Lord of the Witches

pain!

Unbearable severe pain!

This was Tang Qi's first feeling after waking up. It was the kind of pain that could not be avoided by any means. It seemed to directly affect his soul. The source of the pain was his head, And the wrists of both hands, the ankles of both feet.

When he was howling instinctively because of pain, one after another old, hoarse voices, like buzzing flies, kept drilling into his mind. This is a cumbersome and obscure language, but it is strange What's more, Tang Qi understood everything.

"Great demon of judgment, please listen to the call of old Morgan, the believer, and replace the soul of the humble believer with a young body. For this, I would like to offer a delicious, young soul as a sacrifice. Enjoy..."

The Demon of Judgment? who?

This is a prank? Didn't I drink with my colleagues at the bar?

Am I being kidnapped?

etc?

Am I being hanged on a cross?

When Tang Qi realized this, the pain seemed to ease a bit, and he finally stopped howling at this time, and opened his eyes with great effort. It gradually became clear, and then an extremely terrifying and strange scene came into his eyes at this time.

In front of his eyes was a hazy, black shadow bubble. Judging from the extended boundary of the bubble, Tang Qi himself was also inside this bubble. And what released this huge black bubble was a huge, strange scale that seemed to be made of bronze and covered with mottled colors.

On the bronze discs at both ends of the scale, there is a hazy light, and they seem to be... humanoid?

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

At one end was a young man in a coma. His appearance was very handsome, his face was pale, and his figure was thin. He seemed to be having a nightmare, with a frightened expression on his face.

At the other end, there was an extremely old man, a black man, with flabby and jet-black skin, but he was awake, kneeling on a bronze plate with a hunched body, his hands in a strange posture, chanting words, as if I'm praying, I'm asking.

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

That's right, it's him.

Although the entire scale was in a shaky state, constantly changing direction amidst the sound of "creaking", no matter how it changed, the old black man always faced Tang Qi when he prayed.

"Could it be that the demon of judgment is me?"

The moment Tang Qi realized something and exhausted his courage to look down, his already painful mind slammed, as if he had been hit hard on the head by a sledgehammer, and countless ghosts came out, howling He finally saw clearly his real situation.

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

Just in the middle of this huge scale, wherever Tang Qi looked down, there were blood-red skull textures engraved, which seemed to be symbols or words, and a strange and terrifying aura wandered between these textures.

When Tang Qi wanted to turn his body around and see more things, more severe pain than ever before came frantically, and the source was still his head, wrist and ankle.

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

Tang Qi was terrified. He was hurt like this, but he didn't die?

"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 the frightened expression on his face could be said to be distorted at this moment, a distorted soul hanging on a cross and howling, the old black man who witnessed all this seemed to think that this Everything is normal, I prayed more excitedly.

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

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

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

One of the corpses was a boy with black hair, handsome features, pale face, thin body, well-dressed, and wearing some kind of exotic clothes that he had never seen before.

The other one was an old black man with ordinary features and a gloomy aura, wearing what seemed to be a butler's attire.

Surrounding the two of them were burning candles with the color of blood, with strange patterns drawn in the middle with white powder, and an old bronze scale was placed in the middle of their heads .

"This is……?"

Calm down, I must calm down, I tried my best not to move, took a few deep breaths, Tang Qi forced himself to calm down.

After a long time, I trembled in my mouth and said: "So, I drank a drink, woke up and became a devil through time travel, and my soul was hung on a bullshit cross, and mixed with an obviously very In the evil ceremony, the old black man who looks like the old housekeeper seems to be the initiator of this ceremony, he prayed to me, let me help him replace a younger body, and even found the partner?"

Combining the old black man's prayer language and the scene in front of him, Tang Qi slowly reasoned out his real situation.

However, he still couldn't move, he couldn't break free from the five nails, and if he moved, he would plunge himself into endless pain.

Now, Tang Qi has two choices.

One is to promise the old black man to change his body and complete this evil ceremony. At this moment, Tang Qi has a premonition in his mind. As long as he opens his mouth, he will be able to release the soul of the young man who is in a coma on the left side of the scale. devour.

This is the process of completing the ceremony. As long as one end of the scale loses its soul, the other end will sink naturally, 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 A young man with a bright future.

And Tang Qi's second choice is naturally to reject the old black man. The consequence of this option is that Tang Qi has no idea what will happen after he refuses? It's fine to transmigrate into a devil who doesn't know the so-called, wouldn't it be even worse if even the devil can't do it.

"How to choose?"

While suppressing the pain, Tang Qi struggled to swallow the non-existent saliva, and looked away from the "sacrifice".

He is now a hungry devil, full of longing for the soul, Tang Qi can feel that he is rapidly becoming weak, the five nails bring more than just pain, if it continues, Tang Qi feels that he will soon be completely dissipated.

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

No, it's not just that, he also has to suffer pain and torture all the time, never to be detached?

Can he accept such an end?

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

"Think it out, I can figure 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, and he only had a short time as a devil. Facing such a dead situation, how could he think of a way out in a short time.

And time is passing fast.

one second!

two seconds!

Three seconds!

Tang Qi's distorted soul became weaker and weaker. The old black man who had been praying raised his head in astonishment, as if wondering why his ritual didn't work. At this moment, Tang Qi could see clearly that this old black man was definitely an evil The presence.

That old face was full of gloom and ferocity, and the hazy soul was full of black threads, a muddy 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, and he is getting more and more drowsy. He even feels that he has lost the strength to swallow the sacrifice. dissipate.

Or, fall into a deep sleep.

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

When this idea came out, Tang Qi's eyes suddenly turned, and he actually saw his hazy soul crucified in an awkward posture, which was exactly like Jesus.

"Um?"

"This is……?"

Tang Qi suddenly froze and his eyes were dull, as if he saw something incredible.

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

Seriously looking in front of him, a weird interface appeared at some point.

Name: Tang Qi.

Status: Debilitated.

Occupation: Judgment Demon

[Information fragment 1: As the demon of judgment, your duty is to put the soul of the sacrificer into the target body after collecting the sacrifice. 】

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

[Information Fragment 3: As the demon of judgment, once you leave the soul-changing scale, your soul will dissipate within three seconds. 】

[Information fragment 4: If you choose not to judge this time, the sacrifice will be automatically absorbed by the scale, and you will also fall into a deep sleep. 】

"What is this? My golden finger?"

Tang Qi, who was a senior web lover in his previous life, is of course very clear about the standard treatment after rebirth and time travel, which comes with a certain kind of golden finger.

Tang Qi thought that he didn't have this treatment when he became a devil, but he didn't expect to appear suddenly at this time.

"There is a chance, the only chance."

Tang Qi's gaze didn't care about other interfaces at all, and was all focused on the second and third information fragments.

The excitement was like a warm current, which made Tang Qi's thinner and weaker soul suddenly solidify a little bit. With the recovery of a little strength, Tang Qi opened his mouth and spit out a hoarse, deep voice that surprised even himself. sound.

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

Tang Qi's appearance, at this moment, is like a real twisted devil, howling and roaring.