Chapter 56 The Pen of Merit...

At this point, Lin Jing understood why Wang Xiangyang's resentment was not forgiven - he never did any evil in his life, but he worked hard for half his life, and in the end he ended up in such a ridiculous and tragic end.

If a person hates to the extreme, he can't hold any soft feelings in his heart, so he personally cut off all the concerns between himself and the world, and in the future, nothing can arouse his nostalgia and kindness.

Maybe if he is still alive, after years, time and experience will dilute the hatred in his heart and let him pass this hurdle safely, but he is already dead.

His life is gone, he has nothing else to gain, and nothing to lose. The moment his soul is forever stuck under the wheel of burial, he has already entered a demonic barrier.

Zhao Yunlan frowned, feeling that this matter was very difficult to handle—he picked up a few fruits on the side of the road and put them in his pocket, shouldn't it be damned? Even if it is someone who steals someone's wallet, if they are caught, it is at most a charge of going to the detention center. They can't be shot on the spot. Obviously, it won't be fatal, right?

But because these people are greedy for petty gains, they killed an honest man who was looking forward to going home for the New Year. Shouldn't he hate it? Shouldn't it be revenge? Who can put it on, who can laugh at the enmity and let go of reincarnation?

This also seems to make sense.

So Zhao Yunlan, who was long-sleeved and good at dancing, quickly thought of a brilliant idea. He planned to send Wang Xiangyang back to the underworld first. According to the old example, Wang Xiangyang could avenge his grievance at the Tenth Hall Yama, and after he had done it, if the kings of Yama also agreed that his revenge was justified , he will be issued a pass, and then he can do whatever he wants in the world, and whoever he wants to seek revenge will seek revenge. side bear.

Who would have guessed that he was about to speak out about this best of both worlds, when Shen Wei suddenly interjected.

Shen Wei said slowly: "It doesn't matter if the person who took it is a thief, whether it's real money or a few fruits, it doesn't make any difference. Not to mention that it also accidentally hurt other people's lives because of this incident. I feel that it is indeed the same crime as 'killing one's life', so your revenge should be justified."

His words had already been said, and Zhao Yunlan had no time to stop it, and choked in Zhao Chu's throat, which was accustomed to oil, almost choking him to death.

As soon as Shen Wei's words fell, Wang Xiangyang found that the force that had been restraining him faintly disappeared.

Others may not understand, but Zhao Yunlan is well aware that even though that person appeared as Shen Wei, he was still the deity of the Soul Slayer. On merits and demerits.

That is to say, the authority of the Soul Killer is quite high, and the judgment he made cannot be changed even by the Palace of the King of Hell. Now Shen Wei said these words in the interrogation room, which is equivalent to directly granting the "pass" to Wang Xiangyang .

"But the retribution of grievances and grievances is definitely endless. If you let them go like this, maybe if the evil consequences will be reported to them after a few years... Or maybe they will not live long enough and will report to the reincarnation. But you originally It's just a mortal soul, because of too much resentment, he went into the devil's way, and he did things like killing his wife and son. Even if you let you go to revenge now, after this incident, you may be imprisoned in hell 18. In the upper floors, you can damage the enemy 10,000 in this way, and lose 8,000 yourself, so you have no complaints?"

Except for Zhao Yunlan, who knew the inside story, Wang Xiangyang realized that Shen Wei was different from others before anyone else in the room. He carefully looked at Shen Wei, nodded sternly, and said crisply and neatly: "No ."

Shen Wei turned his head back and asked Zhao Yunlan hypocritically, "Look, what should I do next?"

You've dealt with all three, five, and two, and you asked a fart... Zhao Yunlan glared at him, then coughed lightly, and still had to open his mouth to cover it up for him, so he took out a soul-suppressing order from his pocket and photographed it. On the interrogation table, it was pushed in front of Wang Xiangyang: "Wait here first, before dawn, there will be a messenger to pick you up, show him this, and let him take you to Yama to ask for a pass."

Wang Xiangyang moved his lips, and after a while, he slowly leaned forward, holding the soul-suppressing order in both hands.

"Finally, let me remind you," Zhao Yunlan said routinely. "He's right. You got the pass and you did get rid of the hatred for a while, but you will be punished several times later. You should think about it before you start."

Wang Xiangyang stared blankly at the soul-suppressing order in his hand, and then shook his head: "There is no need to ask me, I have killed more than ten people, and I can't look back."

Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect to die, and there is still room for reason. I thank you."

When the people present heard his words, their expressions changed at the same time, and Zhu Hong immediately asked: "Wait, you said you have killed more than ten people? Did you use the same method? Are everyone dead?"

Wang Xiangyang: "Of course, if you die, you still can't die in a good way. After you die, you can't be reborn forever."

Zhu Hong gave Zhao Yunlan a suspicious look - due to the increasing population, the environment became more and more noisy, ghosts were haunting the world, killing people illegally, one or two, they didn't feel normal, but once the number became large, There are a lot of accumulated evil deeds, not to mention the soul-suppressing order, even some folk schools in the same city who have practiced a little, can also feel the black air soaring into the sky.

But no, so far, if Wang Xiangyang hadn't taken the initiative to replace him, none of them would have known that he already had more than ten dead souls - including Shen Wei!

Shen Wei immediately thought of the "Gongde Pen", and he asked, "Have you used any method... to change the merits of your body?"

"I changed it." Wang Xiangyang admitted bluntly, "At that time, I poisoned my wife and son, and was planning to attack the first prey. Someone told me that he wanted to do business with me."

"what business?"

"He said that if I started killing so recklessly, it would soon alarm the law enforcement officers in the world, so he sold me a spell and said that if you hang it around your neck, you won't be able to sense me, but the people I killed He wants to take the soul away," Wang Xiangyang said happily, "I thought about it, it's useless for me to keep those things, I'm already a dead person, and there's nothing for others to plot, so I agreed, but he really didn't lie to me, Sure enough, no one cares about me - most of those people think that they have a strange disease and can't be cured by going to the hospital, who knows that some people can actually call the police because of a bad stomach."

Zhao Yunlan asked, "Have you seen anything written or drawn on the talisman?"

"I see." Wang Xiangyang said, "I wrote my name and the eight characters of my birthday. I wrote it first with a black pen, and then I traced it again with cinnabar, and put a red circle around the words."

He said, raised his hand and took out a small huáng paper talisman folded into an octagonal shape from his neck: "That's it, just show it to you."

Chu Shuzhi took it over and opened it, and there was indeed a line of words with a red circle inside, but before he could see it clearly, the huáng paper talisman spontaneously ignited into a pool of small ashes.

It was just a quick glance. Shen Wei had a hard time judging who the handwriting was from, but according to Wang Xiangyang's description, it was probably the merit pen, the black note, the red note, one left and one right. , No matter whether you are a great good, a great evil, or a great loyalty, as long as you tick it off like this, everything can be written off.

Legend has it that the pen holder of the merit pen is cut from the root of a tree that grows in the huáng spring. The wood is extremely hard and hard to break with a steel knife, but the tree grows without branches, leaves, flowers and fruit. I don’t know why. Known as "the ancient tree of merit", the name left over from ancient times is no longer available.

But Shen Wei thought, maybe the name is just to use this unborn and dead tree to satirize the so-called good and evil merits of the Three Realms - accumulating good for merit, avoiding evil for retribution. Pure goodness is dead.

Zhao Yunlan asked, "What did that person look like and where did you see it?"

This question made Wang Xiangyang stunned for a moment: "It looks... quite ordinary, it's strange, I can't remember it when you say it, in..."

His voice stopped, suddenly reaching out and pinching his eyebrows, as if he felt strange: "I really don't remember where it is, but it should be near my house, my house lives twenty miles west of the city. Ximei Village, if you want to find it, you can go there and have a look."

Shen Wei stood up and nodded to him: "Thank you."

Wang Xiangyang said calmly: "It should be me thanking you. I have nothing to hide from killing and claiming my life. There is nothing I can't say. If you want to know anything, feel free to ask me."

Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan exchanged glances and walked out of the interrogation room first.

Zhao Yunlan patted Lin Jing on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Call yīn once, explain the matter, and they will know what to do."

After he finished speaking, he followed.

Shen Wei waited for him at the end of the corridor, Zhao Yunlan took him all the way to his office, and closed the door, then asked, "What? Do you think it's the 'that' merit pen?"

Shen Wei frowned: "I'm not completely sure, but it's very likely. Even if it's fake, the faker must know the Four Sages very well."

"Hmm." Zhao Yunlan touched his chin.

"What's wrong?" Shen Wei asked.

Zhao Yunlan was about to speak when suddenly, the shadow of a puppet skeleton flashed from the window outside Zhao Yunlan's office. Zhao Yunlan walked over to open the window and put the puppet in.

The puppet first lowered his skull, bent over to Zhao Yunlan in a weird posture, then walked to Shen Wei's side, turned into a piece of letter paper, and fell into Shen Wei's hands.

Zhao Yunlan squinted, stood at the window, looked up at the dim night, and always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him.

After a while, he hung up the curtains, smiled sarcastically, turned around, and became the second-hand guy who "has the conditions to act as a bī, and if there are no conditions to create the conditions, he also has to act as a bī".

Just as Shen Wei finished reading the letter, he frowned.

Zhao Yunlan asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's urgent, I have to go." Shen Wei transformed from a gentle and elegant university teacher into a soul slayer wrapped in a black robe in two steps. He hurriedly walked out the window without forgetting He instructed Zhao Yunlan, "He said you must not go to Ximei Village alone, no matter what, wait for me to come back."

Zhao Yunlan didn't answer.

Shen Wei glanced back at him, and saw the man leaning against the wall lazily, complaining half-truths: "It's really terrible, the adults finally let go, I thought I would be able to take advantage of it tonight. , Dissatisfaction with desire, coupled with sleepless sleep, alas, I must come to work tomorrow with two dark circles under my eyes."

Shen Wei realized that it was a mistake to tell him serious business, so he strode through his window without saying a word, dodged into a cloud of black mist, and disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Yunlan leaned against the window, took out a cigarette, didn't move, and finished it quietly. Guessing that Shen Wei had already left, he opened the drawer of the desk and filled the gun hidden under his trousers. Ammunition, tightened the short knife on his body again, took out the clip containing the huáng paper talisman, cleaned half of it and threw it on the table, and only took away the ones related to attack and protection.

"Don't go?" Zhao Yunlan sneered, "Don't you live up to the intention of others to lure you away?"

Afterwards, Zhao Yunlan put on his coat and carried his handbag. He greeted his colleagues as if he was getting off work normally, and walked out without haste. He adjusted the navigation on the car and drove out of the city to Ximei Village. go.

In the middle of the night, the traffic was in good condition. It took Zhao Yunlan less than two hours to arrive at Ximei Village, which Wang Xiangyang said. This place is no different from other villages in the suburbs of Longcheng. Call.

He drove the car around the village and finally found a group of large locust trees at the west entrance of the village.

Zhao Yunlan parked the car and got off, walked around the big locust tree a few times, and found a clue among these big trees-the same trick was used during the calamity of the demon clan, planting the locust tree in the shape of the Big Dipper, Gather yīn in the spoon, extend the handle of the spoon to the west, communicate with yīn yang in a righteous way, and gather yīn qi to a certain extent, you can find the entrance to the array eye.

And by coincidence, the mountain opposite the big locust tree just happened to be a wild grave.

The hillsides are barren and cold, and graves are everywhere.