pain!

Unbearable severe pain!

This is Tang Qi's first feeling after he woke up. It was like a tide. It was the kind of pain that could not be avoided by any means, as if it was directly applied to his soul. The source of pain was his head, his wrists, and his feet.

While he was instinctively wailing because of pain, old, hoarse voices kept drilling into his mind like buzzing flies. This was a complicated and obscure language, but strangely, Tang Qi understood everything.

"Great Demon of Judgment, please listen to the call of the believer Old Morgan, and replace the young body for the souls of humble believers. For this reason, I would like to offer a delicious, young soul as a sacrifice. Please enjoy the great Demon of Judgment..."

The Demon of Judgment? Who?

Is this a prank? Am I drinking with my colleagues in the bar?

Did I be kidnapped?

etc?

Am I hanging on the cross?

When Tang Qi realized this, the pain seemed to be relieved, and he finally stopped wailing at this time, opened his eyes with great difficulty, and gradually expanded vision was first covered with shadows, and then gradually became clear from hazy, and then the scene was extremely terrifying, and the strange scene reflected 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 inside the bubble. The one who released this huge black bubble was a giant, with a weird scale that seemed to be bronze and covered with mottled colors.

On the bronze plates at both ends of the Libra, there is a hazy ball of light, which seems to be...human shapes?

That's right, it's human form.

Tang Qi's eyes penetrated the hazy light and saw their true forms.

At one end, there was a boy in a coma. He looked pretty, pale and thin, and seemed to be having a nightmare, with a look of horror on his face.

On the other side, there was an extremely old man, a black man with loose and black skin, but he was awake, kneeling on the bronze plate with his body hunched over, his hands in a strange position, muttering words in his mouth, as if he was praying and requesting.

And the direction of his prayer was exactly where Tang Qi was.

That's right, it's him.

Although the entire Libra was in a shaky state, constantly changing directions in the "crunching" sound, no matter how they changed, the old black man was facing Don Qi when he prayed.

"Can't that Demon of Judgment be me?"

"Buzz"

When Tang Qi realized something and exhausted his courage to look down, his mind, which was already painful, burst out, as if he was hit hard by a sledgehammer. Countless ghosts surged out, and in the wailing he finally saw his true situation clearly.

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

Just in the middle of this huge scale, any part that Tang Qi looked down at was engraved with blood-red skull textures, which seemed to be symbols and words, and a strange and terrifying aura wandered between these textures.

When Tang Qi wanted to twist his body and see more things, a violent pain surged in craziness than ever before, and the source was his head, wrists and ankles.

In another painful wail, Tang Qi saw his body clearly, and was also wrapped in a hazy layer of light, hanging on the skeleton cross, with five sharp nails piercing his head, hands, wrists, and ankles.

Tang Qi was frightened. He was not dead after being hurt like this?

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

"These two are also souls."

Tang Qi suddenly realized an extremely terrifying fact, and then his face was already frightened. At this moment, a twisted soul hanging on a cross wailing, the old black man who witnessed it seemed to think that all this was normal and prayed even more excitedly.

At the same time, Tang Qi's eyes suddenly penetrated the black bubbles and saw the scene outside: a very wide and luxurious study room, a huge bookcase, a desk made of some mahogany, a luxurious crystal chandelier on the top, and all kinds of exquisitely-looking gadgets all prove the owner's wealth and taste.

But at this moment, the place was destroyed by two "corpses" on the ground.

There was no blood, no mess, and there was no sign of fighting, but there were indeed two corpses lying side by side on the ground.

A corpse is a teenager with dark hair, beautiful facial features, pale face, thin body, dressed in a well-rounded and exotic style dress that he had never seen before.

Another one is an old black man with ordinary facial features and a gloomy temperament, wearing clothes that seem to be housekeepers or something.

Around the two, there were candles burning, with blood-like colors surrounding them. A strange pattern was drawn with white powder in the middle, and an old bronze scale was placed in the middle of their heads.

"This is……?"

“Hu~Huhu”

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

After a long time, my mouth trembled and said, "So, I drank a drink, woke up and became a devil, my soul was hung on a bullshit cross, and I got involved in a ritual that was obviously very evil. The old black man who looked like the old housekeeper seemed to be the initiator of the ceremony. He prayed to me and asked me to help him change a younger body, and even the partner had been found?"

Tang Qi used the old black man's prayer language and the scene in front of him to slowly deduce his true situation.

However, he still couldn't move and could not break free from those five nails. Once he moved, he would put himself in endless pain.

Now, Don Qi has two choices.

First, he promised the old black man to help him change his body and complete this evil ritual. Tang Qi had a sign in his mind at this moment. As long as he opened his mouth, he could swallow the soul of the young man who was in a coma on the left side of the Libra.

This is the process of completing the ritual. As long as one end of the Libra loses its soul, the other end will naturally sink, just touching a certain mechanism, allowing the soul of the old black man to enter the extremely young body below, transforming from an old black man into a pretty young man.

Tang Qi's second choice is naturally to reject the old black man. The consequence of this option is that Tang Qi doesn't know at all. What will happen after he refuses? Forget it, if you travel to a devil who doesn't know what is called, wouldn't it be even more miserable if you can't even do the devil?

“How to choose?”

While suppressing the pain, Tang Qi tried hard to swallow the non-existent saliva and moved his eyes away from which "sacrificial gift".

He is now a hungry devil, full of desire for his soul. Tang Qi could feel that he was quickly becoming weak. The five nails brought more than just pain. If he continued, Tang Qi felt that he would soon completely dissipate.

But if he promised the old black man, Tang Qi's best outcome would be to continue to be the so-called "demon of judgment", attached to this scale, being pressed at the bottom of the box, waiting for the next customer to come.

No, not only that, he also has to endure pain and torture at all times and never be able to transcend?

Can he accept such an ending?

"No, there must be a way, there is still a way."

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

The strong desire to survive made Tang Qi's mind work like never before. However, he was just an ordinary urban white-collar worker in his previous life. As a devil, he had only had a moment of time. Faced with such a dead end, how could he think of a way out in a short time?

And time passes quickly.

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

Tang Qi's twisted soul became increasingly weak. The old black man who had been praying raised his head in surprise, as if wondering why his ritual did not work. At this time, Tang Qi could see clearly that this old black man was definitely an evil existence.

The old face was full of gloomy and cruelty, and the hazy soul was filled with black silk threads, a turbid evil man.

However, it seems that the existence of the old black man is no longer important. Tang Qi's head is getting heavier and more drowsy. He even feels that he has lost the strength to swallow the sacrifice, and maybe he will dissipate in the next second.

Or, fall into a deep sleep.

At this last moment, Tang Qi suddenly had a ridiculous idea. He wanted to see if his current posture was really exactly the same as Jesus?

When this thought came out, Tang Qi's gaze suddenly turned and he actually saw his hazy soul being crucified in an awkward posture, which was really exactly the same as Jesus.

"Um?"

"This is……?"

Tang Qi suddenly froze, his eyes sluggish, as if he had seen something incredible.

Fortunately, he didn't stay stunned for too long at this moment and quickly came to his senses.

Looking at me seriously, a strange interface appeared at some point.

Name: Tang Qi.

Status: Weak.

Occupation: The Demon of Judgment

[Information Fragment 1: As the Demon of Judgment, your duty is to place the soul of the sacrificer into the target body after receiving the sacrifice.]

[Information Fragment 2: Before you make a verdict, both souls cannot leave. You can devour the sacrifice on the left, but you cannot harm him unless the sacrificer on the right takes the initiative.]

[Information Fragment 3: As the Demon of Judgment, once you leave the Soul-Changing Libra, your soul will dissipate within three seconds.]

[Information Fragment 4: If you choose not to make a judgment this time, the offering will be automatically absorbed by Libra and you will fall into a deep sleep.]

"What is this? My golden finger?"

Tang Qi, who was a senior online writer enthusiast in his previous life, was of course very clear about the standard treatment after rebirth and time travel, with a certain kind of golden finger.

Tang Qi thought that he would not have such treatment when he became a devil, but he did not expect that he would suddenly appear at this time.

"I have a chance, the only chance."

Tang Qi's eyes didn't care about other interfaces at all, and they were all condensed on the second and third information fragments.

The excitement was like a warm current that made Tang Qi's increasingly thin soul suddenly become more solid. Using the strength of this recovery, Tang Qi opened his mouth and spit out a hoarse and low voice that surprised him.

"Humiliating believer, your offerings... are not enough."
Chapter completed!