txolops Chapter 80 Death is Imminent
Chapter 80 Death is Imminent
Chapter 80 Death is Imminent (Seventh Update)
As underworld officials, it is their duty to collect souls and take lives, but they must also take care of those who have died unjustly.
Otherwise, they would become wandering ghosts, and if they were to cultivate, they would inevitably cause trouble.
Those who do not cultivate themselves cannot see ghosts and spirits.
Humans have their own way, ghosts have their own way, spirits, immortals, and gods should each follow their own path as the right way.
This is why the emperor bestowed titles upon the righteous gods.
The underworld official touched the black chain, and a separate chain appeared in his hand.
He casually tossed it out, and it transformed into a black iron ring that locked the convulsing soul on the ground before retracting the hook.
"If one tries to escape the underworld, one's soul will surely be scattered."
Having said that, he picked up the black chain hook and swaggered towards the Song family residence.
When he arrived, dozens of resentful spirits had already appeared there.
Each of them had a ferocious face, covered in blood, and almost turned into a vengeful ghost.
At this moment, only Song Jingmin was still alive in the courtyard.
His ferocious expression was even more terrifying than those vengeful spirits.
His face was contorted in extreme pain as he stared intently at Chu Xun, wishing he could devour him alive.
A lifetime of hard work, ten children and grandchildren, all of them were killed.
Even the daughter-in-law, granddaughter-in-law, son-in-law, and servants who came to curse were all destined to die.
Song Jingmin placed great importance on the continuation of his bloodline throughout his life, which is why he valued his sons and grandsons' marriages so much.
However, everything was ruined.
On that very day.
Right at this moment.
Without today, the Song family might have become a powerful and influential force in the future, relying on two first-rank martial artists and a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm.
Pity.
He shouldn't have gone to fight for water for Sanshi Village that day for fifteen taels of silver.
Chu Xun seemed to sense something and turned around to look.
A fleeting black shadow appeared, already close at hand.
The cold and ruthless underworld officials, who were indifferent to souls, showed no dissatisfaction when faced with Chu Xun's killing of dozens of people.
Looking at the other person's white hair and beard, and his powerful aura of cultivation, one gets the illusion of facing the City God.
Chu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he didn't know the other party's background, he didn't look human.
The only one that comes to mind is the City God of Zhangnan County.
He glanced at his status subconsciously; his divine authority was still hidden, and there was still plenty of time left.
Feeling slightly calmer, the underworld official suddenly raised his hand.
Although the voice was harsh and grating, the tone was still polite.
"The soul-reaping messengers under the command of the City God of Zhangnan County greet you, Immortal Master."
Chu Xun was slightly surprised; the other party was merely a ghost messenger, which wasn't too surprising.
But this attitude is quite interesting.
"I killed many people," Chu Xun said.
The underworld official remained bowing and said, "This is a matter of the mortal realm, not under the jurisdiction of the underworld. Once we arrive in the underworld, the City God will handle it."
Chu Xun smiled enigmatically and said, "Then your positions as true gods are far too easy."
The underworld official looked up, his slightly blurred face showing a hint of confusion: "You jest, Immortal Master. Although we underworld officials are only in charge of matters of the netherworld, it is also our duty to deal with vengeful ghosts and monsters causing trouble. How can we be relaxed?"
Chu Xun immediately realized that he had just transcended the mundane world, and if he asked a few more questions, he might expose his secret.
He looked up at the vengeful spirits and asked, "What happened to them?"
"Take him back to the underworld and hand him over to the Department of Rewards and Punishments," the underworld official said.
"If they're found to be evil people, will they really be sent to the deepest hell and reborn as animals?"
The underworld official shook his head: "Entering the eighteenth level of hell, there is no chance of reincarnation; you will probably be obliterated."
Chu Xun nodded: "It's good that they've been wiped out. These people are worse than animals. Such a great act of kindness. Thank you for your hard work."
The underworld official quickly bowed and said, "It's my duty, but there are many vengeful spirits here, so we need to ask the Night Patrol God or more underworld officials to come."
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Bound to the ground, Song Jingmin watched Chu Xun speak eloquently to "air," and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body.
What are the eighteen levels of hell?
What is erased?
Who is he talking to?
No matter how hard Song Jingmin opened his eyes, even when his eye sockets burst open and two lines of blood flowed down, he couldn't see anything.
Even the lowest-ranking underworld officials are not something ordinary people can see.
If you really want to see them, then just die.
Chu Xun lowered his head and looked at Song Jingmin, who was trembling all over.
This person finally cast aside all resentment, leaving only fear.
Chu Xun said calmly, "Don't be afraid. I've already asked for you. You won't be reborn as an animal."
Song Jingmin wanted to ask, "What about the eighteen levels of hell?"
But there was no chance to ask, and Chu De wouldn't answer.
The soil kept pressing towards Song Jingmin. The pressure within a thousand feet was unbearable even for a first-rank martial artist, let alone a second-rank one.
Song Jingmin made a frantic whimpering sound, and blood kept flowing from his seven orifices.
Amidst the sounds of bones cracking, he was forcibly crushed into a pulp.
Chu Xun then seemed to remember that there was a ghost messenger beside him, turned around and cupped his hands, saying, "Please don't take offense, I was entrusted with this task, so I was a little too heavy-handed."
The underworld official quickly bowed and said, "This is a matter of the mortal realm, not under the jurisdiction of the underworld. Besides, the immortal has his own reasons for acting."
Chu Xun stared at the underworld official for a few more moments, especially at the black chain hook.
"What level of strength is equivalent to Foundation Establishment in the Underworld?"
After thinking it over, he decided to give up his plan to try his hand at being a ghost messenger.
According to folklore, above the underworld officials and the day and night wandering gods are the civil and military judges, and only then comes the City God.
If you beat the younger one, it won't be good if the older one comes along.
"I have other things to attend to, so I'll take my leave," Chu Xun said.
The underworld officials did not stop him and let him leave.
After Chu Xun stepped through the wall and left, the underworld official glanced at the pile of flesh and said, "Fortunately, this is a person who has attained enlightenment through cultivation. He won't use such methods on us."
Emerging from the minced meat was a vengeful spirit covered in blood, its face contorted in a ferocious and extremely vicious expression.
If it's not Song Jingmin, then who is it?
The underworld official was not afraid at all. He snorted coldly, swung his black chain hook, and smashed it mercilessly into the face of Song Jingmin's vengeful spirit.
Black chains wrapped around his body, drawing out wisps of black energy.
"How dare you, a mere insignificant vengeful spirit, bare your fangs and claws before me, the messenger of the underworld!"
Having walked several hundred meters, Chu Xun, as the rain dried, turned back to look at the Song family residence.
As if sensing something in the darkness, he looked again in the direction of the City God Temple in Zhangnan County.
One after another, fleeting black shadows flew out from the City God Temple.
"So this is the underworld."
Chu Xun composed himself and stopped looking.
He lowered his head slightly, used his shrinking technique to head towards Kyoto.
Having avenged the Song family, he hadn't forgotten about Tang Shijun.
Huan'er said that someone had brought in someone of the highest rank, or even a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, to assassinate Tang Shijun.
Chu Xun and Tang Shijun were not only officials and commoners, but also had a true friendship.
In addition, the other party is Huan'er's teacher, who also bears a heavy responsibility.
From both a public and private perspective, and from both a moral and rational standpoint, we cannot sit idly by and do nothing.
When he wanted to go during the water dispute, Li Shoutian pushed him back into the courtyard.
But now, Chu Xun has the ability to leave that courtyard.
He couldn't directly remove the underworld, so he assumed his divine duties.
But worldly warriors are no match for them.
Kyoto City, the residence of the Minister of Revenue.
Tang Shijun was not asleep; he stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.
A burly guard with a long sword at his waist walked over, his square face full of concern.
"It's so late, adults should take care of their health."
Tang Shijun, with his full head of white hair, didn't look at him, but simply asked, "Did you feel it?"
The third-rank military guard looked up and saw nothing unusual except for the moon and stars.
"What do you think of what the adult has said?"
Tang Shijun chuckled and said, "My death is imminent."
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