I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

The whole building looks majestic and mighty, revealing a strict and gloomy atmosphere.

Inside the main hall, the floor was covered with half black and half white floor tiles, which looked distinct; the surrounding area was empty, and along the central road stood two rows of cold-faced gods of death holding torture instruments, with a menacing aura.

In the main hall of the palace, there is a huge plaque with white characters on a black background hanging high, which reads - Hall of Right and Wrong.

The Hall of Right and Wrong is an official organization in the underworld under the command of Yama of the Ten Palaces, and its main duty is to judge right from wrong.

In other words, it is the place where dead souls receive judgment and punishment and decide where to live in the next life.

There are more than billions of creatures in the world. If only ten Yama kings come to try and judge the case in person, it will be 360 ​​five days. They can't complete the work even if they don't sleep for 24 hours a day.

Therefore, the position of judge came into being as the times require, and those who can serve as judges are called Yan Mo.

When the souls of the dead are brought to the hall by the God of Death, all judgments will be carried out by the judge alone.

And those two rows of scary-looking cold-faced gods of death are actually standing there and taking charge of the scene, and only after the judges have finished their verdicts will they drag the dead souls down and carry out various punishments for crimes according to the judgment.

Tortures such as pulling out tongues and putting oil in a pan are all handled by these guys.

At this moment, the judge sitting on the head seat of the Hall of Right and Wrong is a newly appointed Lord Yan Mo, who is also the judge who looks the least like a judge in the entire underworld—Siji Yingji.

Because Siji Yingji is petite, she looks about thirteen or fourteen years old in appearance alone, she is the kind of little girl who will definitely be classified as a "loli" no matter how she is divided.

(Note: Shikieihime Yamasanadu. Shikieihime is the real name, and Yamasanadu is the position name, which means 'King of Hell in Paradise'. So before he became the judge of Gensokyo, his name was Just Shiki Ehime.)

But just like this, Si Yingji, who looked more cute than angry with a tigerish face, was now seriously interrogating the dead souls who lined up to enter the right and wrong hall.

"Snapped!!!"

The crackling sound of the heavy gavel on the table reverberated in the empty hall, and Siji Yingji stared coldly at the dead soul brought by the ecstasy of death, and shouted:

"The monster under the hall! What is your name? Where do you live? Are there any mistakes that you want to repent and reflect on during your lifetime? Are there any great achievements worth commending?"

Originally standing with head held high and chest high, staring at Siji Yingji's dead soul disdainfully, the soul trembled in the sound of the gavel, coupled with the mighty "mighty" sound of the two rows of cold-faced death gods, immediately Nine points softer.

In addition to the effect of the gavel tree, which is essentially made of soul-suppressing wood, there are also the cold eyes of those cold-faced gods of death, full of murderous aura, which are like swords piercing this arrogant guy.

There were 14 cold-faced gods of death in two rows, and they were extremely powerful in themselves. They put on a coercive expression, "You want to leave after offending our Lord Yan Luo?"Look at how brothers don't give you one hundred and eight kinds of torture, kid, enjoy it again' look.

Faced with such a battle, if the dead souls who have been reduced to fish and meat don't quickly correct their attitudes, then what will happen next is really hard to describe.

The dead soul who knelt down and kowtowed cautiously looked up at the stern-faced Siji Yingji, and then began to tell his whole life like pouring beans.

"The little monster's name is Huanshan Spider, and he lives in Zhizhuling in the East China. When he was alive, his strength level was that of a big monster. He has been a monster king for a long time, and that's all."

Siji Yingji listened to the statement of the mountain spider, and quickly scanned the opponent's life through the mirror of pure glass in her hand, so as to check whether the mountain spider lied or concealed.

As judges, Yan Mos all have the ability to judge right from wrong, so if it wasn't for a powerful person who changed the sky and changed the fate against the sky, then nothing would be able to deceive her in front of Siji Yingji.

But when Siji Yingji saw the end, she couldn't help but frowned, staring at the dark mirror that had no effect and muttering:

"Huh? That's weird, it shouldn't be. How come there isn't a scene of death at the end?"

Chapter 118 The Doubt of Four Seasons Yingji

Siji Yingji poured mana into the Jingliuli Mirror in her hand again in disbelief, but she still could only see a dazed darkness.

No matter how the mountain spider's life is played back and forth repeatedly, the last scene will only stay in the scene of him flying up and chasing the cat demon in the direction where he is fleeing.

Then, how exactly he died cannot be seen.

This gave Shiki Yingji a ridiculous idea for a moment. Was there something wrong with the Joruri Mirror in her hand?

Because except for those powerful and capable people who can secretly invade the underworld with magical powers, the only other guys who can come to the Hall of Right and Wrong are the dead souls.

And a dead person does not have the scene of his death, which is extremely unreasonable from any angle, and even since the establishment of the underworld, such a thing has never happened a few times.

Siji Yingji raised her eyes slightly and looked at Shanzhidao. She felt that this guy was quite honest. He didn't tell any lies when he was describing himself, and her frown suddenly relaxed a little.

You know, she has seen many daring lunatics who tried to cover up their crimes in life through lies and deceit, but before the ability to 'distinguish right from wrong', they have nothing to hide.

Siji Yingji's ability may not be able to restore and deduce the true face of the whole matter like the great detective Sherlock Holmes, but as a judge, she only needs to distinguish right from wrong and enforce the law impartially.

Seeing Shiki Yingji's expression slow down, the 14 cold-faced gods of death carrying various ferocious instruments of torture immediately retracted their gaze from the mountain spider and continued to stand proudly with their heads high and acted as background sculptures.

Mountain Spider felt the mountain-like pressure on his body slowly dissipate, and he breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't become a soul now, he would probably have to wipe off the sweat quickly.

"Mountain Spider, I'm asking you. Do you remember how you died? And why did you die?"

The majestic Shiki Yingji asked aloud, and at the same time stretched out her little hand to take out the "Book of Life and Death" from the side of the desk, which records the birth, aging, illness and death of all things in the world, and started to look through it.

"Sir, the little demon remembers it. Of course he remembers it. Other things may be forgotten, but this one will definitely not be forgotten."

The mountain spider nodded quickly to answer, with a look of fear and fear on its rough face, its soul trembling uncontrollably, as if it had suffered some great terror.

"Remember? Then tell me in detail. This is related to your final sentencing and reincarnation."

Siji Yingji originally thought that even if the mirror of Jingliu Li was not displayed, there was no guarantee that the memory of the person involved would also have a problem. Although the answer she got was a bit unexpected, the result was good.

Mountain Spider, who had been warned by Shiki Yingji, naturally did not dare to make up too much, and suppressed the fear in his heart to dig out the horrific memory of death from his mind.

"It was a summer evening. I was chasing a cat demon with thousands of my brothers, and planned to have a feast in a human village I would encounter soon."

And just when Shan Zi was describing a meal with gestures like performing an opera, Shiki Yingji also found the page belonging to Shan Zi in the "Book of Life and Death".

Four Seasons Yingji scanned ten lines at a glance, and when she saw the end, her green pupils shrank suddenly, because what was written in the cause of death column was not the end of her life, but the arrival of a never-before-seen destiny.

"Then when we caught up with the cat demon, we met a man holding a baby in his arms."

"No, that's not right! That can't be a human! Instead, it's a demon from the abyss of hell! A white-haired demon!!"

When the mountain spider said this, it suddenly became emotional. The sound of roaring and screaming echoed in the right and wrong hall, and its eyes were full of panic and fear.

All the people present were very surprised. What happened next could make a super powerful monster so hysterical, almost insane.

"A white-haired evil spirit?"

Siji Yingji muttered and repeated, tapping the table with her slender fingers, waiting for the mountain spider to continue.

"The inexplicable bell rang in the air, instantly knocking out the souls of my low-level monsters."

"The snow-white feathers fell all over the sky, and the demon killed the remaining monsters one by one with one sword, and did not encounter a single enemy."

Mountain Spider clenched his fists, his face was full of grief and indignation, and he seemed to feel the incomparable despair at that time again. It was the first time since he was born that he felt weak and scared.

"Even as the Demon King, I was decapitated and died with a single sword in the end. I had no power to fight back from the beginning to the end! Massacre!! It was simply massacre!!!"

"My lord! Please make the decision for the little demon, this is tens of thousands of precious lives!!"

Four Seasons Yingji held a brush and recorded the story of the mountain spider verbatim, and ignored the complaints of the mountain spider. judgment.

After writing the verdict, Shiki Yingji straightened her expression and said to Shan Zi in a cold voice:

"The dead have no right to sue the living. This is one of the basic principles of the underworld government. After all, no matter who it is, will there be some grievances?"

"The power of the underworld personnel can only be used against the dead and those whose time has come, so it depends on when your enemies will come here to be judged."

After handing over the verdict to a cold-faced god of death, the mountain spider was quickly dragged away by the two gods of death for punishment, and Siji Yingji also ushered in her next person to be tried—a moon man.

Although Yueren felt that he would be able to get him back sooner or later with Yue Ye Jianzun covering his back, so he looked arrogant and even started to speak rudely as soon as he came in, but after being held down and cut off a few fingers He also became more honest.

Then, Shiki Yingji once again saw the same scene as not long ago, and the place about death in the Joruri Mirror was dark.

One time can be a coincidence, and two times can also be said to be a coincidence, but as the judge, Si Yingji thought carefully and immediately took it seriously.

"Although I don't know if it's white hair, but it's also a guy holding a big black sword. The first one can't remember the exact appearance, and the latter one said that the other party has a mask on his face..."

After questioning Yueren in detail, Siji Yingji felt that she had to find out the root cause of the matter herself. This is the duty of a qualified judge.

She handed over the work at hand to another Yama, holding the repentance stick in her hand and came to the Wangchuan River, and happened to meet a small boat docking.

"Onozuka Komachi! Come on a mission with me to investigate some things on the ground."

After jumping on the boat, Siji Yingji greeted the god of death who punted the boat, who was the young girl in blue and pink hair.

"A mission? Don't you need to row a boat here? I'll go! I'll go!"

Onozuka Komachi, who heard Shiki Ehime's words, almost jumped up with joy. He pushed the oar to row to the other side three times faster than before, without even asking whether there would be any danger in this trip.

And just as they were on their way to the human world, in a bamboo forest in the Eastern Kingdom, the mountain man once again killed a monster who wanted to sneak attack on him with his bare hands.

The old man of the mountain didn't even look at the monster who suddenly jumped out to seek death, and started to walk slowly along the snow-covered path, feeling the quiet atmosphere in the forest.

Suddenly, the old man of the mountain looked at the place where he had killed the monster army before, and felt a weak force of death.

"Huh? This slightly different death energy is from the underworld of this world?"

Even though the old man of the mountain was somewhat interested, curiosity was revealed in his blue pupils, and he disappeared in place in a flicker of dark fire.

On the other side, Shiki Ehime and Onozuka Komachi, who had just opened the passage to the human world, looked around the surrounding forest and confirmed that this was indeed the mountain spider's final death place.

Onozuka Komachi, who was carrying a giant scythe, looked at Shiki Eihime rummaging through the grass in the forest, feeling very puzzled and puzzled, and asked:

"Hey! Master Shiki, what is the purpose of our trip?"

Siji Yingji turned around and was about to open her mouth to answer, when she saw the old man of the mountain walking out of the rippling dark fire.

The two looked at each other, making Siji Yingji feel as if she was facing Yama in the Ten Palaces at this moment, and even made her feel out of breath even more than that.

"This person, who is this person? Black clothes and white hair, doesn't it match the description of the mountain spider? But, why does it give me a feeling that I am facing death!!"

Chapter 119 I Am Azrael

The old man of the mountain looked at Siji Yingji twice, felt a strong death energy from her body, and immediately confirmed his guess.

However, since Yan Mo does not exist in Xingyue World, although the old man of the mountain can see that the other party has a very close relationship with death, he cannot determine the specific identity of Siji Yingji.

Onozuka Komachi was a little puzzled when he saw Shiki Eihime froze in place after turning around, and turned his head slightly to look behind him, but he didn't see anything.

"Strange, what happened to Master Siji today? He doesn't look as vigorous and resolute as he used to be."

The death girl raised her left hand and scratched her head, while she carefully scanned the empty forest, muttering to herself in a low voice.

When she turned around to open her mouth to ask questions, she saw a tall, burly man with white hair and shawls appearing in front of Siji Yingji at some point, looking down at Little Yan Luo, who was only 1.4 meters tall. .

The old man of the mountain who had appeared silently behind Onozuka Komachi just now had already come close to Shiji Eihime, making the other party's little face turn pale.

Although the old man of the mountain did not release his majestic and majestic aura like a prison, as a judge of the underworld who is extremely sensitive to death, Siji Yingji felt the sudden increase in pressure.

Even so, the stubborn girl did not take a single step back because of this, but raised her small head and looked at the man on the mountain without showing any weakness, her beautiful little face was serious, and her whole body was full of righteousness .

Siji Yingji looked at the blue pupils of the old man of the mountain and felt extremely deep, like a black hole that could swallow everything in the world, from which she saw the purest death in the world.

Seeing Shiki Yingji's courageous and courageous behavior, the mountain man couldn't help but admire him. His cold face softened slightly, and he felt that the underworld, which maintained the basic operation of the world, was doing its duty.

However, even if there is a shortage of manpower, it is not enough to employ child labor, right?

Of course, the old man of the mountain also knew that the actual age of the little guy in front of him, who was not much taller than Matou Sakura, would definitely not match his appearance, but he still teased him in his heart.

"My name..."

The deep and majestic voice of the old man of the mountain was interrupted angrily by Onozuka Komachi who came back to his senses before he could say a few words.

"Shiki-sama! Back off!!"

Although Shiji Eihime is extremely powerful, this does not prevent Komachi Onozuka from fulfilling her mission and duty to protect Lord Enma anytime, anywhere as the god of death.

Seeing Siji Yingji's pale face, her petite figure trembling under the opponent's shadow, and the pitiful appearance of beads of sweat sliding down her face, Onozuka Komachi subconsciously made a move.

Onozuka Komachi took one step forward and appeared on the right side of the Yama no Ou in a trance. He swung the giant scythe horizontally and hooked it towards the opponent's waist, trying to force the Yama no Oi back.

Facing the scythe that shone with cold light, the mana of the mountain surged with magic power and formed a gauntlet on his right hand. He raised his hand and clamped the scythe between his index and middle fingers and held it firmly in mid-air.

"Tsk! When did such a difficult guy appear in the human world?"

Onozuka Komachi swung the sickle in his hand, but found that he could not shake the opponent at all with his own strength, and he was suddenly surprised.

You know, as the God of Death, she has her own advantages when fighting living creatures, let alone the opponents are undead ghosts and the like, she is simply perfect.

Realizing that he might not be the opponent, Onozuka Komachi decisively let go of his sickle, and the moment the ability was activated again, he appeared beside Shiki Eiji, and he stretched out his hand to grab Little Yanluo.

"Spatial ability? No, this kind of feeling is similar to things like being close to the sky or shrinking into an inch. It should be to manipulate the distance!"

The old man of the mountain, who hadn't seen through Onozuka Komachi's ability just now, took a closer look this time, and with his rich combat experience accumulated from Sansei III, he was able to see through the mystery immediately.

The battle took place between lightning and flint, and the two of them didn't even spend more than three seconds fighting each other. It was only when Onozuka Komachi's hand was about to touch Shiki Eihime that Yan Mo girl made the most correct reaction.

The confession stick in his hand was raised and slapped, and with a crisp sound, Onozuka Komachi squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, touched the beaten head and took a breath.

It's still a familiar technique, it's still a familiar pain, it's not the slightest difference from the past when I was lazy and was caught by Master Siji.

According to the established process, the next step is the hellish preaching time. When Xiao Yan Luo, who usually doesn't talk much, teaches people, she is even more nagging than Tang Seng.

But the familiar preaching voice did not sound, just when Onozuka Komachi subconsciously covered his ears, Shiji Yingji held the repentance stick in his hand and bowed deeply to the old man of the mountain very solemnly.