"Ding ling!"
The tin rod was lifted high, then lowered, its iron rings colliding with each other, emitting a crisp sound. Duanmu Huai tightly gripped his weapon, staring at the Seven People of the Imperial Court before him, who remained silent, speechless. In fact, they couldn't speak because these seven were entirely mummified in appearance.
According to Teacher Gan Xia, the Seven People are souls wandering on the ground, unable to ascend to Heaven. They can only ascend by capturing a scapegoat to replace them — hmm, this is no different from those water ghosts in China looking for scapegoats.
Then there is only one thing to do.
"Ascending to Heaven is impossible."
Duanmu Huai stared intently at the seven people, letting out a cold laugh.
"I will send you to Hell!"
