Chapter 50: Tempest [1]

The bloody arrow turned sharply towards the archer, and in an instant, mourning was everywhere.

I saw that the wound on Yifei's body, which had been deeply inserted, was slowly healing, and the healing speed was so fast that it could be seen with the naked eye.

Of course, Ifei didn't stand stupidly and let them shoot arrows, but his figure hovered ghostly among the archers.

You Donghuang couldn't help but shudder, and the guards beside him couldn't help but be shocked, however, the enchanted Yifei would not let them go because of this, only to see her figure quickly coming towards this side, taking people's lives.

This night is destined to be a night of fighting, killing, mourning, and blood, mixed with the darkness of the night and the bitterness of the wind.

Yi Fei could clearly see that the dead spirits came out of their bodies like logs, towards a path full of light, and she faintly saw that in the gate of the road, two strange-looking people were directing everyone to go there with a stern face.

Among those undead, there are villagers, there are masters in Tsing Yi, there are archers, without exception, everyone is a wooden appearance, no one knows anyone, only knows how to walk slowly forward.

Suddenly, Yi Fei saw the figures of Aunt Zhang, they walked forward woodenly, her pupils slowly expanded, she wanted to shout, she wanted to stop this boundless and endless killing, however, the bloodthirsty frenzy burned her reason, she couldn't make a sound, only felt that in a trance, her face was sprayed with blood.

Wave after wave of offensives, a steady stream of crowd tactics.

No one heard the conversation of the strange-looking man guarding the Death Spirit.

"Bull head, why do you think there are so many ghosts all of a sudden?"

"Yes, it's all hooked back, I don't know if I will be scolded by Lord Yama. On the right-hand side, a head with a bull-headed body turned sideways to answer.

The two discussed coldly, making noises from time to time.

Suddenly, a puff of white smoke rose, and a figure appeared from the white mist, only to see him with a fierce face, holding a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other.

When the bull head saw the man, he respectfully knelt down.

"Why are there so many lonely souls and ghosts, don't you know that hell is almost full?" the man had a cold face, full of stern inquiry.

Niu Tou Ma looked at each other helplessly, "Judge, we are just acting impartially!"

The person named Judge groaned slightly, and looked at Yi Fei Dao with a fierce gaze, "Is that person creating so many souls for no reason?"

The two of them stepped forward and told the story in detail.

The judge looked at You Donghuang fiercely and said, "This person is fierce and brutal, burning, killing and plundering, doing all kinds of evil, deducting one year from his lifespan, and punishing him for a month of nightmares every night." ”

I saw that the book of life and death automatically turned to the page named You Donghuang's life, and the judge immediately waved his pen and drew the traces, only to know that he had been deducted many years of life.

Then he looked at Yi Fei Dao again, "Although this person is to save the people of the small village, but the killing is too heavy, killing some people who are not unforgivable, increasing the burden of hell, and deducting half a year from his life." ”

Then the sound fell, and the book of life and death automatically turned to the page of Ifi, and Ifi's name jumped on the paper, however, except for one name, the paper was blank.

"Huh?" the judge was surprised, and the pen in his hand did not know whereabouts.