Suffering!

Unbearable intense pain!

This was the first feeling Tang Qi felt after he came to his senses, like a tidal wave, the kind of pain that could not be avoided by any means, as if it was directly acting on his soul, and the source of pain was his head, as well as the wrists of his hands, and the ankles of his feet.

As he instinctively wailed in pain, old, hoarse voices kept burrowing into his head like buzzing flies, a cumbersome and obscure language, but strangely enough, Tang Qi understood it all.

"O great demon of judgment, please listen to the call of the believer old Morgan to change the young body for the soul of the lowly disciple, for this I would like to offer a delicious, young soul as a sacrifice, please the great demon of judgment to the fullest......"

Who is the Demon of Judgment?

Isn't this a prank? Am I not drinking at a bar?

Am I being kidnapped?

Wait a minute?

Am I being hung on a cross?

When Tang Qi realized this, the pain seemed to lessen, and he finally stopped wailing at this time, and opened his eyes with great effort, and the gradually expanding range of vision was first covered with shadows, and then from hazy, gradually became clear, and then an extremely terrifying and strange scene came into his eyes at this time.

In front of his eyes was a hazy, black shadow bubble, and judging from the boundary of the bubble's extension, Tang Qi himself was in this bubble. The release of this huge black bubble is a large, eerie scale that appears to be made of bronze and covered with mottled colors.

On the bronze plates at each end of the scale, there was a hazy glow on each side, and they all seemed to be ...... Doll?

That's right, it's humanoid.

Tang Qi's gaze pierced through the hazy light and saw their true forms.

At one end was a teenager in a coma, with a delicate appearance, pale, thin body, as if he was having a nightmare, with a frightened expression on his face.

At the other end was an old man, a black man, with loose and dark skin, but he was awake, kneeling on a bronze plate, his hands in a strange position, and his mouth was full of words, as if he were praying, pleading.

And the direction of his prayer is exactly where Don Qi is.

That's right, it's him.

Although the whole scale was in a shaky state, constantly changing direction in the sound of "crunching", no matter how it changed, the old black man prayed facing Tangqi.

"Could it be that the Demon of Judgment is me?"

"Buzz"

When Tang Qi realized something and exhausted his courage to look down, his already painful mind exploded, as if he had been hit on the head by a sledgehammer, and countless ghosts poured out, and in the wail, he finally saw his true situation clearly.

He was indeed tied to a cross, a very special cross.

In the middle of this huge scale, any part that Tang Qi looked down at was engraved with blood-red skull textures, which seemed to be symbols, seemed to be words, and a strange and terrifying aura wandered between these textures.

When Tang Qi tried to twist his body and see something more, the pain was more intense than ever, and the source was his head, wrists, and ankles.

In another wail of pain, Tang Qi saw his body clearly, also wrapped in a hazy light, hanging from the skull cross, a total of five sharp nails, piercing his head, his wrists, and the ankles of his feet.

Tang Qi was horrified, he was hurt like this, he didn't die?

"No, no, I'm dead, I'm in a soul state now. ”

"These two, too, are souls. ”

Tang Qi suddenly realized an extremely terrible fact, and then the look of horror on his face could be said to be distorted at this moment, a twisted soul wailing on a cross, the old black man who witnessed all this seemed to think that all this was normal, and prayed even more excitedly.

At the same time, Tang Qi's gaze suddenly penetrated the black bubble and saw the scene of the outside world: a study that looked spacious and luxurious, a huge bookcase, a desk made of some kind of mahogany, a luxurious crystal chandelier on the top, and all kinds of exquisite-looking gadgets, all of which proved the owner's wealth and taste.

But at the moment, the place was destroyed by two "corpses" on the ground.

There was no blood, no signs of messy fighting, but there were two bodies lying side by side on the ground.

One of the corpses was a teenager, with black hair, delicate features, a pale face, a thin body, well-dressed, and wearing some kind of exotic style of clothing that had never been seen before.

The other, an old black man, with ordinary features and a gloomy temperament, was dressed in what seemed to be a butler or something.

The two of them were surrounded by burning candles with the color of blood, with a strange pattern drawn with white powder in the middle, and in the middle of their heads, an old bronze scale was placed.

"...... this?"

"Huhu~Huhu"

Calm down, I must calm down, desperately hold back, take a few deep breaths, Tang Qi forced himself to calm down.

After a long time, his mouth trembled: "So, I drank a drink, woke up and became a devil, and my soul was hung on a bullshit cross, and mixed into an obviously very evil ritual, and the old black man who seemed to be the old butler seemed to be the initiator of this ritual, and he prayed to me that I would help him change into a younger body, and even the object had been found?"

Tang Qi combined the prayer language of the old black man and the scene in front of him, and slowly reasoned out his true situation.

However, he still couldn't move, he couldn't break free from the five nails, and if he moved, he would fall into boundless pain.

Now, Don Qi has two options.

One is to promise the old black man to help him change his body and complete this evil ritual, Tang Qi has an omen in his mind at this moment, as long as he opens his mouth, he can devour the soul of the young man who is in a coma on the left side of the scale.

This is the process of completing the ritual, as long as one end of the scale is devoid of the soul, the other end will naturally sink, just touching some kind of mechanism, allowing the soul of the old black man to enter the incomparably young body below, from an old black man, to a delicate young man.

And Tang Qi's second choice is naturally to reject the old black man, and the consequence of this option is that Tang Qi has no idea what will happen after refusing? Forget about crossing into a devil who doesn't know what to say, if even the devil can't do it, wouldn't it be even worse.

"How to choose?"

Tang Qi suppressed the pain while struggling to swallow the saliva that did not exist, and looked away from the "sacrifice".

He is now a hungry devil, full of longing for the soul, Tang Qi can feel it, he is rapidly becoming weak, those five nails bring more than just pain, if he continues, Tang Qi feels that he will soon be completely dissipated.

But if the old black man is promised, the best fate for Donkey is to continue to be the so-called "demon of judgment", attached to this scale, pressed to the bottom of the box, waiting for the next customer to come.

No, not only that, but he also has to endure pain and torture all the time, and he will never be able to transcend it?

Can he accept such an end?

"No, I'd rather dissipate completely than become such a lowly devil. ”

"There must be a way, there must be a way. ”

"Think it out, I can think it out. ”

The strong desire to survive made Tang Qi's mind run like never before, but he was just an ordinary urban white-collar worker in his previous life, and he had only been a devil for a moment, so how could he come up with a way to survive in a short period of time in the face of such a dead end.

And time is passing fast.

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

Tang Qi's twisted soul became weaker and weaker, and the old black man who had been praying raised his head in some shock, as if wondering why his ritual did not work, at this time Tang Qi saw very clearly that this old black man was definitely an evil existence.

That old face was full of gloom and ferocity, and the hazy soul was full of black silk threads, a muddy wicked man.

But it didn't seem to matter what kind of existence the old black man was, Tang Qi's head was getting heavier and heavier, more and more drowsy, and he even felt that he had lost the strength to devour that sacrifice, maybe he would dissipate in the next second.

Or, fall into a deep sleep.

At this last moment, Tang Qi suddenly had a ridiculous thought, he wanted to see if his current posture was really exactly the same as Jesus.

When this thought came out, Tang Qi's eyes suddenly turned to see his hazy soul crucified in an awkward position, really exactly like Jesus.

"Huh?"

"...... this?"

Tang Qi suddenly froze, his eyes glazed, as if he had seen something incredible.

Fortunately, at this moment, he didn't stay stunned for too long, and quickly came back to his senses.

Looking seriously at the strange interface that appeared in front of him, I don't know when.

Name: Tang Qi.

Condition: Weak.

Class: Demon of Judgment

[Fragment 1: As the Demon of Judgment, your duty is to collect the sacrifice and place the soul of the sacrificer into the target body. 】

[Fragment 2: Before you make a decision, the souls of both sides cannot leave, and you can devour the sacrifice on the left, but you cannot harm him unless the sacrificer on the right takes the initiative.] 】

[Fragment 3: As the Demon of Judgment, once you leave the Soul Exchange Libra, your soul will dissipate within three seconds.] 】

[Fragment 4: If you choose not to rule this time, the sacrifice will be automatically absorbed by Libra, and you will fall into a deep sleep. 】

"What is this? My golden finger?"

Tang Qi, who was a senior online lover in his previous life, is of course very clear about the standard treatment after the general rebirth crossing, with a certain kind of golden finger.

Tang Qi thought that he didn't have this treatment when he became a devil, but he didn't expect to suddenly appear at this time.

"There's a chance, the only chance. ”

Tang Qi's gaze didn't care about the other interfaces at all, and was all condensed on the second and third fragments of information.

The excitement was like a warm current, which made Tang Qi's increasingly thin soul suddenly become a little more solid, and with this little strength recovered, Tang Qi opened his mouth and spit out a hoarse, low voice that surprised him.

"Humble believers, your sacrifice...... It's not enough. ”

Tang Qi's appearance, like a real twisted devil at this moment, wailed and roared.