Chapter 1

pain!

Unbearable severe pain!

This is Tang Qi's first feeling after waking up. It is the kind of pain that can't be avoided by any means. It seems to act directly on his soul. The sources of pain are his head, wrists of both hands and ankles of both feet.

When he instinctively wailed because of pain, old and hoarse voices like buzzing flies kept drilling into his mind. This was a cumbersome and obscure language, but strangely, Tang Qi understood it all.

"Great ruling devil, please listen to the call of believer old Morgan and replace the young body for the soul of humble believers. Therefore, I would like to offer a delicious and young soul as a sacrifice. Please enjoy the great ruling devil..."

The devil of judgment? Who?

Is this a prank? Didn't I drink with my colleagues in the bar?

Was I kidnapped?

wait?

Have I been hung on the cross?

When Tang Qi realized this, the pain seemed to ease, and he finally stopped crying at this time and opened his eyes with great effort. The gradually expanded scope of vision was first covered with shadows, and then gradually became clear from obscurity, and then an extremely terrible and strange scene came into his eyes at this time.

In front of him was a hazy, black shadow bubble. Judging from the boundary of the bubble, Tang Qi himself was also in this bubble. Releasing this huge black bubble is a huge, strange Libra made of bronze and covered with mottled colors.

There is a hazy light on the bronze plates at both ends of the Libra. They all seem to be... Human shapes?

Yes, it's human.

Tang Qi's eyes penetrated the dim light and saw their real form.

At one end is a young man in a coma. He looks very beautiful, pale and thin. He seems to be having a nightmare. His face is full of panic.

At the other end, there was an old man, a black man with loose and dark skin, but he was awake. He was bent and kneeling on the bronze plate, his hands in a strange posture, and his mouth was talking, as if he were praying and asking.

And the direction of his prayer is exactly where Tangqi is.

Yes, it's him.

Although the whole Libra is in a shaky state and constantly changes direction in the "creak" sound, no matter how it changes, the old black man is facing Tangqi when praying.

"Is it me, the devil of judgment?"

"Buzz"

When Tang Qi realized something and exhausted his courage to look down, his already painful mind exploded, as if he had been severely beaten on his head by a sledgehammer, and countless ghosts poured out. In the wailing, he finally saw his real situation.

He was indeed bound to a cross, a very special cross.

In the middle of this huge Libra, any part Tang Qi looked down and saw was engraved with blood red skeleton textures, which seemed to be symbols and words. Strange and terrible breath wandered among these textures.

When Tang Qi wanted to twist his body and see more things, more severe pain and madness poured in than ever before. The source was his head, wrist and ankle.

In another painful wail, Tang Qi saw his body clearly. It was also wrapped in a hazy brilliance and hung on the skeleton cross. A total of five sharp nails pierced his head, hands, wrists and ankles of his feet.

Tangqi was frightened. He was hurt like this. He didn't die?

"No, no, I'm dead. I'm in a state of soul."

"These two are also souls."

Tangqi suddenly realized an extremely terrible fact, and then his face was frightened. At this moment, it could be said that it was distorted, a distorted soul wailing on the cross. The old black who saw all this seemed to think that all this was normal and prayed more excitedly.

At the same time, at this moment, Tang Qi's eyes suddenly penetrated the black bubbles and saw the outside scene: a very wide and luxurious study, a huge bookcase, a desk made of some kind of mahogany, a luxurious crystal chandelier on the top, and all kinds of exquisite gadgets, all of which proved the owner's wealth and taste.

But at the moment, it was destroyed by two "bodies" on the ground.

There was no blood, no sign of disorder or fighting, but there were two bodies lying side by side on the ground.

One body was a teenager, with black hair, beautiful facial features, pale face, thin body, well-dressed, and some exotic style clothes that he had never seen before.

Another, an old black man with ordinary facial features, with a gloomy temperament, wearing clothes like housekeeper.

Around them were burning candles with the color of blood. Strange patterns were painted with white powder in the middle, and an old bronze Libra was placed in the middle of their heads.

"Is this...?"

"Hoo Hoo"

Calm down, I must calm down, try my best to hold back and take a few deep breaths. Tang Qi forced himself to calm down.

After a long time, His mouth trembled and said: "So, I drank a drink, woke up and became a devil. My soul was also hung on a shit cross and mixed into an obviously evil ceremony. The old black man who looked like the old housekeeper seemed to be the initiator of the ceremony. He prayed to me to help him change a younger body, and even the object had been found All right? "

Tang Qi combined the old black man's prayer language and the scene in front of him, so he slowly deduced his real situation.

However, he still can't move, can't break free from the five nails, and a move will plunge him into boundless pain.

Now, Tangqi has two choices.

First, he promised the old black man to help him change his body and complete the evil ceremony. There was a sign in Tang Qi's mind that as long as he opened his mouth, he could swallow the soul of the unconscious young man on the left side of Libra.

This is the process of completing the ceremony. As long as there is no soul at one end of Libra, the other end will sink naturally. It just touches a mechanism to let the soul of the old black man enter the incomparable young body below, and change from an old black man to a beautiful young man.

Tangqi's second choice, of course, is to reject the old black. The consequence of this option is that Tangqi doesn't know what will happen after rejection? It's OK to cross into an unknown devil. It's even worse if you can't even do it.

"How to choose?"

While suppressing the pain, Tang Qi tried to swallow the nonexistent saliva and took his eyes away from the "sacrifice".

He is now a hungry devil and full of desire for his soul. Tang Qi can feel that he is rapidly becoming weak. The five nails bring more than pain. If they continue, Tang Qi feels that he will disappear completely soon.

But if you promise the old black man, Tang Qi's best end is to continue to be attached to the Libra as the so-called "devil of judgment", be pressed at the bottom of the box and wait for the next customer.

No, not only that, but he has to bear the pain all the time and never get rid of it?

Can he accept such an end?

"No, I'd rather disappear completely than become such a humble devil."

"There must be a way, there must be a way."

"Think of it, I can think of it."

Tang Qi's strong desire for survival makes his mind run unprecedentedly. However, in his previous life, he was only an ordinary urban white-collar worker, and he had only been a devil for a moment. In the face of such a dead situation, how could he come up with a way to survive in a short time.

And time is passing quickly.

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

Tangqi's twisted soul became weaker and weaker. The old black man who had been praying raised his head in amazement, as if wondering why his ceremony didn't work. At this time, Tangqi saw clearly that the old black man was definitely an evil existence.

The old face was full of gloom and ferocity, and the hazy soul was full of black silk thread, a turbid villain.

However, it doesn't seem to matter what kind of existence the old black man is. Tang Qi's head is getting heavier and heavier. He even feels that he has lost the strength to swallow the sacrifice. Maybe he will dissipate in the next second.

Or fall asleep.

At the last moment as like as two peas, Jesus was looking at his posture, which was exactly the same as that of the downer.

When this idea came as like as two peas, Tang Qi's vision suddenly turned, and he saw his own dim soul being crucified on the wrong side of the body. It was exactly like Jesus.

"Huh?"

"Is this...?"

Tangqi suddenly froze and his eyes were dull. It seemed that he saw something incredible.

Fortunately, at this moment, he was not stunned for too long and quickly returned to his mind.

I don't know when a strange interface appears in front of me.

Name: Tang Qi.

State: weak.

Profession: the devil of judgment

[information fragment 1: as the devil of judgment, your duty is to put the soul of the sacrifice into the target body after receiving the sacrifice.]

[information fragment 2: before you make a judgment, the souls of both sides cannot leave. You can devour the sacrifice on the left, but you can't hurt the sacrifice on the right unless the sacrifice on the right takes the initiative.]

[message fragment 3: as the devil of judgment, once you leave the soul changing Libra, your soul will dissipate in three seconds.]

[message fragment 4: if you choose not to decide this time, the sacrifice will be automatically absorbed by Libra, and you will fall into a deep sleep.]

"What is this? My golden finger?"

Tang Qi, as a senior online text lover in his previous life, is certainly aware of the standard treatment after general rebirth, with a certain kind of golden finger.

Tang Qi thought he didn't have this treatment when he became a devil. Unexpectedly, he suddenly appeared at this time.

"There's a chance, the only chance."

Tang Qi's eyes did not care about other interfaces at all, and all condensed on the second and third information fragments.

The excitement was like a warm current, which suddenly solidified Tang Qi's increasingly thin soul. With the strength of recovery, Tang Qi opened his mouth and spit out a hoarse and low voice that surprised him.

"Humble believer, your sacrifice... Is not enough."

Tangqi's exterior, now like a real twisted devil, wailed and roared.