[BL, MTL] You Shu (Quick Wear)

Chapter 65: The King (1)

Youshu remembers that she died of heart failure. She should be an old man with chicken skin and white hair, but now she looks like a boy aged eighteen to nine. Nowhere to be seen. He shouted his master's name loudly, but he didn't get any response, so he had to choose a direction and walk forward.

A bright light appeared in front of it, and it was getting bigger and bigger. When you got closer, you realized that it was a door. It was made of some kind of material, and it looked very magnificent. He carefully observed the patterns on the door, and found that there were scenes such as six reincarnations, eighteen layers of hell, Huangquan Road, Wangxiang Terrace, and Naihe Bridge carved.

Is this the gate of hell? He was slightly startled, but there was no way to retreat. It was better to enter the underworld than to wander in the endless darkness. Maybe the master was waiting for him on the Naihe Bridge. Thinking of this, he immediately stretched out his hand to push, but it was hard to shake no matter what. After working for about a quarter of an hour, he was already panting from exhaustion, trying to force his mental strength and dragon energy into his palms, and pushed again. The pattern on the door seemed to have a suction force, and it started to crazily absorb the dragon energy in his palm, but automatically eliminated the spiritual power.

The dazzling purple light traveled along the lines, and the closed door was opened inch by inch. When there was only a trace of dragon energy left in Youshu's body, the door finally opened a gap that could accommodate a person to pass through. Youshu hurriedly got in, and there was a loud bang, and the door closed again. The front was still dark, but there was a shimmering road under her feet.

Youshu walked along the road for an unknown amount of time, and finally entered an empty palace. There were blue ghost lights swaying in the palace, illuminating the surroundings very eeriely. Suddenly, there was a shrill scream in front of him, which made his heart tense. He immediately fumbled into his sleeve pocket, only to find that all the talismans hidden inside were gone.

That's right, I should be a ghost now, how could I bring over the things from the Yang world. Thinking of this, he could only hide his body as much as possible to avoid being discovered. When he was about to reach the end of the dimly lit corridor, he stopped for a moment and then climbed up quickly on the reliefs on the wall, walking along the room. Beam moves in

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He moved very slowly, and it took a full quarter of an hour before he moved to a beam of the main hall and looked down.

This should be an official office. There is a table at the top with many torture sticks inserted. There are two rows of yamen servants standing on the left and right at the bottom, holding sticks in their hands. In the open space in the middle, there are several tied-up people kneeling in front of them. There are many instruments of torture. The scream just now should have been made by the man in the middle. His hands had been cut off, and a lot of blood flowed out. His head was drooping, as if he had passed out, and there were two tiger claws by his feet for some reason.

"Take it away!" A thunderous voice sounded in the hall, and Youshu realized that there was still a person sitting in the shadow behind the table, because he was wearing a pure black official robe and his face was covered with a black mask. The weird mask with red stripes almost blends with the shadow.

He leaned slightly to expose himself to the candlelight, and continued, "I will interrogate Qian Jin, the magistrate of Fengtai, and bring him up."

The two yamen servants immediately untied the rope of the man on the left and escorted him forward. The masked official took out a directory, ticked Qian Jin's name, and after confirming his identity, he began to count his crimes in detail, nothing more than oppressing the villagers, corrupting the law and so on.