Seventy-two abacus beads hang in the air, like seventy-two open black eyes.

On each bead, there is a bloody handprint.

The fire in the temple flickers on and off, the statue of the Rain God raises its head and lowers its head, and there is a trace of sinisterness only seen in living creatures on its stone face.

Xu Huanshan did not retreat when the clerk from Tianyiyuan rushed towards him with his sword in hand.

He just pressed the debt deed in his hand on the abacus beads.

"Zhao Er of Huaishui Village."

The beads vibrated lightly.

A hoarse cry suddenly exploded in the ruined temple.

"I didn't press it! My hands were cold when I died!"

The clerk's footsteps stagnated.

That was not Xu Huanshan's voice.

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, filled with fear and reluctance before death, like a broken gong fished out of the water, hitting everyone's ears wetly.

Li Zheng was kneeling on the ground and raised his head suddenly: "Zhao, Zhao Er?"

He recognized this voice.

Zhao Er, a butcher in Huaishui Village, died of a drought and epidemic three months ago. When he died, his hands were black and his eyes were as wide as bells.

The expression of the clerk of Tianyiyuan changed slightly, but his sword movement was faster.

"My lies are deceiving the public!"

The dagger stabbed Xu Huanshan in the throat.

Xu Huanshan ducked sideways, and the broken umbrella was torn by the blade of the sword. Rain poured down from the hole in the umbrella, covering half of his body.He looked embarrassed, but his feet were undisturbed.

He raised his finger.

The second abacus bead fell.

"The Li family in Huaishui Village."

A woman's shrill voice then sounded:

"My son is only three years old! Why should I borrow rain? I haven't even entered the temple!"

The third one.

"Zhou Laoqi from Huaishui Village."

"The fingerprints are pressed after death! They are pressed after death!"

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

The sixth one.

The voices of the dead emerged from the beads one after another, filling the entire Rain Temple.

They cried out about injustice, about pain, about not signing the deed, and about someone dragging their corpses into the temple at night, holding down their stiff hands, dipping them in blood, and sealing them.

There was no color inside, and the whole person was paralyzed in the rain.

The literary official's lips were trembling and he couldn't even hold his pen.

"Dead people...how can dead people testify..."

The little official of Tianyiyuan was forced to take a half step back by the accusations, and then he became angry from embarrassment.

"Shut up!"

With a flick of his sleeves, three green talismans flew out. The cinnabar writing on the talismans lit up and turned into three chains, which went straight towards the abacus beads in mid-air.

Xu Huanshan's eyes turned cold.

"Debt-suppressing charm?"

The clerk smiled ferociously: "It's good to know! Unknown souls cannot be certified without the approval of the Heavenly Debt Institute!"

The three chains suddenly tightened.

The bloody fingerprints on the abacus beads dimmed instantly, and the voice of the deceased suddenly stopped as if someone had strangled his throat.

The temple suddenly became quiet.

It was so quiet that only the sound of rain was left.

Xu Huanshan stared at the three talismans and clicked his tongue lightly.

"I even brought the debt-suppressing charm. It seems that you are not here to seal the temple tonight, but to seal the mouth."

The clerk clenched his dagger and said in a cold voice: "Xu Huanshan, I will give you one last chance. Hand over the debt deed, kneel down and plead guilty. Otherwise, you will disturb the incense, steal the divine deed, and hook up with the souls of the dead. You will be punished for the three crimes. After your death, the soul lamp will not be allowed to be naturalized."

Xu Huanshan lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his chest that were soaked by the rain, and then looked at the blood contract at the foot of the statue.

He suddenly sighed.

"My biggest problem is this person."

The clerk frowned.

Xu Huanshan raised his eyes, his smile as thin as a knife.

"The more others don't let me settle the accounts, the more I want to settle them."

After he finished speaking, he bit his fingertips and touched the wooden frame of the abacus.

The old abacus sucked his blood, and the originally dull wood grain suddenly lit up with thin lines.Those lines are not spiritual patterns, but more like rows of tiny accounts, crawling out of the wooden frame and entangled with seventy-two abacus beads.

Xu Huanshan's face turned visibly pale.

This is the crudest and most dangerous method used by debt collectors.

Account for yourself.

Without borrowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, without asking for permission from gods, he directly uses his own lifespan to speak to the souls of the dead.

The price is simple.

The dead soul said a word, and he took a breath.

If the dead soul lies, the debt will be returned to him.

If he misrepresents the account, the debt will also fall on him.

The clerk saw what he was going to do, and his expression finally changed: "Are you crazy? Are you going to pay with your own life for a few dead people?"

Xu Huanshan raised his hand and shook it.

Seventy-two abacus beads vibrated simultaneously.

"Wrong."

His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Not a few."

"It's three hundred and seventy-two."

In an instant, the cinnabar writing on the debt-suppressing amulet was entangled with blood threads, and the amulet chain tightened inch by inch.

The eyes of the rain god statue were completely gloomy.

"How dare you, mortal."

Xu Huanshan didn't look at it, only stared at the abacus bead at the top.

"Zhao Er, answer me."

"When you signed the deed, were you alive or dead?"

The abacus bead vibrated violently.

The man's voice sounded again, this time clearer than before.

"Dead!"

"Who gave you the fingerprints?"

The voice stopped for a moment, as if it was extremely frightened.

The temperature in the temple dropped suddenly.

The water at the feet of the Rain God statue surged without wind and slowly condensed into a blurry figure.

The figure was kneeling on the ground, his neck twisted and his hands black.

This is exactly what the butcher Zhao Er looked like when he died.

He raised his hand with difficulty and pointed in front of the statue.

"Yes...it's a temple blessing."

Li Zheng immediately shouted: "I said it was Lao Miao Zhu! He committed suicide out of fear of crime, he is the murderer!"

"What's the rush?"

Xu Huanshan did not stop and continued to ask: "When Miao Zhu pressed your fingerprints, was he awake?"

Zhao Er's soul trembled even more.

"He's crying."

Li Zheng was stunned.

"Cry?"

Zhao Er's voice was intermittent: "While pressing the button, he said... I'm sorry... If you don't press the button, the whole village won't even be able to save its soul..."

Xu Huanshan's eyes slowly changed.

Isn't Miao Zhu the mastermind?

He asked again: "Who else was in the temple at that time?"

Zhao Er suddenly held his head, his soul twisted, as if being torn apart by some force.

"You can't say it... you can't say it... you will be eaten if you say it..."

A sneer came from the mouth of the Rain God Statue.

"The crazy words of the dead souls are worthy of being evidence?"

The next moment, a blue-black water cord suddenly appeared from the broken right arm of the statue, and the water cord shot toward Zhao Er's soul like a living snake.

Xu Huanshan raised his hand to block.

The hose lashed his arm.

Snap!

The flesh and blood split instantly.

He groaned, but did not let go. Instead, he grabbed the water rope with his backhand.

"You're in a hurry."

The murderous intent surged in the eyes of the Rain God Statue.

"Mortals seek death!"

The water rope twisted suddenly.

Xu Huanshan's whole arm seemed to be filled with ice, and his bones made a fine creaking sound.The veins on his forehead bulged in pain, but he just dragged Zhao Er's soul behind him.

"I'll ask again."

He stared at Zhao Er.

"Other than Miao Zhu, who else?"

Zhao Er's soul was almost torn apart. He opened and closed his mouth several times before finally spitting out two words:

"Green umbrella."

Xu Huanshan was startled.

"What green umbrella?"

Zhao Er's soul began to disintegrate.