"You said nothing in your defense, so I applied the usual sentence," King Songdi says.
His words are met with a chorus of cheers from the imps and demons.
Wu Yun doesn't have the time to be chained to a pillar for ten years while being grilled alive.
He clears his throat and addresses King Songdi, "There's something I want to say now! I only stole that food because my daughter was sick, and she needed to eat or she would die."
The crowd of dead start talking among themselves. Wu Yun can't make out what they're saying, but some of them have looks of consternation on their pale faces.
"Of course you'd say that now, but who can prove that what you say is the truth?" The King scowls at Wu Yun and slams his gavel against the table. "My sentence is final."
Wu Yun turns around and points at Lan Tian, "This man is my husband, and he can confirm everything I just said!"
