“Cough cough cough!”

Mule coughed violently, his hand trembling as he placed the half-empty glass of liquid on the table.

In the eyes of the other players, his face was flushed red, steam rose from his head, and his whole body looked as if he had just been pulled out of a sauna.

"Drink slowly, Mr. Kevin,"

Bee smiled slightly and said, "This bottle of 'Pale Torment' is as scorching and stimulating as lava-soaked peppers for first-timers."

"Pale Torment?"

Mule's face was crimson as he blinked, wiping away tears and mucus,

pretending not to have heard his companion's explanation, and asked Bee, "What is that?"

The Bee-headed man repeated the explanations of Forest Cat and Witch, adding, "In the dark ages of the underworld,

those slave-owning councilors disguised as divine angels,

invented many luxuries related to the soul.

They took pleasure in torturing human souls, extracting energy from them to hide their gradually distorted and deformed ugly appearances, and to prolong their corrupt and degenerate souls.

Soul brewing was one of their inventions.

However, there are no innocent souls in this bottle of Pale Torment.

It is brewed from the tears of righteous souls who have achieved their wishes and are crying with joy.

For ordinary spirits in the underworld, it is a priceless treasure.”

Bee recounted his treasures in a calm, indifferent, and even cold tone.

Regardless of whether he was Napoleon Bonaparte,

his long life in hell must have taken something from him.

"In short,"

Bee put down his glass, leaned to the side, crossed his legs, and rested his arm on the soft sofa armrest.

His densely packed compound eyes looked at Mule, "Attorney Kevin, I believe you also know

that I led armies to win countless battles in my lifetime, creating a powerful and vast empire.

But what I am most proud of is still the 'French Civil Code' that I presided over during my lifetime.

It broke the legislative principles of the feudal era, protected the property of the people, and over time, integrated into the legal system of modern society."

Bee's words subtly hid a little pride. "After death, I did not stop learning,

reading Auguste Comte, Saint-Simon, Montesquieu, Rousseau, Voltaire, and some modern thinkers, philosophers, and jurists.

Of course, my attainments in law, morality, and thought are still no match for yours."

Bee nodded slightly towards Mule and slowly said, "On your way here, Mr. Fury should have told you the purpose of this trip.

The council wants to compile a universal code that connects the underworld and the mortal world.

By modifying the underworld system,

we can in turn promote changes in the mortal world to regulate the increasingly decadent morality."

Mule's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he keenly noticed something was wrong.

"Strange,"

Black Wooden Horse frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Judging from the previous conversations with Fury, the underworld doesn't seem to value the real world very much.

During the dark ages, the Dinosaur Overlord even allowed the slave-owning councilors to mess around in the underworld, concocting secondary settings such as hell, purgatory, and paradise mountain, and torturing human souls in large numbers.

Why are they now concerned about the moral issues of the real world?"

"Hmm..."

Forest Cat nodded, "It is a bit strange."

Witch pursed her lips knowingly and said casually, "Maybe modern human souls are no longer pure? Just like Bee-poleon said just now.

It is possible that the decline in the quality of human souls will cause problems in the operation of the underworld..."

"Hey ya—"

A soft exclamation came from the other end of the cabin. The three projection-form players turned their heads,

and saw Li Ang, dressed as a Shadow Man, embracing a bookshelf with a somewhat obscene and strange posture, passionately hugging the side of the bookshelf.

"Um, Mr. Shadow Man?"

Forest Cat raised his hand and asked cautiously, "What are you... doing?"

"Me?"

Li Ang tried hard to poke his head into the bookshelf, wanting to peek at the contents of the book without opening the pages. "I'm trying to figure out if I can see the contents of the pages directly from here."

Tsk, if Chai Chai were doing this, she would definitely be very skilled.

She is best at using the incorporeal characteristics of spirits to gain benefits for herself.

For example, playing with the mobile phone hidden in the safe,

sticking her head into the refrigerator freezer, enjoying the cool breeze while directly eating the things in the refrigerator;

Li Ang's bizarre pose of rubbing against the bookshelf like a bear scratching a tree only caused the three teammates a headache, but did not prevent the conversation between the two spirits in the real world.

"Attorney Kevin, I am one of the thirteen council members, and possibly the most knowledgeable about the law among the councilors."

Bee laughed self-deprecatingly and said calmly, "I want to know your opinion on a complex case."

Here it comes.

Mule was shocked. If the previous probing was to test whether he was a spirit and whether he had been impersonated,

then the current test concerned whether Mule could complete the game normally.

'The legal clauses are up to you!'

Mule tried his best to remain calm, crossed his fingers, placed them on the table, and silently recited in his heart.

The four players understood his situation very well.

Black Wooden Horse extracted the legal provisions and classic legal cases of the world's five major legal systems from the eyeball database.

Forest Cat used the [Divination Polaroid] to take pictures of the captain's cabin.

Witch took out a deck of tarot cards from somewhere and began to tell fortunes in the air.

And Li Ang was still struggling with the bookshelf...

"Please speak,"

Mule said seriously, "I will answer you to the best of my ability."

"Very good."

Bee nodded. "Five young cave explorers encountered a cave collapse and were trapped in the cave.

The rescue team outside did their best, but it would still take thirty days to dig out the passage.

On the twentieth day, the five cave explorers were exhausted, without water or food, and could no longer survive the next ten days.

Among the five, the leader of the team contacted the doctor in the outside rescue team through wireless equipment, asking if they could survive for another ten days if they ate the flesh of one of the members.

Although the doctor was reluctant, he still gave an affirmative answer out of professional ethics.

The captain of the cave exploration team asked the outside world again whether they could decide who should be eaten by drawing lots,

and whether there were any judges or government officials in the rescue team who could give an answer to this behavior.

No one, including the clergy, was willing to provide an opinion.

After that, the wireless equipment remained silent.

In the end, the rescue team dug open the passage on the thirty-second day and rescued the remaining four cave explorers.

It turned out that on the twenty-third day, the first person to propose the suggestion of drawing lots was still made to participate by his companions even though he refused to draw lots himself.

The result of the drawing was unfavorable to him. He was eaten by his companions, and his flesh provided his companions with the last ten days of survival.

So..."

Bee leaned forward, looked at Mule seriously, and asked, "With your professional legal knowledge, in this case, should the surviving four young explorers be subject to punishment, and what kind of punishment should they receive?"