Late at night, the Huangquan drum sounded three times in a row, and everyone in the city died—except me.
I could hear the "echo" of the drums and knew whose turn would be next. Everyone said that this was the King of Hell asking for his life, but I was the only one who knew that there was a forbidden magic spell sealed in each underworld drum, and I happened to be able to use the judge's pen to point out the demons and monsters pretending to be gods and ghosts on the drum surface.
The rule of "when the drum sounds, the soul pays" should be changed.
You ask me if I dare to change my fate against fate? I insist on beating the drum in front of the King of Hell and telling him with full-level Yin and Yang skills - from today on, if you dare to touch the people I protect, please pay the money to buy the way to the Ten Palaces of Hell.
