Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1285: The Innocent Ji Dian

For these extremely evil people, mercy will only make them commit evil more unscrupulously.

Therefore, Ji Dian continued to wave the rosary in his hand, almost scaring the reincarnationist to death.

The reincarnationist was already dying, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly became firm, as if at this moment he finally understood his mistake.

"I...I was wrong. I am willing to accept the punishment, and I only ask for a chance to reform."

The voice of the reincarnationist was weak but firm, as if at this moment he had found the destination of his soul.

Ji Dian snorted coldly.

"Okay, I'll send you to hell to reform yourself!"

As soon as Ji Dian finished speaking, the last rosary bead was pulled out, and the reincarnator died suddenly.

However, his soul did not fly away, but was taken away by the underworld. If he was judged by the underworld of this world, he would probably be not guilty, because he did not commit the crime in this world.

At most, you will forget your past and become a member of the six realms of reincarnation in this world.

Of course, other reincarnations don’t know about this kind of thing. If they knew, they might not act so arrogantly and domineeringly.

While Ji Dian was teaching the reincarnationists a lesson, the reincarnationists on Yuan Batian's side dragged him away and ran away.

Ji Dian didn't chase after him either. There was no rush for Yuan Batian's matter and he could take his time.

But when he turned around, Esdeath and Chang Wei had disappeared.

"You're walking so fast."

While Ji Dian was muttering, he gently brushed his shoulders with his long hair, which was a little messy but revealed a bit of immortal style.

Although he was unwilling to have too much entanglement with Chang Wei and his group, after all, as a deity sent down to earth by heaven, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of maintaining order in the human world. Being involved with those unidentified beings, either demons or monsters, would undoubtedly tarnish his identity as a deity.

But on second thought, he couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved: You all avoid me like the plague, can't you treat me with some courtesy first?
Ji Dian shook his head helplessly, and walked lightly among the group of beggars. His eyes were accurately fixed on a figure - the ninth-generation beggar Zhu Dachang. No, according to the rules of the beggar circle, he should be called "Da Zhong Beggar", or "Da Zhong" for short.

This name sounds quite humorous, but in fact it is a kind of envy and hatred that the beggars have towards Zhu Dachang.

Dazhong was a "celebrity" among beggars, but his reputation was not glorious. He was shameless, had no ambition, and always took advantage of others' kindness to get more.

If you give him one point, he dares to ask for ten. This behavior is undoubtedly despicable in the eyes of normal people, but among the beggars, it has become his unique "philosophy of survival".

On the one hand, the beggars were shocked by his shamelessness, but on the other hand, they secretly admired his "ability", but also despised him.

"What, what are you doing..."

Being suddenly picked out of the crowd by Ji Dian, Zhu Dachang was so scared that his face turned pale and his voice trembled, as if he was waiting for the upcoming punishment.

The broken bowl in his hand shook unconsciously, and the few copper coins inside made crisp sounds. That was his only harvest that day.

"Master, I really have no money. Look, I've given you my broken bowl. If you want to beat me, can you be gentler?" Zhu Dachang said as he handed the broken bowl in his hand to Ji Dian, his eyes full of pleading and fear.

"Hehehe, you're a big shot, right? You're lucky today. Your fate is about to change."

There was a hint of mystery in Ji Dian's words, as if he had already seen Zhu Dachang's future transformation.

Regardless of Zhu Dachang's struggle and confusion, Ji Dian pulled him up and strode towards the direction of Li Mansion. In his plan, among the three people of the ninth generation, the difficulty of conquering the ninth generation villain Yuan Batian was undoubtedly the highest.

Yuan Batian was ruthless and cunning, and it was not easy to change him. Therefore, Ji Dian decided to start with Zhu Dachang, who was relatively easier to deal with, and find a breakthrough step by step.

"Beggar, what do you need most?"

Ji Dian was thinking in his mind as he walked.

His gaze passed through the bustling streets and fell on the ragged, unkempt beggars, and he had the answer in his heart.

"Money, yes, money. Although money is not everything, it can at least help them regain a little dignity and give them a chance to get rid of this begging life."

Thinking of this, Ji Dian became more determined in his plan.

He planned to first give Zhu Dachang a set of clean clothes so that he would not look so shabby, and then find a way to help him find a job so that he could support himself.

As long as Zhu Dachang's life improved a little, Ji Dian had the confidence to continue to guide him, so that he could completely get rid of his beggar status and become a new person.

All I can say is that Ji Dian, the Arhat who subdues the dragon, is too naive.

……

The Li Mansion, this once glorious mansion, now looks as if it had experienced a doomsday catastrophe, with collapsed walls, crooked beams and pillars, rubble scattered all over the ground, and the whole place is in ruins.

The sunlight shone through the broken roof, illuminating the mess on the ground in patches, adding a sense of desolation and sadness.

Ji Dian was ragged and unkempt, dragging Zhu Dachang with one hand and holding the idiot Fu Hu, who had a slightly dull look in his eyes, with the other. The three of them slowly walked into the ruins, as if they had come from another world, forming a sharp contrast with the dilapidated scene around them.

Just as the three of them stopped and looked at the tragic scene before them, they heard the hurried sound of horse hooves and the noise of a crowd in the distance. It turned out that it was Li Maochun and his wife who had returned from an outing, hurriedly returning with a group of servants.

Their faces were originally filled with joy and relaxation after the outing, but when their eyes came into contact with the scene before them, all the smiles froze instantly, replaced by disbelief and deep horror.

Li Maochun, a middle-aged man in his fifties with a dignified face, dressed in luxurious brocade robe, seemed a little out of control due to excessive shock.

His wife, Wang, was a gentle and dignified woman. Her eyes were full of worry and heartache at this moment. She held her husband's hand tightly, as if seeking a little comfort.

"Xiuyuan, my child, I heard that you were struck by lightning. Come on, let me take a look. Is there anything wrong with your body?"

There was a hint of sob in Wang's voice, and she looked anxiously at Ji Dian, her son Li Xiuyuan, the boy who was always getting into trouble but had a kind heart.

Hearing this, Ji Dian chuckled, casually lifted up his hair that was struck by lightning and looked like fireworks, and said with a bit of pride: "Mom, don't worry, it's just a little thunder. I'm a lucky son, so it's not a big deal. Look, my new hairstyle is so cool, I'll get a lot of attention when I walk on the street, do you want to try it too?"

(End of this chapter)