In a dilemma, I asked, "The bad guys have to pass you, right?"

"That's nature."

"Is there any proof?"

The disdain on the old man's face turned into pride: "Master."

Ho!

This equipment is complete enough, even the master has it.

At this moment, a man with a long white beard walked out from behind, holding something similar to an account book in both hands, and respectfully placed it in front of me.

I picked it up and looked at it, and the details recorded on it were no less than the life and death books of the regular prefecture.

It clearly records the birth and death of each person, along with the mistakes made while alive.

The only thing that seems rough is that only one person's big mistake is recorded, not like the underworld, even stealing a needle.

After a cursory flip through a few articles, I returned the things to my master.

Then he looked at the county master: "How do you know if this person is good or bad?"

"There is a mirror platform in the underworld, you won't have it too, right?"

"Huh."

The county magistrate shook his red belly pocket, and pointed to his eyes proudly: "My eyes judge people before I die, and I ask ghosts after death. Even though there is no evil mirror, it can also be discerning."

I suddenly became interested: "Then look at me, am I a good person or a bad person?"

Actually, I wanted to see if he was talking nonsense.

As long as he can say seven or eight points correctly, it means that he is not lying.

The county magistrate looked me up and down: "You?"

"I've killed more than one."

Although I was confronted with yes ghosts, I couldn't help but feel a little panicked when these most private things were turned out.

Indeed, I have killed several scum with these hands.

The county magistrate patted me on the shoulder: "People with blood on their hands have different eyes, and there is a smell on their bodies. The nose of the dog is the most sensitive, I don't believe you can go to the dog farm tomorrow to see if the dog is afraid of you."

"So, am I a good person or a bad person?"

"Good guys."

The county magistrate almost didn't hesitate, and the answer blurted out.

"Murder or good people?"

He turned his head and stroked his goatee: "Some people kill for personal gain, and some people shed blood for the sake of all people."

"Don't ask me why, if you were a selfish person, you wouldn't be here today, and you wouldn't be talking to me about this."

As he spoke, he looked at my hand: "Zhang Ertu was the royal executioner of our time, and the people he killed were all big women and big people, and the anger on his body was heavy enough, and you can crush him, which is enough to prove your ability."

"You won't be a bad person if you don't hurt anyone with a sword."

The county master's words are definitely not a compliment.

Because, what he said is the belief that I have always adhered to - I can talk and never fight.

I was even praying for a moment just now, I prayed that he was a liar.

That way I can free myself and kill them without any burden.

But he was telling the truth.

I stared at him intently, and was silent for a long time.

Spanning a hundred years, the righteousness has not diminished at all, and this kind of good official is tantamount to a guardian.

It's just that he exists in another world.

From the point of view of identity, only I die or he dies, but from the perspective of people, there should be a third answer.

"Let's stop beating around the bush."

I cleared my throat and got back to the point: "If this is a house, can you please stop doing things?"

"I mean, the water from the well doesn't interfere with the water of the river."

The county magistrate glanced at me, "Are you giving in?"

"You can understand that."

"So you can admit that I did everything right."

"Hmm...... Yes!"

He took a few steps forward and came up to me, "If that's the case, why should I give in?"

"How can there be a reason in the world for white to give way to black?"

Having said that, there is no need to go on.

Now he can still talk to me in a good voice, and if he continues to talk, he will probably do it.

I looked up at him again, "Give me some time, let me figure it out."

The county magistrate stared at me without saying a word, and it took a long time before he spoke, "Aren't you going to do it?"

"You're not evil spirits, what am I going to do?"

"Aren't you also asking for trouble for yourself?"

I was stunned, and then a little bitter: "It doesn't matter, I've had enough troubles in my life."

I looked down at the time, "The rooster is crowing, let's go."

Turning my head, I arched my hand at the county lord and said with a smile: "I hope that the next time we meet, we won't have to meet like this."

With that, I raised my legs and walked outside, and when I turned back, all the souls disappeared in place.

If you don't experience it yourself, it's easy to think of everything you just happened as an illusion.

"Master, Master!"

I was walking in front of me, and suddenly there was a shouting behind me.