"Naranfan, are you guilty!!"

Reward and punish the hall master, and with a startled shot, Nalan Fan woke up in the chaos.

Raise your eyes and forget it, there is an oil pot, and there is a torture rack. Black and white impermanence is lined up left and right, and the bull head and horse face add fuel to the fire.

"Tear~",

A giant python drilled out of the oil pot, and was shot down by the ghost with a steel fork, from large to small, falling into the rolling sea of oil, never able to turn over.

"Let me out!!"

Naranfan struggled and roared again.

"What am I guilty of! Nalan Fan is the empress's effect, and I have a part to contribute to the stability of this country!"

Nalan Fan's righteous words were righteous.

"You set fire to the Moon Viewing Tower and killed three hundred and seventy-six. ”

"There are thirteen thousand remnant souls who follow you into the netherworld, and you, who are excessively murderous and full of evil, still do not admit your guilt?"

The hall master questioned Naranfan.

"Heh, I, Nalan Fan, saved countless people in the first half of my life, protected the peace of one party, and spent the second half of my life in style, what's wrong?"

"Save one person, kill one person, the merits and demerits are compensated, and I, Nalan Fan, will not be treated like this by you!"

"At most, I, Nalan Fan, don't want the grace of salvation, but pay for the consequences of harm!

Nalan Fan saw the hall master who interrogated him questioning his guilt, and a trace of pride flashed in the corners of his eyes,

There is no way to erase this credit!

"Killing also protects life, I, what is the crime of the Nalan clan!!"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Nalan Fan raised his eyebrows, he had already seen the dawn of escaping from the underworld, and the brilliant appearance of the world was clearly visible.

The bull had a whip in his hand, and the horse had a club in his hand.

As soon as the hall master gave the order, he was beaten on the head.

Crackling, the soul has no body, but under the special torture instrument, it brings Naranfan greater pain.

"You can't !! me like that"

Naranfan was whipped and smashed, and his soul became dim.

"I can't die, I want to return to the world, I want to continue my glory and wealth!"

A look of tenacity appeared on Nalan's face.

At any time, persistence is not a decent patent, it is very right for people, and after this to lose, it is for the sake of vulgarity.

Naranfan is pure, he just wants to return to the yang world and continue his power and glory, and for this, he can be tougher than anyone else.

"Why do you need to say more to you, call me!"

The hall master touched the sweat on his forehead,

Yin Si Chu Li, this blue-faced and fanged hall master is a native creature of the netherworld, and he is still young in the position of rewarding and punishing the hall master, and he doesn't know how to deal with the cunning people from the world.

Kill one person, save another, what's wrong?

The hall master can't handle it simply, let's fight first!

If you let such evil things go, there will never be anything wrong with punishment.

Throw down the order, let the bull head and horse face pick up the long whip and round stick, and kill fiercely,

Let Nalan Fan know that in the Yin World, he is no longer a powerhouse in the True Immortal Realm, nor is he the so-called General of Huangyu City.

Here, he is just a ghost being judged by the Division of Rewards and Punishments.

The hall master put down the shocking wood, pulled out of the hall, and left the bull head and horse face to punish the law.

Lift up the bead curtain and come to the back hall,

There is a stone hut in the back hall, and a statue is enshrined in the center.

It was An Bai who was dressed in a black and red emperor robe.

In the underworld, red and black are respected.

Light three scents of incense and bend down respectfully in prayer.

This incense is incense and a treasure of offerings,

As long as the special pillar incense is enshrined and worshiped in the morning and evening, you can get the spiritual incense and burn it in front of the image.

Pray to the Lord of the netherworld,

You will receive a response from the Lord of the Netherworld.

To offend Nalan Fan, it was the lord of the underworld who sent him to the underworld for trial, and now when he encountered a problem, the hall master sought the lord of the underworld to find the answer.

The light smoke gradually enveloped the entire secret room, and with the worship of incense, the questions of the hall master gradually reached the heavens and were known by An Bai.

At this moment, An Bai was sleeping sweetly on the bed

In the eyes hidden in the double eyelids, the scene of the secret room worship is conjured,

The hall master's question sounded in his ears, and he was sent to An Bai's heart with the incense offering.

The light flashed, and the idol in the wooden house opened and closed its eyes,

His eyes are like a god king above the nine heavens,

The hall master hurriedly lowered his head and bowed down to show respect.

Don't dare to look at it more, and look at the idol.

An Bai informed the hall master of the handling method.

After all, this is the world that evolves by itself, and it is the will of the world.

are all begging for a living under their own hands, who can disagree?

Save one person, kill one person, and the merits and demerits are offset?

An Bai's reply was simple,

No way!

The hall master returned to the Division of Rewards and Punishments. At this moment, Nalan Fan had been beaten unconscious, and he was curled up on the floor.

"You shall not do this to me......"

Extreme grievances brewed in Nalan's chest,

It's like an old wine, and the more you hide it, the richer it becomes.

This ghost of the underworld is unfair!

"Let me out! I'm working for the Empress, I've saved countless Terrans, I shouldn't be treated like this!"

"You are not just!! I am not guilty!!"

Seeing the return of the hall master,

Naranfan, who was lying on the ground injured and so weak that he didn't want to speak, struggled again to accuse the injustice.

A generation of powerhouses in the realm of true immortals, separated from the world, turned into a lonely ghost,

In the Division of Rewards and Punishments, there is no doubt with ordinary souls.

Because of An Bai's will, this trial of Naranfan was severe and fast.

"Roar!"

"I'm not convinced!"

The hall master was shocked, and Nalan Fan was shocked again.

"The person who accepts your favor may not be willing to pull you, but the person who is harmed by you will definitely remember you."

"Nalan Fan, the merits and demerits must be agreed by the people you have saved, who will pay for the lives of these tens of thousands of undead?"

The hall master saw that Nalan Fan was unconvinced, and said slowly.

His face was hideous, and a crazy look appeared on Nalan Fan's face, and his already red soul was distorted again.

In Nalan Fan's view, since it is a trial, then he has the most merits and demerits, and his life is just ordinary.

But I didn't expect this tragic ending,

In An Bai's opinion, even though Nalan Fan saved many Terran compatriots in the first half of his life,

However, saving others does not mean that the people you save are your own private property.

If that's the case, the billions of creatures saved by the An clan are not the entire Chengtian Continent as the slaves of the An clan and the property of the An clan?

has been doing evil in Huangyu City for many years, accumulating thousands of unjust souls,

This is the unpardonable sin of Naranvan,

Why should the person who is saved have to pay the price for Naranfan's murder with his own life?

The head of the hall has the will of Anbai as an endorsement, and the trial is quick and just.

Thousands of ghosts who died in vain stepped forward to accuse Naranfan of his atrocities,

"My lord! Nalan Fan compares my family to a running rabbit, shooting arrows for fun!"

"My lord, Nalan is arrogant, plundering my property, harming my life, forgetting the master's knowledge!"

One crime after another was tried, and every time one was found, it was a killing stick.

Although Nalan Fan is the soul of a true immortal and can continue to recover, after ten thousand interrogations, his soul body was also shattered and he was seriously injured and dying.

The ghosts packed up, put the pieces in the oil pot, and ignored Nalan Fan's wail, and fried and boiled.

After all, this is also the resource that keeps the netherworld running.