In a dilemma, I asked again: "Every bad guy has to pass your test, right?"
"That's natural."
"Is there any proof?"
The disdain on the old man's face turned into pride: "Master."
Ho!
This equipment is fully equipped, even the master has it.
At this time, a man with a long white beard walked out from behind. He held something like a ledger in his hands and placed it respectfully in front of me.
I picked it up casually and took a look. The detailed records on it were no less than those in a regular underworld book of life and death.
It clearly records everyone's birth and death, as well as the mistakes they made while alive.
The only rough part is that it only records the big mistakes made by one person. It won't be like the underworld, where even stealing a needle is recorded.
After roughly reading a few articles, I returned the things to the master.
Then he looked at the county magistrate: "How do you know whether this person is good or bad?"
"There is a mirror platform in the underworld, wouldn't you also have one?"
"ha."
The county magistrate shook his red bellyband and pointed to his own eyes proudly: "My eyes are used to judge people during life and to question ghosts after death. Although there is no evil mirror, I can still discern everything clearly."
I suddenly became interested: "Then look at me, am I a good person or a bad person?"
Actually, I wanted to see if he was talking nonsense.
As long as he is correct, it means he is not lying.
The county magistrate looked at me up and down: "You?"
"I have killed more than one person."
Even though I was facing a real ghost, I couldn't help but feel a little flustered when these most private things were revealed.
Indeed, I have killed several scum with these hands.
The county magistrate patted me on the shoulder: "People with blood on their hands have different eyesight, and they have a smell. Dogs have the most sensitive noses. If you don't believe me, go to the dog park tomorrow and see if the dog is afraid of you." "
"So, am I a good guy or a bad guy?"
"Good man."
The county magistrate blurted out the answer without any hesitation.
"Killing or being a good person?"
He turned his head and smoothed his goatee: "Some people kill people for selfish reasons, and some people stain their blood for the sake of all people."
"Stop asking me why. If you were a selfish person, you wouldn't be here today, let alone tell me this."
As he said that, he looked at my hand: "Zhang Ertu was the royal executioner of our era. He killed big women and sycophants. The hostility in him was already strong enough. You can suppress him." One head is enough to prove your ability."
"If you carry a sword and don't hurt anyone, you won't be a bad person."
What the county magistrate said was definitely not a compliment.
Because what he said is the belief that I have always adhered to - talk and never fight.
I was even praying for a moment. I was praying that he was a liar.
This way I can let go of my hands and kill them without any burden.
But he just told the truth.
I stared at him intently and said nothing for a long time.
Over a hundred years, the righteousness has not diminished at all. Such good officials are nothing more than guardians.
It's just that he exists in another world.
From an identity perspective, there is only one choice: I die or he dies, but from a human perspective, there should be a third answer.
"Let's not beat around the bush."
I cleared my throat and returned to the topic: "If this house is built, can you guys stop causing trouble?"
"What I mean is, the water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river."
The county magistrate glanced at me: "Are you giving in?"
"That's understandable."
"So you also admit that everything I did was right."
"Yes!"
He took a few steps forward and stood in front of me: "If that's the case, why should I give in?"
"How can there be any reason in the world for white to give way to black?"
Having said that, there is no need to go on.
Now he can still talk to me in a nice voice, but if we continue talking, he will probably make a move.
I raised my head and looked at him again: "Give me some time and let me think of a solution."
The county magistrate stared at me without saying a word for a long time before he said, "Aren't you going to take action?"
"You are not evil spirits, why should I do anything?"
"Then aren't you causing trouble for yourself?"
I was stunned for a moment, and then said bitterly, "It doesn't matter, I have encountered enough troubles in my life."
I looked down at the time and said, "The rooster is about to crow. Let's go."
Turning around, I cupped my hands towards the county magistrate and said with a smile, "I hope we won't have to fight like this next time we meet."
After that, I raised my legs and walked outside. When I turned back, all the dead souls disappeared.
If you have not experienced it yourself, it is easy to regard everything just now as an illusion.
"Master, Master!"
I was walking in front, and suddenly there was a shouting behind me.
