I serve as a judge for the eerie clans. From the start, I sentenced the King of Hell as guilty. My name is Su Nian, the 99th-generation heir to a family of judges.
Three days ago, I was just an ordinary hunter of the supernatural, burdened by my family's blood debt and hunting the eerie clans across the world.
Then, beneath the ruins of the Su family ancestral home, I dug up a man who had been sealed away for three hundred years.
He called himself Shang Lu, the foremost eerie being under the King of Hell.
He said our Su family had hunted the eerie for generations not to protect humanity, but to clean up the sins of mankind.
He said the eerie clans weren't vengeful ghosts, but unfortunate people cursed by the rules of the world.
He said the real culprit behind the massacre of my ancestors was no eerie being at all. It was Li Qingshan, head of the Hunters' Association.
I asked him why he was telling me all this.
He smiled, his expression colder than the oil lamps of the underworld:
"Because you're a judge. If a judge doesn't pass judgment, should they become an executioner instead?"
So I gripped my judge's pen tightly.
The first case I tried wasn't about some minor ghost or monster. It was about the lofty King of Hell.
