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Master's human soul

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    "Did you go crazy?" The guard slowly repeated his words, and then snorted, "A cultivator?"

    "Um."

    "Cultivators came here at a young age, you are really wronged."

    The guards were not smiling, and many people in the mortal intermediary had no roots of wisdom and could not form good karma. When they mocked the Taoist priests, they always meant that the grapes were sour.

    "I see you, the soul is not right, not pure."

    The master of guilt cast a spell on Mo Ran, allowing him to hide the breath of a living person and to be in touch with the soul, so the guards could not see through him, but it was always somewhat uncomfortable, so Shi Shiran sat down again and raised his legs  , and took out a black ruler from the drawer.

    "The sinful ruler." He said triumphantly. Although he didn't know what he was so proud of, the ruler didn't belong to him, but the smaller the official, the more he liked to show off. The guard slapped the ruler on the table and rolled his eyes.  Staring at Mo Ran, "Stretch out your hand, and let me test the merits of your Yangshi."

    Mo Ran: ""

    The merits and virtues of his mortal life?

    Would it be possible to turn him directly to God Yan Luo and crush him into pieces?

    But in full view, he had nowhere to escape, so he sighed, holding the soul lamp in one hand, and stretched it out with the other.

    The guard pressed the ruler to his veins, and almost as soon as it touched it, the criminal ruler screamed, and blood gushed out from the black ruler, accompanied by the wailing of thousands of people.

    "I can't die with peace"

    "Mo Weiyu, you must die!!"

    "Father! Mother!! Why are you, you dog!! Why!!!"

    "Don't kill me Please, don't kill me¡ª"

    Mo Ran pulled his hand back suddenly, and his face was as pale as paper in an instant.

    All the ghosts in that circle were looking at him, the guard's eyes were particularly obscure, he stared at Mo Ran like a tiger and wolf, and after a while, he looked down at the ruler again.

    The red light on the ruler disappeared, and the blood seemed to be an illusion just now, and I don¡¯t know where it flowed. The table was clean, only a line of words gradually emerged from the body of the ruler¡ª¡ª

    There is no pardon for the crime, escort the first

    What level of hell?

    Because Mo Ran didn't wait for Zhang Zui to finish the measurement before he stopped, and he didn't finish writing it.

    The guard grabbed his arm fiercely, and stared at him extremely viciously, like a hunter who had been bored for a long time and finally caught a rare bird.  His nostrils flickered, his eyes shone strangely, and most of his intestines almost came out, but this time he didn't even bother to stuff them back.

    "Don't move, you give me another test."

    He is impatient and greedy, almost already asking for credit from Yan Luo.

    His ghost claws grabbed Mo Ran's wrist deeply, pulled him over forcibly, and poked the criminal ruler fiercely into the opponent's flesh like crazy.

    If he can catch a ghost who can go down to the eighteenth level of hell, it will be a great contribution. He can at least rise to the third level by sitting on the ground, and he will no longer have to write down every lonely strand at the gate of this city every day.  The exchange of souls.

    "Test! Test well!"

    The ruler is on again.

    Still bleeding, crying all over the sky.

    The people Mo Ran killed and the sins he committed seemed to be squeezed into this narrow black ruler, and the soaring resentment almost broke the ruler.

    "I really hate"

    "Mo Weiyu, I will never let you go"

    Mo Ran's face became more and more ugly, he lowered his eyes, his lips were tightly pressed, and he didn't know what color was in his eyes.

    "You have no conscience!! You turned the world into a purgatory!"

    "I'm a ghost and I won't let you go!"

    "Ahhh¡ª¡ª!"

    Weeping, howling, cursing, and resenting.

    Suddenly, among so many voices, a faint sigh was heard.

    "I'm sorry, Mo Ran, it's Master's fault"

    Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly, with sadness in his eyes.

    He heard the voice of Chu Wanning in his previous life again, so soft and sad, but it pierced into his skull like a sharp knife, almost splitting his soul.

    Those voices gradually weakened, and Zhang Zuichi returned to calm.

    The small print on the line above reappears:

    There is no pardon for the crime, and he will be escorted to the

    Mo Ran didn't take his hand away in advance this time, but this line of writing is still not finished!

    The guard was taken aback, then patted the black ruler: "broken?"

    QiAt the gate of the township, I was still unwilling and lingered.

    But going forward, they are all old ghosts who have recovered their souls and accepted their fate.

    They are much calmer and calmer. They have their own livelihoods and spend their days poorly, waiting for the long time to be judged.

    When you get to the third street, you can see the bustling city, which is not inferior to the world of mortals.

    In the end, they are all ghosts with unbroken bones and mortal wombs. If Meng Po soup hasn't been drunk, there is still no distinction between humans and ghosts.  She worked in Liyuan before she was alive, and she still performed juggling on the street, and she was an embroiderer while she was alive, and she was weaving clothes by tearing up the clouds of hell after her death.  Butchers don't dare to kill anymore, but they can always make a living by sharpening knives and choking scissors.

    The sound of selling and applauding, one after another, bustling.

    Mo Ran walked up to a ghost selling calligraphy and painting. The ghost probably didn't sell a single painting before he was alive, and he starved to death, so his face was yellow and thin, his cheekbones were raised, and his ribs were sunken.

    Seeing someone sitting in front of his booth, the thin scholar raised his dizzy eyes, but his expression was eager: "My lord, do you want to buy a painting?"

    "I want you to draw a portrait of me."

    The scholar seemed to be a little regretful: "Compared with mountains and rivers, figures always lack artistic conception. Look at this picture of Mount Tai's smoke and clouds"

    Mo Ran said: "I don't like landscape painting, so I'll ask you to draw someone for me."

    "Don't like mountains and rivers?" The scholar glanced at him, not very happy, "The benevolent enjoys the mountains, the wise enjoys the water, young master, you should cultivate your sentiments and smell more scents. My painting of Mount Tai's smoke and clouds was originally  I¡¯m reluctant to sell it, but since you came to my booth to ask, it¡¯s not because you don¡¯t have any wisdom roots, so I¡¯ll make it cheaper for you¡ª¡±

    "I want to draw a person."

    Scholar: ""

    The two looked at each other, and the scholar was no match for him, he was persuaded after a while, but after he was persuaded, he was quite angry, and there seemed to be some angry blood on the face of the dead ghost.

    "I don't draw people. If I want to draw, it will cost ten times the price."

    Mo Ran said: "The ghost world also needs money?"

    "Family and friends, there is always some paper money." The scholar said coldly, "Money can make ghosts turn the millstone. Although I don't like the smell of copper, a gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. You  You are not relatives or friends with me, and you have no knowledge of Boya's childhood, why should I suffer for you for no reason?"

    He talked a lot, but Mo Ran, who didn't read much, frowned immediately and said: "I just came, and no one has burnt money for me yet."

    The scholar said: "If you have no money, don't sell it."

    Mo Ran thought for a moment, thought of an idea, and pointed to the picture of Mount Tai's mist and cloud: "Okay, if you don't sell it, you won't sell it. But I have nothing to do, can you tell me about this landscape painting?"

    The scholar was taken aback for a moment, then turned his anger into joy: "You want to hear this?"

    Mo Ran nodded: "Listen to your knowledge, don't you need to pay?"

    "No need." The scholar is very proud, with a ridiculous and pitiful brilliance on his face, "If you don't talk about money in learning, it will be dirty. You should not be so vulgar about scholars."

    Mo Ran nodded again, thinking, he knew why the little bookworm starved to death.  Although he thought it was funny, he couldn't bear it in his heart. It's a pity that he was too shy, otherwise he really wanted to give him some silver taels.

    The scholar excitedly took the framed painting from the shelf, put it in a posture, cleared the ghost throat that didn't need to be cleared, and said nervously and proudly: "Then I will start."

    Seeing that the little bookworm took the bait, Mo Ran smiled and said: "Ask for advice." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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