novelapdf Chapter 717 Do it yourself
Chapter 717 Do it yourself
Chapter 717 Do it yourself
Liu Dapan received the death penalty, put the document in his sleeve, looked at Gong Mengbi and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, if Wei Dapan can approve it, it means there is no problem."
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "You are not afraid, so why should I be afraid?"
Liu Dapan's spirits perked up. He crossed his arms and laughed, "Come on, let's go and discuss this."
Liu Dapan took Gong Mengbi into the cell and inserted the soul-suppressing nail into the forehead of the ghost king of Juliu tribe, waking the ghost king alive with pain. He smiled and said, "You are lucky. Your ghost concubine is going to help you reduce your sentence."
The Juliu tribe ghost king's veins were throbbing from the pain, but before he could calm down, Liu Dapan's words diverted his attention and he asked, "Commutation of sentence?"
Gong Mengbi said: "She has no attachment to the world anymore, she wants to turn herself in and help the Yue family catch the murderer."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe frowned, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it.
Gong Mengbi saw it clearly and said, "See for yourself."
He blew on the lamp in his hand, and the faint green fox fire suddenly burst out. The waves of flame surged and filled the entire cell, but there was no heat. Instead, it gave a sense of clarity as if sinking to the bottom of the water.
Be it Gong Mengbi or Liu Dapan, even the pain and disgust that pierced the bones and locked the body and suppressed the spirit all disappeared.
The ghost king of the Juliu tribe fell into a state of emptiness, half asleep and half awake, and continued to sink into the empty seabed.
Just when his mind was distracted, a golden pendant lit up in the darkness, leading him out of the water to meet the ghost queen.
The ghost concubine did not appear in the appearance of Madam Chen, but returned to her original form.
"My King." Her black skirt spread out in the water like a black lotus, her eyes filled with love and longing.
The ghost king of the Juliu tribe walked up to her, lowered his head and looked at her, sighing, "Yan Niang, don't be willful. In the Yang world, there is a clear distinction between day and night, the five elements rotate, and everything is prosperous. Why do you have to return so early?"
The Ghost Concubine's figure was much smaller than that of the Ghost King of the Juliu Tribe. She stretched out her hands to hold his face and said, "No matter how good it is, it is not mine. The more I see, the more I want to go home."
The ghost king of the Juliu tribe put his hand over hers, and then he wrapped her hand completely in his palm, and said softly: "What about the child? Don't you want it either?"
The ghost concubine withdrew her hand and said, "You miss him, but he doesn't miss you."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe frowned and asked, "Why do you say that?"
The ghost concubine said with a bit of sneer: "He only cares about the 100,000 ghost soldiers who were lost with you, that he once had the opportunity to seize the throne, and his identity as the King of Linchuan."
She raised her head, tears in her eyes, and said, "As for who you are and who I am, what does it matter?"
"Your son has grown up. If he was born in the underworld, you would have to be careful that he would overthrow your throne and take your position as the Ghost King. But he happened to be in the human world. He has ambition but no capital, and he is unwilling to settle down. He just begs me to help him. How can I help him? I am just a girl in the human world. I have no mother family and no power. I have to be careful not to be seen through by others. I can only live my life with caution."
The Ghost Concubine looked at the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe and asked, "Do you know what he said?"
She repeated the words of King Linchuan to the Ghost King of Juliu Tribe, crying as she spoke, "Selling one's mother for fame is a joke that will be passed down through the ages. It's not enough for me to give birth to him, it's not enough for me to raise him, and I have to endure such humiliation, and be implicated by him, and bear the blame for his crimes for the rest of my life?"
The ghost king of the Juliu tribe had his hair and beard all standing up, his anger was as real as substance, his eyes were cold and he shouted, "Evil creature! Evil creature!"
The ghost concubine wiped her tears and said, "I don't care, I want to come back, and I want to bring him back with me."
"We have violated the Yin Law, we should admit our guilt and be punished. You don't need to bear the responsibility, and I won't bear it for him." The ghost concubine used both hands to hold the hand of the ghost king of Juliu tribe, and said: "The punishment of Yue Mansion is difficult. Even if you are a man of iron and stone, how long can you hold on?"
The ghost king of Juliu tribe said: "I originally sent you a dream to ask you to make up for your crime and do good deeds so as to avoid punishment."
The ghost concubine said, "Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to wait until the day when your sentence is completed? I can't say that I will share the joys and sorrows with you, but I will at least accompany you for a while."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe had nothing else to say. He hesitated for a moment, but finally took off the gold pendant hanging from the Ghost Concubine's waist and placed it in her palm, saying, "This is your chance to escape."
The ghost concubine said: "I know."
The ghost king of the Juliu tribe looked at her, but she did not complain at all. She just said, "Wait for me for a few more days."
Then the entire dark world, like the deep sea, surged and turned into flames all over the sky again, and finally condensed into a tiny firefly in the bean lamp.
Liu Dapan praised: "It's really exquisite. I'm not good at this."
Gong Mengbi said: "If my dream illusion technique can be considered exquisite, then Dapan's skills can be called unparalleled."
Liu Dapan was happy in his heart, but he naturally declined.
As he spoke, his gaze finally fell on the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe.
The soul-suppressing nail on the forehead of the Ghost King of Juliu tribe was still glowing. He raised his head, then bowed deeply and said, "My Lord, Juliu tribe pleads guilty and is willing to cooperate fully. We only pray for a lighter punishment."
Liu Dapan was somewhat relieved and said, "Okay, if you are willing to cooperate, that would be great."
Coming out of the cell, Liu Dapan sighed, "These ghostly people often think that the winners are the kings and the losers are the bandits, and they will never repent. Little do they know that repentance often leaves a way out for themselves."
Gong Mengbi said: "Some people will go all the way to the end. If you ask them to repent, they will deny everything they have done. Naturally, they would rather die than repent."
Liu Dapan said: "Yes, it is troublesome to deal with these old stubborn people."
Liu Dapan stuffed the death certificate of King Linchuan into Gong Mengbi's hand and said, "Originally, I wanted to discuss how to capture him quietly. Since the Ghost King and Ghost Concubine of Juliu tribe have already made a plan, it will save us the trouble. You are in Gusu now, so you don't have to bother two masters. Please bring him back."
Gong Mengbi asked, "What about you, the great judge?"
Liu Dapan said excitedly, "I will wait for the ghost king of Juliu tribe to finish his confession and then compare it with the memories I extracted from his brain. You have to know that the memories I extracted are only what he saw from his own perspective, and they are often different from the truth. Since he repented, his confession must be different from what I saw. I will compare it more often so that I can improve my skills."
"It would be great if every sinful soul could be so easy to talk to. I'm leaving now."
Gong Mengbi watched him roll up his sleeves and go into the cell on the side. He took a look at the death certificate in his hand and couldn't help but let out a "tsk".
"How did this job become mine? I'm not a priest of Yue Mansion! Don't hurt me."
But Gong Mengbi had no choice. The death record of Prince Linchuan was of great importance and could not be transferred to others. He had to keep it in his sleeve and do it himself.
(End of this chapter)