"Ahem, of course, I'll also charge a small handling fee, such as the lifespan a ghost will have when it's reincarnated as a human. Lifespan is something we can't directly take away; we can only trade it through contracts. Even our superiors trade in this way."

Li Xuan was somewhat surprised. Why did it sound a bit like the practices of Western demons?
Could these ghost messengers actually be demons?

It doesn't look like it...

He asked, "What are your ranks from top to bottom?"

Qingzheng said, "I only know the general idea. The entire underworld is controlled by the Ghost Palace, which has a Ghost Lord, six major Ghost Departments, and each department has a Ghost King. Below the Ghost King are Ghost Generals, Ghost Soldiers, Evil Ghosts, and Ghost Messengers. I am the last one."

Li Xuan was stumped by his act and said, "You guys probably copied this setup from a novel, right?"

Since the 1970s, various comics and novels have been very popular in Hong Kong. Many classic films and television dramas have been made based on these works. Some directors even borrowed money to make movies, so film and television culture was particularly popular.

Qing was a little embarrassed: "I felt the same way at first, but I was too embarrassed to ask..."

Li Xuan asked, "Could you help me contact your superior?"

Qingzheng said, "There's nothing we can do. There are very few ghost messengers. The last time I saw my superior was five years ago. We lowly soldiers don't have many opportunities to meet each other either. We all live on our own."

Li Xuan asked the last question: "Do you know of a ghost messenger who wears a black suit, a black top hat, and carries a black umbrella, but whose eyes are stitched together...?"

Qing Zheng was somewhat stunned and shocked: "It sounds like they are ghost kings. Their facial features are incomplete. Some are missing eyes, some are missing mouths, and some have ears or noses. I don't know who the ghost king without eyes is."

Sigh, there's too little information.

Just then, a newspaper flew from the ground, and Qing Zheng quickly caught it and was about to throw it away.

Li Xuan took the newspaper and saw a news article about a 26-year-old female model named Lin Sitong who was hit and killed by a truck while running wildly at night with her clothes disheveled...

He remembered this model. In the original story, Zi Ning wanted to see a ghost, but Huang Yongfa did not grant her wish, so Zi Ning went to Ah Cong.

Unable to resist Zi Ning's persistent pleading, Ah Cong took her to ask Granny Mi. Zi Ning happened to see a newspaper and told her Lin Si Tong's birth date and name. As a result, Lin Si Tong was possessed and thought that even after death she would be tormented. So she transferred from Granny Mi's body to Zi Ning and went to the gas station to commit suicide by pouring oil on her. Fortunately, she was saved by Huang Yong Fa.

The newspaper said that Lin Sitong was an intern model who lived in the Chai Wan area and had a 60-year-old mother at home. Her life was not very good.

Li Xuan took out a talisman, lit it, and slapped it on Qing Zheng, saying, "Go and bring this Lin Sitong here."

Since he's here, he might as well help her settle this score...

Qing Zheng looked at the faintly visible talisman on his chest and knew that Li Xuan was afraid he would run away, so he had no choice but to say, "Five minutes."

five minutes.

Qingzheng is back, bringing with him a girl who is quite pretty and tall, definitely qualified to be a model. Her name is Lin Sitong...

Lin Sitong was wearing a tattered shirt, her skin was covered in bruises, there were marks on her face, blood was oozing from the corner of her mouth, and there were dents on her back, caused by being run over by a car.

(End of this chapter)