SWDnovel Chapter 85 Death Squads and Merits
Chapter 85 Death Squads and Merits
Chapter 85 Death Squads and Merit (Fifth Update, Please Follow)
West side of Kyoto City.
Above the gate hangs a plaque inscribed with the name of the Kyoto City God Temple, and the vermilion gate with eighty-one copper nails is open.
A steady stream of worshippers came and went. Inside the hall, the City God's golden statue had a face as purple as a purplish-red, and he wore a scarlet official robe and held a jade tablet.
On either side stood the Judge and the Impermanent One, their brows and eyes exuding a stern and murderous aura.
The golden statue, imperceptible to the common people, trembled, and a deep command rang out: "A court official with great merit has perished. Judge Wen, go there yourself."
A judge dressed in a blue official robe, slightly taller than the judge in Zhangnan County, appeared with a clear face and body.
The figure, a middle-aged man, holding a judge's pen in one hand and a book of rewards and punishments in the other, bows to the golden statue of the City God and says, "I obey your command!"
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Inside the residence of the Minister of Revenue, the guards and assassins were locked in a fierce battle with the killers, and no one was holding back.
Even though the opponent had more first-rank martial artists, they had already killed one of them with Chu De's power and were intimidated by his aura, so they were lucky if they could unleash six or seven tenths of their strength.
Soon, both sides suffered heavy casualties.
Chu Xun's gaze was gloomy; he could save her, yet he couldn't.
Because of the rescue efforts, even more people died.
He even wondered if things would have been better if Huan'er hadn't presented that national policy document.
Maybe things will get better.
Perhaps—the Jingguo Kingdom will be completely destroyed, and the people will once again be displaced by war.
Ordinary people are humble, and it is already a great fortune to be able to live a few decades of good life.
A loud shout rang in my ears: "Liang Dong, I'm going first."
"Brother Zhiyuan, please wait a moment, I'll be right there!"
Two top-ranking martial arts warriors fought desperately, exchanging blows with their opponents and striking each other's hearts.
boom-
With a loud bang, a cloud of blood mist erupted from the chests of the two men, who also coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of their internal organs.
As they fell, they looked at Tang Shijun's corpse, which was still standing in front of the door.
The murmur came from the bottom of their hearts.
"In this life, I will not fail the trust placed in me by my elders."
Both of them were once orphans, starving and naked, running around Fenggu City with their bare bottoms exposed.
They have no name, and it's even unclear how old they are.
Like rats in a sewer, they survive by scavenging other people's scraps and swill.
No one treated them like human beings. Even four- or five-year-old children pointed at them, laughing and cursing, "You're beasts! Shameless beasts who eat dog shit!"
They dared not retaliate, and when they were hit by stones, they could only cover their heads and run away.
Only after running back to a deserted place did he grab some dirt from the ground and haphazardly cover the wounds on his head, face, and body.
Feeling lost and confused, I don't know what I can do in this life.
Until one day, an arrogant man stepped down from the sedan chair.
He had his attendants drive away the children and then had someone bring him some food.
"With all four limbs intact, why are you in such a sorry state?"
"We, the men of Jing, should stand tall and upright, not live like stray dogs!"
"Once you've eaten your fill and stood up, don't keep bowing and scraping like this!"
The man turned to leave after speaking, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and asked, "Do you two have names?"
The two looked completely bewildered. They had no names, and had only been called animals, wild dogs, rats, and the like.
After a moment's thought, the man said, "From today onwards, you will be called Liang Dong and Zhiyuan."
The tone softened somewhat: "Now that you have a name, you must live an upright life."
The two looked at each other, then looked down at the steamed buns and meat in their hands.
In this lifetime, they have names.
For the first time in their lives, they were treated as human beings.
Without any hesitation, the two chased after the sedan chair.
Not for any other reason than that one day the man who gave them steamed buns and names might come in handy.
They would be willing to die for it.
For this day, they willingly consumed drugs that could dramatically increase their power but also drastically shorten their lifespan.
Watching the two first-rank assassin warriors fall, Chu De sighed softly.
It's a pity that these people wouldn't die here; otherwise, it would arouse suspicion.
Lord Tang is dead, but they, as guards and assassins, are still alive, which means they didn't do their best and also suggests that Tang Shijun's death was suspicious.
The maids and servants of the Minister's mansion had already been seen off along with their families.
Chu Xun looked at the only remaining surviving guard and released the water rope.
The guards, now free, gasped for breath.
He looked up at Chu Xun, still gripping his sword hilt tightly, but did not immediately attack. Instead, he asked in a deep voice, "What exactly do you mean by saying that you died for the country and its people?"
Chu Xun looked at him and said, "I can't tell you this. If you ask again, you'll die."
The guards did not ask any more questions, not because they were afraid of dying, but because they knew they wouldn't get any answers.
The look in her eyes as she gazed at Tang Shijun was filled with sorrow.
He suddenly swung his sword at his own neck. The person he admired most in his life was dead, and as his personal bodyguard, he could only watch helplessly.
What's the point of keeping a life like that alive?
It would be better to follow the adults like Liang Dong and Zhiyuan.
A water rope grabbed his hand, and the blade made a small cut on his neck, from which blood flowed out.
A gentle voice came from beside him: "Lord Tang dedicated his life to the country and its people, but he offended too many people. Even after his death, he will inevitably be resented."
"Your death is meaningless now. You might as well become a tomb keeper and protect Lord Tang's tomb from being vandalized by villains."
The square-faced guard stared blankly at Chu Xun, the tomb keeper.
Chu Xun did not try to persuade him further; he simply could not bear to spare one person's life.
But if the other party is determined to die, there's nothing that can be done.
Chu Xun's heart stirred, and he turned to look to the southwest.
The judge, dressed in a blue official robe, had arrived, followed by several underworld officials.
The vengeful spirits in the courtyard had already emerged from their bodies.
Wenpan glanced at it but didn't pay it any mind.
Such vengeful spirits need no his attention; the underworld officials, armed with black chains and hooks, will capture them and take them to the underworld.
Once good and evil have been verified, one can then decide whether to suffer the torment of hell or be reborn into the six realms of reincarnation.
Wenpan had only one purpose for this trip.
Even seeing Chu Xun didn't surprise them much.
Although both were civil judges, he belonged to the City God Temple in the capital city, and in terms of the rank conferred, he was even higher than the county City God.
Their strengths are also worlds apart.
Therefore, when Wenpan saw Chu Xun, he simply said, "I have come to invite the person who has performed great deeds back to the underworld."
Having said that, he faced Tang Shijun and moved the judge's pen in his hand.
"Tang Shijun, your lifespan has come to an end. You have accumulated great merit. Come with me to the underworld."
All that could be seen was a straight corpse, from which a soul surrounded by golden light detached itself.
Unlike the other souls, which were bewildered, this one was quite lucid.
Tang Shijun was not too surprised to see Chu Xun and Wen Pan, the underworld messengers.
He glanced at Liang Dong and Zhiyuan's corpses and sighed softly.
The souls of these two people had also left their bodies, but they were in a daze.
Seeing the underworld officials carrying black chains and hooks approaching the two souls, Tang Shijun cupped his hands to the judge and said, "These two have never done anything wrong in their lives, I can vouch for that."
The judge, showing some respect, nodded and instructed the underworld official, "Do not be rude, please go back."
The underworld official did not use the hook again, but instead swung the black chain to bind the two souls and drag them towards the City God Temple.
Tang Shijun then looked at Chu Xun, cupped his hands and said, "We meet again."
Chu Xun sighed, "Yes, it's a pity it's not the way I wanted."
Chu Xun looked at the judge and asked, "May I ask, how will someone as virtuous as Lord Tang be dealt with in the underworld?"
"Those who perform good deeds will naturally be reborn into a good family; this is the natural order," the judge said. "If Your Majesty the City God wishes, you may also serve in the underworld."
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