Zisui Zhi Chen

Chapters 1 - 10

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☆ 1 King of Hell/Yama

The city of Po Suo was on fire.

The flames surged up to the sky, sparks and dust flew lightly for a mile and covered the moon in the night. The crackling sound of the beams was like the sound of human skin burning and flesh bursting, the acrid smell of kerosene mixed with the burnt smell rushed into people's noses and mouths.

Cheng Wei's stomach churned violently, and his throat heaved up and down, but he held on and didn't dare to show the slightest sign of wanting to vomit. He was afraid that if he just let out his cowardice, he would lose his life in front of the King of Hell. Fortunately, the King of Hell did not look back. His long, bony fingers were pressing down on the teacup, as if suppressing a thrilling fear.

The tea in the cup got cold in the middle of the night and no one dared to add more hot water. Cheng Wei opened his mouth and realized that he had lost his voice. His hands and feet were shaking slightly, and he finally made a sound, but it sounded like a male hiccup.

"Lord."

This trembling sound made his legs go limp with fright, and he said in an even trembling voice: "Ping.....King Ping has been executed. Why don't we stop, stop the city..." The word "stop" circled around his tongue unclearly, and disappeared in the moment the King of Hell tapped the teacup, and he knelt down with a plop.

A chuckle.

The King of Hell's dark blue uniform with a round collar and narrow sleeves was smoothed by his fingertips, which made the small part of his neck look white and cold, and also made his chuckle sound cold. He still had his back to Cheng Wei and said softly, "Master Cheng."

Cheng Wei hurriedly crawled a little closer on his knees. "How did you say Xin Zhenxiao died?"

He dared to call the King Ping by his name, even if he was beaten to death, Cheng Wei would not dare to do so. Cheng Wei's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He did not dare to respond casually, but he did not dare not respond. He could only bite the bullet and stammer: "Treason, treason is a serious crime, King Ping, went too, too easily..."

"So he died a bad death?"

Cheng Wei was sobbing that he could barely hold back his tears. He said, "No, no, no, okay, okay, it's was a good good death."

The King of Hell hissed softly, and the teacup on his fingertips was thrown onto the small table, rolling and falling to Cheng Wei's knees. He said, "It's a good death, but it's not what I expected. I only got to the outside of the city when he set the fire, and he didn't even look at the emperor's edict. I haven't even counted down yet, so this death doesn't count."

"Then, then..." Cheng Wei was sweating profusely, not knowing how to reply. This man was famous for his fickle nature in the court, and he would never dare to fool him with words. "How about this," the King of Hell said with a smile, "Master Cheng, pull him out of this fire, and we'll kill him again."

Cheng Wei's whole body was paralyzed, his face pale with fear, and he said in shock: "My lord, Prince Ping is, after all, a royal relative, if....if the emperor investigates..." The Jinyiwei /Imperial Bodyguards dragged on both sides Cheng Wei's round and fat body and strode into the fire. He was so frightened that his whole body was shaking, and he was already crying, begging hurriedly: "My lord! You are right! My lord, please forgive me, forgive me. .."