Lord of Mystics Chapter 1: Soul-exchanging Scale

　　 pain!

　　Unbearable severe pain!

　　 This is Tang Qi’s first feeling after she wakes up. Like the tide, it is the kind of pain that cannot be avoided by any means. It seems that it directly acts on his soul. The source of the pain is him. The head, the wrists of both hands, the ankles of both feet.

　　When he wailed instinctively because of pain, an old, hoarse voice, like the buzzing flies, kept digging into his mind. This is a tedious and obscure language. , But strangely enough, Tang Qi all understood.

　　 "Great Demon of Judgement, please listen to the call of believer Old Morgan's, for the humble believer's young body of Soul Replacement, for this I would like to present a delicious, young soul as a sacrifice, please enjoy the great Demon of Judgement... "

　　Demon of Judgement? Who?

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

　　 Am I kidnapped?

　　Wait?

　　 Am I being hung on the cross?

　　 When Tang Qi realized this, the pain seemed to be relieved, and he finally stopped crying at this time, opening his eyes with great effort, and the gradually expanding range of sight was first covered with shadows, and then From obscurity, it gradually became clear, and the extremely terrifying and strange scene in the latter scene caught his eyes at this time.

　　 In front of him, there was a hazy, black shadow bubble, judging from the boundary where the bubble extends, Tang Qi himself was also inside this bubble. The one that released this huge black bubble was a huge one, seemingly made of bronze, covered with a weird scale of mottled colors.

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

　　 That's right, it's humanoid.

　　Tang Qi’s eyes penetrated the hazy light and saw their True Form.

At one end is a teenager who is in a comatose state. His appearance looks pretty, his face is pale, his figure is thin, he seems to be having nightmares, and his face is full of horrified expressions.

　　 At the other end, is an extremely old man, a black man, with loose skin and dark black, but he is sober, kneeling on the bronze plate with his body, his hands in a strange pose, with words in his mouth , Seems to be praying, asking.

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

　　 is right, it is him.

　　Although the entire scale is in a swaying state, constantly changing its direction in the sound of "crunchy", no matter how it changes, the old black man is facing Tang Qi when praying.

　　 "Doesn't that Demon of Judgement belong to me?"

　　"Om"

　　 When Tang Qi realized what he was, he exhausted his courage and looked down, his already painful head banged, as if he was beaten severely by a sledgehammer, countless ghosts poured out In the wailing he finally saw his real situation clearly.

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

　　 Just in the middle of this huge scale, Tang Qi looked down at any part of it, engraved with a blood-red texture of skulls, which seemed to be a symbol, it seemed to be text, and the strange and terrifying breath was between these textures. Wandering.

　　 When Tang Qi wants to twist his body and see something more, it is more painful and crazy than ever before. The source is his skull, wrists and ankles.

　　In another painful wailing, Tang Qi saw his body clearly, also wrapped in a hazy layer of light, and hung on the cross of the skull. A total of five sharp nails penetrated his head. , Wrists with both hands, and ankles with feet.

　　Tang Qi was frightened, he was hurt like this, he didn’t die?

　　 "No, no, I am dead, I am in a state of soul now."

　　 "These two are also souls."

　　Tang Qi suddenly realized a terrible fact, and then the look on his face was terrified. This moment can be said to be a twist, a twisted soul wailing on the cross, and the old black man who witnessed it all. As if to think that all this is normal, pray more excitedly.

　　At the same time, Tang Qi’s eyes suddenly penetrated the black bubbles and saw the outside world: a spacious and luxurious study room, a huge bookcase, some kind of mahogany desk, and luxury on the top Crystal chandeliers, all kinds of beautiful gadgets, all prove the wealth and taste of the owner.

　　 But at the moment, here are destroyed by two "corpses" on the ground.

　　 has no blood, nor any signs of clutter and fighting, but there are indeed two bodies lying side by side on the ground.

　　A corpse is a teenager, black hair, beautiful facial features, pale face, thin body, well-dressed, and wearing some exotic style clothes that have never been seen before.

　　 Another, an elderly black man with ordinary features, with a somber temperament, wearing clothes that seem to be a housekeeper.

　　 around the two, surrounded by burning candles with blood-like color, with a white powder in the middle to draw a weird pattern, and the middle of their heads is an old Bronze scales.

　　 "Is this...?"

　　 "Call ~ call"

　　 Calm down, I must calm down, try hard to hold still, take a few deep breaths, Tang Qi forced himself to calm down.

　　After a long time, I shuddered in my mouth: "So, I drank a drink and woke up and became a devil, and my soul was hung on a **** cross and blended into one. It was obviously a very evil ritual. The old black man who looked like an old housekeeper seemed to be the initiator of this ritual. He prayed to me and asked me to replace him with a younger body, even the object was already found. ?"

　　Tang Qi combined the old black man's prayer language and the scene in front of him, and slowly inferred his true situation.

　　However, he still can't move, can't get rid of those five nails, one move will bring himself into endless pain.

　　 Now Tang Qi has two options.

　　 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 the moment. As long as he took a mouth, he could put the one on the left side of Libra in a comatose state. The soul of the boy devoured.

　　This is the process of completing the ritual. As long as one end of the scale is free of soul, the other end will naturally sink, just touching a mechanism that allows the soul of the old black man to enter the incomparably young body below, from an old black man. , Turned into a handsome young man.

　　 And Tang Qi's second choice is naturally to reject the old black people. The consequence of this option is that Tang Qi doesn't even know, what happens after rejection? Even if it is a devil who does not know what to do, wouldn’t it be worse if the devil couldn’t do it?

　　"How to choose?"

　　Tang Qi, while suppressing the pain, swallowed the saliva that did not exist, and moved his eyes away from which "sacrificial offering".

　　He is now a hungry devil, full of longing for the soul, Tang Qi can feel it, he is quickly becoming weak, and the five nails bring more than pain, if you continue, Tang Qi feels that he is fast It will dissipate completely.

　　But if you promise the old black man, Tang Qi’s best ending is to continue to be the so-called "Demon of Judgement", attached to this scale, and pressed against the bottom of the box, waiting for the next customer to come.

Can he accept such an ending?

　　 "No, I would rather dissipate completely, rather than become such a humble devil."

　　 "There must be a way, there is a way."

　　 "Think of it, I can think of it."

　　's strong desire to survive made Tang Qi's mind run like never before, but his previous life was just an ordinary urban white-collar worker, and he had only a moment as a devil. In the face of such a deadlock, how could he come up with a short time Health road.

　　 And time is passing quickly.

　　 one second!

　　 two seconds!

　　 Three seconds!

　　Tang Qi’s twisted soul is getting thinner and thinner. The old black man who has been praying raised his head in amazement, and seems to be wondering why his ritual did not work. At this time, Tang Qi can see clearly, this old black man is absolutely Is an evil being.

　　 That old face was full of gloom and cruelty, and the dark soul was filled with black silk thread, a muddy wicked man.

　　 However, it seems that the existence of the old black man is not important anymore. Tang Qi’s head is getting heavier and more dizzy. He even feels that he has lost the strength to devour that sacrifice, maybe the next second He is about to dissipate.

　　 Or, fall asleep.

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

　　 When this thought came out, Tang Qi’s eyes suddenly turned, and he actually saw his hazy soul nailed to the cross in an awkward posture, really exactly like Jesus.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 "Is this...?"

　　 Tang Qi suddenly froze, and his eyes were dull. He seemed to see something incredible. ~IndoMTL.com~ Fortunately, he didn’t froze for too long, and quickly recovered.

　　 looked seriously at a weird interface in front of him, I don’t know when.

　　Name: Tang Qi.

　　 State: Weak.

　　Occupation: Demon of Judgement

　　 [Info Fragment 1: As a Demon of Judgement, your duty is to collect the sacrifice and put the soul of the sacrificer into the target body. 】

　　 [Info Fragment 2: Before you make a ruling, the souls of both parties cannot leave, you can devour the sacrifice on the left, but unless the sacrificer on the right takes the initiative, you cannot hurt him. 】

　　 [Info Fragment 3: As Demon of Judgement, once you leave Soul-exchanging Scale, your soul will dissipate within three seconds. 】

　　 [Info Fragment 3: If you choose not to adjudicate this time, the sacrifice will be automatically absorbed by Libra, and you will fall into a deep sleep. 】

　　 "What is this? My golden finger?"

　　Tang Qi, a veteran Internet enthusiast, was well aware of the standard treatment after the rebirth and the passing of a certain kind of golden finger.

　　Tang Qi thought that he had not been treated as a devil, and did not expect to appear suddenly at this time.

　　 "There is a chance, the only chance."

　　Tang Qi’s eyes did not care about other interfaces at all, all condensed on the second and third pieces of information.

　　 The feeling of excitement was like a warm and hard life that suddenly made Tang Qi’s thinner and thinner soul suddenly solidified. Borrowing this restored energy, Tang Qi opened his mouth and spit out the hoarse that surprised him all. , Low voice.

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

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