The phrase "riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount" was vividly embodied by Tang San at this moment.
He couldn't flee, nor could he stay, truly a torturous dilemma.
The Slaughter City was nothing like what his father, Tang Hao, had described!
Wasn't it supposed to be filled with slaughter, with conflicts erupting at any moment?
Yet, he hadn't witnessed any slaughter, only so-called "rules."
Rules that were somewhat similar to the underworld but also different.
After a brief contemplation, Tang San raised the white flag in surrender.
He truly had no other options; otherwise, he would have turned the place upside down!
Such a place shouldn't exist, and if given the chance, he would definitely destroy it.
Once shackled, Tang San tried to struggle free but found that even with all his strength, he couldn't budge the restraints an inch, leaving him utterly bewildered.
The amber-colored shackles, a familiar hue.
He felt like he had seen this color somewhere before, but he couldn't recall where.
"I ask, you answer. No unnecessary talk in between. I, the judge, am not an easy person to deal with."
The "judge" spoke with an unchanging expression, his tone light and indifferent, showing no emotional fluctuations.
He had seen too many like Tang San.
This kid was somewhat discerning, knowing he couldn't escape and surrendering voluntarily, thus sparing himself some suffering.
Some fallen wouldn't surrender willingly and might even attack...
Hehe~
That would have been more entertaining!
What a pity, such a pity.
A flicker of regret passed through the "judge's" eyes, all of which Tang San noticed.
Though Tang San didn't know what the other was regretting, his intuition told him that his decision wasn't wrong.
"Name!"
"Tang San."
"Gender!"
Tang San: "..."
"Male!"
He really didn't want to answer this question, but he couldn't control himself.
Was this "judge" insulting him?
"What wrongs have you committed?"
Here, the "judge" seemed to recall something and added, "Things that most people consider wrong, not what you think is right."
Many people clearly do wrong but self-righteously believe they've done nothing wrong.
Asking this way wouldn't yield any results.
Only by rephrasing the question could he get a clear picture.
Hearing this, Tang San paused.
It was as if his fears were coming true.
In this life, he could proudly say he hadn't done anything wrong.
Because many things hadn't even started yet.
But his soul was from a previous life...
"As an outer disciple, I stole the inner sect's secret manuals and practiced them in secret."
"But I don't think I did anything wrong. None of them could reach the highest level of cultivation, none could create the Buddha's Fury Lotus, but I could!"
"As a member of the Tang Sect, raised by the sect since childhood, I, Tang San, have never been disloyal. Why wouldn't they let me practice the inner sect's techniques?"
"A gentleman loves wealth, but takes it in the right way."
"After practicing, I didn't spread the secrets. After creating the strongest hidden weapon, I didn't misuse it. In the end, I even leaped off a cliff to prove my resolve!"
Tang San grew more and more agitated as he spoke.
Apart from the beginning, most of what he said was what he wanted to express.
Since he had to tell the truth, he didn't dwell on it, but he couldn't let others misunderstand his character.
The "judge" glanced at Tang San but didn't say much.
In his eyes, Tang San was likely a disciple of a minor sect. As for the Tang Sect, he had never heard of it.
Stealing the inner sect's "self-created soul skills" or secret techniques to practice.
As for the Buddha's Fury Lotus, he had no idea what that was, but it didn't matter.
He didn't know that Tang San's spirit was the Clear Sky Hammer, as Tang San had released it in front of the "Meng Po."
But Tang Xiao and Tang Hao were increasingly confused.
What was going on with Tang San?
Something was off, very off!
Tang San had grown up right under Tang Hao's watch, yet what Tang San was saying...
Could it be that he was never poisoned?
Were these so-called truths all fabricated?
"How many people have you killed? Any regrets?"
The "judge" continued his interrogation.
Stealing a sect's secret manuals showed that Tang San didn't follow rules, and his reasons were somewhat laughable.
The sect raised him, yet he took it for granted and even stole their secrets...
This sect was truly a big fool.
Very criminal!
"Eight hundred and fifty-seven, eight hundred and fifty-eight, no, it should be eight hundred and fifty-seven!"
"Eight hundred and fifty-eight is correct!"
"???"
Seeing Tang San muttering to himself as if arguing, the "judge" was momentarily stunned and confused.
Why was Tang San unsure of how many people he had killed?
Killing over eight hundred people, even in the former Slaughter City, would be considered above average.
"I have no regrets!"
"One of them, I'm not sure if it counts as my kill."
Tang San answered very sincerely. He truly couldn't tell, as he couldn't lie at this moment.
Having served as a "judge" for so long, this was the first time he encountered such a situation, and he was genuinely taken aback.
The killer wasn't sure if it counted as his kill...
What kind of situation was this?
"How did this person die?"
"My soul took over this body, and the original owner of the body died."
"I'm not sure if he counts as being killed by me."
Tang San answered truthfully, but his face was filled with resistance.
Reincarnation was his biggest secret.
When he arrived in this world, the original Tang San was already on the verge of death.
The feeling of seizing a body and being reborn was something he hadn't experienced.
The "seized" body was like a blank slate, an infant, and the baby had been affected by soul power, on the brink of death.
Whether he transmigrated or not, the original Tang San was doomed.
But he had indeed taken over the body...
The "judge" knew what a soul was, and he looked at Tang San with a strange expression.
A soul taking over this body?
The "judge" stroked his beard, his mind momentarily stuck.
Such a thing, he hadn't even heard of, let alone seen.
"Are you sure he drank the 'Meng Po' soup?"
"Are you not fooling this 'judge'?"
After a while, the "judge" asked the two who had brought Tang San.
He suspected that Tang San's "Meng Po" soup was faulty, or that Tang San hadn't drunk it at all and was pretending.
But if he were pretending, why not just say he hadn't killed anyone or done anything wrong?
The term "seizing and rebirth" was now etched in the "judge's" mind, even though it was his first encounter with the concept.
"Thud, thud~" The two knelt down.
"Judge, he really did drink the Meng Po soup, even two extra bowls!"
"Tang San didn't want to drink it at first, but after Meng Po showed her power, he drank three whole bowls..."
Hearing this, the "judge" understood the situation.
Tang San's words were indeed truthful, no matter how unbelievable they seemed.