Only then did Lin Jing understand why Wang Xiangyang's resentment was not saved - he had never done evil in his life, but he worked hard for half his life, and ended up with such a ridiculous and tragic ending.

If a person hates to the extreme, he will not be able to tolerate any soft feelings in his heart. Therefore, he cut off all his concerns with the world with his own hands. In the future, nothing can arouse his slight nostalgia and kindness.

Perhaps if he was still alive, in a few years, time and experience would dilute the hatred in his heart and allow him to overcome this hurdle safely, but he was already dead.

His life is gone, and he has no other gains or losses. The moment his soul is stuck under the wheel of the burial, he has fallen into a devil's obstacle.

Zhao Yunlan frowned, thinking that this matter was difficult to deal with - picking up a few fruits on the side of the road and putting them in his pocket, shouldn't it be damned? Even if he was a stolen person's wallet and was caught, it would be a crime to go to the detention center at most. He could not be shot on the spot. Obviously, it would not be fatal, right?

But because these people are greedy for small gains, they kill an honest man who is looking forward to going home for the New Year. Shouldn’t he hate him? Shouldn’t he take revenge? Who can put it on whom can eliminate his grudges and let go and reincarnate?

This seems to make sense.

So Zhao Yunlan, who is good at dancing, quickly came up with a brilliant idea. He planned to send Wang Xiangyang back to the underworld first. According to the old rules, Wang Xiangyang could seek justice in the Ten Palaces of Yama. After that, if the Kings of Hells agreed that it makes sense for him to take revenge, he would send him a pass. At that time, he would do whatever he wanted in the world. He would seek revenge whoever he wanted. It had nothing to do with the Soul-Suppressing Order. If anything happened, the responsibility would naturally be borne by the other side.

Unexpectedly, he was about to speak out this best of both worlds, but Shen Wei suddenly interrupted.

Shen Wei said slowly: "Don't ask whoever takes himself is a thief. No matter whether he takes real money or silver or a few fruits, this is nothing different. Not to mention that this incident has accidentally hurt someone's life. I think it should be the same as 'slaying money', so your revenge is reasonable."

He had already said this, but Zhao Yunlan had no time to stop it. He choked in the throat of Zhao Chu, who was used to slipping, and almost choked him to death.

As soon as Shen Wei finished speaking, Wang Xiangyang found that the power that had been vaguely bound him disappeared.

Others may not understand, but Zhao Yunlan knew it very well. Although the man appeared as Shen Wei, he was the Soul-Slaying Envoy after all. Since ancient times, there was a Soul-Slaying Knife that killed unfair things, and then there was a discussion of merits and demerits in front of the Ten Kings of Hell.

In other words, the authority of the Soul-Slaying Envoy is quite high, and the judgment he made cannot be changed even if he is the Hall of Hell. Now that Shen Wei said this in the interrogation room, it is equivalent to directly granting the "pass" to Wang Xiangyang.

"But the revenge will definitely be endless. If you let them go like this, you may also report the consequences in a few years... Or maybe they don't live long enough and will report to the aftermath of reincarnation. But you were just a mortal soul, and you were too resentful and did something like killing your wife and destroying your children. Now even if you let you take revenge, you may be imprisoned to the 18th floor of hell. This way, you will hurt your enemies ten thousand and lose yourself eight thousand. Do you have no complaints?"

Except for Zhao Yunlan, who knew the inside story, Wang Xiangyang realized that Chen Wei was different from others than anyone else. He looked at Chen Wei carefully, nodded seriously, and said simply: "No."

Chen Wei turned around and asked Zhao Yunlan hypocritically: "Look, what should I do?"

You have finished all the time and asked a question... Zhao Yunlan glared at him, then coughed lightly, but still had to cover him up. So he took out a soul-suppressing order from his pocket, slapped it on the interrogation table, and pushed it in front of Wang Xiangyang: "Wait here first, there will be a messenger to pick you up before dawn. Show him this and let him take you to Yan Luo for a pass."

Wang Xiangyang moved his lips, and after a while, he slowly leaned forward and held up the Soul-Suppressing Order with both hands.

"Finally, I would like to remind you," Zhao Yunlan said routinely, "He said right. You took the pass and did relieve your hatred for a while, but you will inevitably be punished several times afterwards. You have to think it through before taking action."

Wang Xiangyang stared at the soul-suppressing order in his hand, then shook his head: "No need to tell me this. I have killed more than a dozen people and I can't turn my head back."

Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that even deaths were dead, and there was still some reason. I thank you."

When the people present heard his words, their faces changed at the same time. Zhu Hong immediately asked, "Wait, you said you have killed more than ten people? Is it the same method? Are all the people dead?"

Wang Xiangyang: "Of course, if you die, you still have a good way to die, and you will never be able to be reborn after death."

Zhu Hong looked at Zhao Yunlan in surprise and doubt. Because the population is increasing and the environment is becoming noisy, evil spirits are causing trouble in the human world and killing people illegally. One or two people do not feel that it is normal, but once the number is large, the accumulated evil deeds are more, let alone the soul-suppressing order, even some folk schools with a little practice in the same city can feel the black air soaring into the sky.

But no, so far, if Wang Xiangyang hadn't taken the initiative to explain, none of them knew that he had already had more than ten dead souls under him - including Chen Wei!

Chen Wei immediately remembered the "Merit Pen" and asked, "Have you used some method... to correct the merits on your body?"

"Change the mistake." Wang Xiangyang admitted bluntly, "It was only then that I poisoned my wife and son. I was about to start the first prey. Someone told me that I would do a business with me."

"What business?"

"He said that I would start a killing like this unscrupulously, and soon the law enforcement officers in the world would start to alarm the world's law enforcement officers, so he sold me a talisman and said that the matter was hanging around my neck, and you would not be able to sense me, but he would take away the soul of the person I killed," Wang Xiangyang said happily, "I thought it would be useless for me to keep those things. I am already a dead person, and there is nothing to let others plot, so I agreed. As a result, he really didn't lie to me. As a result, no one cared about me - most of those people thought they had a strange disease and could not be cured in the hospital. Who knew that someone could call the police because of a bad stomach."

Zhao Yunlan asked: "Did you see what was written or drawn on the talisman?"

"See it." Wang Xiangyang said, "I wrote my name and birth date. I first wrote it in a black pen, and then I drew it with cinnabar and circled the words in red."

He said, raising his hand to pull out a small yellow paper talisman folded into an octagon from his neck: "Just this, it's OK to show you."

Chu Shuzhi took it and opened it. There was indeed a line of words with red circles inside, but before he could see clearly, the yellow paper talisman spontaneously ignited into a small ashes.

Just a quick glance, it was difficult for Chen Wei to tell who the handwriting above came from, but after listening to Wang Xiangyang's description, eight/nine are inseparable from ten, I am afraid it is a merit pen, black notes, red notes, merit, one left and one right, no matter whether you are great good and evil, or a great treason, as long as you are hooked up, everything can be written off in one stroke.

It is said that the pen of the Merit Pen is cut from the roots of a tree that grows in the underworld. The wood is extremely hard and hard to break with a steel knife, but the tree grows without branches and leaves, without flowers and fruits. For some reason, it is called the "Ancient Merit Tree". The name left since ancient times has been untestable.

But Chen Wei thought, maybe this name is to use this tree that has not been born and died to satirize the so-called good and evil merits in the three realms - to accumulate good for merit and avoid evil for retribution. Once merit is born, the original heart is dead and pure good is dead.

Zhao Yunlan asked: "What does that person look like? Where did you see it?"

This question made Wang Xiangyang stunned: "He looks... quite ordinary, strange. I can't remember it when you say it, right..."

He stopped talking and suddenly reached out and pinched his eyebrows. He seemed to feel strange: "I really don't remember where it is, but it should be near my house. My family lives in Ximei Village, twenty miles west of the city. If you want to find it, you can go there to see it."

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

Wang Xiangyang said calmly: "I should thank you. There is nothing to hide when I kill someone and take my life. There is nothing to say. If you want to know, just come and ask me."

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

Zhao Yunlan patted Lin Jing on the shoulder and whispered, "I'll tell you to come once. Let's explain the matter clearly. You will know what to do."

After saying that, he followed him out.

Chen Wei was waiting for him at the end of the corridor. Zhao Yunlan took him all the way to his office, turned back and closed the door, and then asked: "What? Do you think it is the 'that' merit pen?"

Chen Wei frowned: "I can't be completely sure, but the possibility is very high. Even if it is fake, the person who commits fake must know the Four Saints well."

"Hmm." Zhao Yunlan touched her chin.

"What's wrong?" Chen Wei asked.

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

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

Zhao Yunlan narrowed her eyes, stood at the window, looked up at the vast night, and always felt that there were eyes looking at him in the dark.

After a while, he hung up the curtains, smiled sarcastically, turned around, and became the second-hand man who "had to show off if he had the conditions, and he had to show off even if he had no conditions."

Chen Wei frowned after reading the letter.

Zhao Yunlan asked: "You have something to do?"

"I need to go there for an urgent matter." Chen Wei turned from a gentle university teacher into a soul-killing envoy wrapped in a black robe in two steps. While hurriedly walking out the window, he did not forget to instruct Zhao Yunlan, "You must not go to Ximei Village alone when he said, no matter what, wait for me to come back."

Zhao Yunlan didn't say anything.

Chen Wei looked back at him and saw the man leaning lazily against the wall, complaining half-truely: "It's really deadly. I finally let go of my mouth. I thought I could take advantage of it tonight. I was dissatisfied with desire and unsatisfied with it. I couldn't sleep alone. Oh, I must come to work with two dark circles tomorrow."

Chen Wei found that it was a mistake to tell him serious things, so he strode through his window without saying a word, flashing into a cloud of black fog, and disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Yunlan leaned against the window, took out a cigarette, and did not move, and quietly enjoyed it. As expected, Chen Wei had already walked away, then opened the drawer of the desk, filled the gun hidden under his trouser legs, tightened the short knife on his body, took out the clip containing the yellow paper talisman, cleaned up half and threw it on the table, and only took away the attack and body protection.

"Don't go?" Zhao Yunlan sneered, "Don't go is not a disappointment to others' intention to lead 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 calmly. He adjusted the navigation of the car and drove out of the city to Ximei Village.

The traffic was in good condition in the middle of the night. Zhao Yunlan took less than two hours to arrive at what Wang Xiangyang mentioned. This place is no different from other villages in the suburbs of Longcheng. It is already very quiet, and you can hear a few barking dogs occasionally.

He drove around the village and finally found a group of big locust trees that were thickly wrapped around the village at the entrance of the west.

Zhao Yunlan parked the car and walked around the big locust tree for a few times. He found a clue among these big trees. He used the same trick during the great disaster of the demon clan. He planted the locust tree in the shape of a Beidou, gathered the yin in the spoon, stretched the handle of the spoon west, and communicated with yin and yang. When the yin energy gathered to a certain extent, he could find the entrance to the array eye.

And it was a coincidence that on the mountain opposite the big locust tree, there was a wild grave.
Chapter completed!