In the dark and mysterious hall.

The boy's lips were purple, as if he felt a bone-broken chill.

The cold and sharp look on the stage was mixed with disdainful and contemptuous eyes.

The boy knelt on the steps, just like a lower-class person with a low-ranking fate in ancient times.

"Who is at the stairs?"

The City God's voice is indifferent and high above, without any emotion.

The boy opened his mouth and found that his mouth was sealed by an invisible force.

"Sir, he is a little thief who steals the incense of the City God Temple."

Bai Wuchang smiled and said authentically.

"This little thief is a habitual offender, and he has committed one before."

"Last time I remembered his first offense, I spared him once for the sake of the land, and I just simply beat him up."

"How could this little thief know the depth and will not change after repeated instruction. Today he took it down and threw it into the eighteen levels of hell to be punished!"

Upon hearing this, the boy's panic and fearful eyes were mixed with a hint of reluctance.

But his mouth seemed to be tightly bonded together by extremely strong industrial glue.

Even if he tear his mouth apart, he couldn't speak.

"Sir, this is a bad word..."

A weak voice rang out.

The boy only then discovered that there was a figure below the stairs.

He could only see the old man's side, his hair and beard were white, and his eyes were kind.

The boy didn't know who he was, but he felt close for no reason.

It's like an elder who has known many years.

But he is an orphan who eats hundreds of families. No elder likes him and treats him kindly.

What's more, it's in such an underworld.

"Bai Wuchang, you shouldn't have sealed his mouth. How do you let him argue?"

The old man said very dissatisfied.

Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "This little thief is full of dirty words, not enough to listen to you."

"He is not bad by nature, but he just walked on a fork in the road."

The old man tried his best to persuade the city god.

The voice is weak, as if it may die at any time.

The City God glanced at the young man indifferently, his eyes fell on the old man, and a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes.

Bai Wuchang laughed and said:

"But it was the second time he stole the incense."

"The first time I was ignorant and sent to the mortal government. After I released it, I came to steal incense."

"This nature has changed."

The old man looked ashamed and lowered his head silently.

Hearing their conversation, the boy's expression changed drastically.

A memory suddenly appeared in his mind.

That was after he first stolen money from the incense from the City God Temple.

With money in hand, life is relaxed and always calm.

Suddenly one day, he was taken into the bureau, and the police criticized and educated him.

This incident made him terrified and confused and he had a few days left.

But over time, the boy who was short of money and could not find a serious job became itchy again.

Is there anything that comes faster, gets higher and has less risk than stealing the incense money from temples?

No.

Is there any place where the incense money is higher than that of the Chenghuang Temple? Is it more convenient when stealing?

There is no answer either.

The police's criticism and education were immediately left behind by the teenagers.

Just kidding, can criticism and education be used as a food?

He not only wants to do it.

I have to do a big vote!

Take away all the things you can take away.

No matter whether he is worth it or not, then let's take it first.

But he never expected it.

It was as if someone had guessed his mind, and he set up a pocket to wait for him to drill in.

Even more unexpectedly, my pocket was actually set by the Yin God in the City God Temple, which directly turned him into a dead person.

He couldn't speak, so he could only watch Bai Wuchang tell his sins to the City God.

There is no chance to argue.

Although he knew that even if he asked him to speak, he would probably curse.

Begging for mercy is not his character.

He has been beaten and bullied since he was a child.

Begging for mercy will only make those who hit him even more arrogant.

He had to pretend to be more cruel than them to scare those who bullied him.

This is the truth he realized when he was lying on the street at a young age.

This is true even when it comes to the city god.

He has no awe of ghosts and gods.

The only thing he feared was one thing--no food to eat.

I'm afraid of hunger.

I'm afraid of cold.

I'm scared of poverty.

This is not only him, but also his accomplices.

I can’t eat enough, and no one wants to do the work.

It seems that he has no other way to go, so he can only do this.

Unless he is willing to go back to the welfare home to go to school honestly.

But he was used to wildness and was unwilling to be restrained.

My mind is too simple, I can only see in front of me and let myself have enough food.

There is no longer a future.

Bai Wuchang smiled "Kuku" in a smile.

"Sir, I'll take him to the eighteenth level of hell."

The City God nodded slightly and nodded in agreement.

Bai Wuchang smiled and carried the boy's neck, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Wait for him to leave.

The City God rubbed his stiff face and squeezed out a hint of ugly smile.

"Old land, sit down and rest for a while."

At the steps, the old man with white hair and beard nodded and turned around and sat on the steps.

The City God looked at the old senior in Yangcheng with concern.

He guarded the city for hundreds of years.

The wind blows the sun and the rainstorm washes away.

Disasters, torrents, chaos... What have you never experienced?
To be continued...