Judge, please respect yourself

"What does the ghost tree that Wan Qiyi gave me have anything to do with me?"

"Indeed, I once thought that the man was killed by Wan Tuche, but when I think about it carefully, it is full of doubts. How did he kill the man? Wanlan has always been patrolled by disciples, not to mention how he entered, and how quietly he wanted to Kill the disciples with high cultivation level, and then leave without making a sound? Even if the patrolling disciples are useless, it is impossible for them to be unaware. Just kill it."

Zhuang Hua scoffed when he heard the words, "As you said, the suzerain's cultivation base is profound, how can we juniors match up?"

"If you want to be such a life-hating person, of course you want to live forever, so you will sniff the ghost wood every day, so that he didn't realize that the scent of the ghost wood he loves is not pure, and naturally he didn't find that there is something in it. There is a kind of spice called Xichen mixed in, but this spice is added thinly, it is understandable not to find it, and this Xichen is said to be Sangong incense, it is the most despicable forbidden drug for you Wanlan."

"Wan Lan's medicine can be obtained by all of Wan Lan's disciples, why do you suspect me alone?"

"Why did your golden core recover so quickly?"

After saying this, the sound of the pipa on the bridge also stopped, maybe it was late at night, the hustle and bustle just now stopped abruptly and returned to silence, Zhuang Hua didn't answer, Luan Mu suddenly felt chest tightness and coughed twice At first, he really didn't doubt Zhuang Hua, but the smell of ghost wood was strange, so he went to ask Huaigu just now, but after searching dozens of books in Qingyun Pavilion, he never thought that the last thing he found was Xichen.

"You add dust to the ghost tree every day, and you inhale it every day. Even if the amount is small, if it accumulates in the body for a certain period of time, it can trigger an attack. So you look for the right time and take advantage of his power to fade away. Assassinated him unknowingly and took away his golden elixir, the poor man thought that it was Wan Tuche who killed him until his death, but he didn't know that the person who killed him in the end was his favorite disciple."

Zhuang Hua was still speechless, Luan Mu felt a headache again, remembering that he hadn't taken the medicine given by Japan Xun recently, could it be that the old injury had recurred?He swallowed his anger and continued to speak.

"Then you put the blame on me and issued an edict to hunt down and kill me. I guess Wan Qiche's goal is the Sanmen, so you designed to lure Huangyan to Fengdu, let them fight us, and suppress us. It can also destroy the prestige of Huangyan, so that you can reap the benefits of being a fisherman."

"Why do you want to be with Wan Tuche?"

All the facts floated on the surface, Zhuang Hua no longer remained silent to this time's questioning, but sneered, he raised his eyes and looked at Luan Mu, his eyes were cloudy and bottomless, Luan Mu couldn't see through it Thoughts make people shudder.

"He threatened me in the first place."

"threaten?"

"That day in Wanlan, when I went to look for Ziyi in your room, Wan Tuche was lurking on the roof. He knew the situation in the house, so he threatened me to join him, and asked me to kill Wanlan's disciple and plant it on you."

"Did you kill the disciple you found in the bamboo forest? That's why you tried your best to help me escape, and you sent the horse back for thousands of miles, just out of guilt?"

"I was guilty at first, but later you wiped away the guilt in my heart with your own hands, so I made a deal with Wan Chengche. After this threat became a deal, I just killed him."

"trade?"

Luan Mu only felt that the headache was getting worse and worse, and his eyes suddenly blurred and he couldn't see anything. This was not a symptom of an old illness. He was a little unsteady. This time, the wine in it was spilled on the pastry, and the rice cake, which was as white as winter snow, turned into a black mass.

He looked at the person opposite in surprise, and wanted to ask him why, but he was unable to speak, so he could only lie down limply on the table and only saw Zhuang Hua's blurred outline.

"You forced me."

When the last trace of consciousness remained, what I heard was the gritted hatred. I still remember that the two of them scuffled in the fields in order to snatch the ghosts in the village. Afterwards, I smiled happily. At that time, the grievances and grievances could be resolved, why do I have to hate them to the bone because of obsession?

Zhuang Hua, are you stupid?I'm still ignorant...

After completely losing consciousness, Luan Mu didn't know how long he had been in a coma. When he woke up, he felt cold all over his body. He lowered his head and found that he was tied to a cross iron frame, and his clothes were already wet. He didn't know where he was. , only knew that his head hurt like an ant biting him. After he regained his composure, Luan Mu saw a person sitting in front of him. Soon he realized his situation.

"Brother Yi hasn't seen you for a few days, so it's fine if you don't entertain me warmly, how come you greet me with cold water?"

"Your Majesty Judge already knows everything, so why pretend to be stupid?"

Wan Chengche's tone was cold, and Luan Mu looked around. He found that the room was actually painted with a bright red unicorn talisman. In the center of the talisman stood a thick iron pillar wrapped around a snake mother, and a man was tied to the iron pillar. , the man lowered his head powerlessly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Through the dim wall fire, Luan Mu saw the man's face clearly. He recognized this man, but suddenly he felt anger welling up in his chest. He turned his head and stared at Wan Teng in the shadows. thorough.

"Why is Jimo Ren here? You slaughtered the Jimo clan?!"

"Don't adults know?"

He remembered that Axi said that she and Wan Tuche had followed him to Jimo Village, but at that time they only knew his identity as a judge, but they didn't tell him that Wan Tuche had turned back to Tu Village.

"Ah Xi also knows about this?"

"A Xi?"

In the shadows, Luan Mu couldn't see Wan Tuche's face clearly. When he mentioned this person, Wan Tuche paused for a moment, not knowing what kind of thoughts were contained in this moment of silence.

"She's a good girl and I couldn't bear to involve her in it."

"And yet you did it anyway."

"I originally planned to hide it, but Axi was so smart that I saw through my identity in Wuling, so I took advantage of the situation and asked her to help you lead you to the river, but it turned out to be her dead end. "

Wan Chengche spoke calmly and without disturbance. Luan Mu frowned slightly for his remarks. If Axi really did not participate in the massacre as he said, why would she be sentenced to the tenth hell?

"Is Jimo Ren alive or dead?"

"Neither life nor death."

"You don't hesitate to slaughter the village to capture him, what is your purpose?"

"You don't need to know."

It seems that Wan Chengche didn't intend to answer this question, so Luan Mu asked other questions instead.

"Zhuang Hua said that there is a deal with you, what kind of deal is it?"

"Since it's a deal between me and him, I can't say it alone."

"I am the bargaining chip in this deal?"

"Yes and no."

Wan Chengche got up from the seat and walked slowly, and when he walked out of the shadows and was exposed to the candlelight, Luan Mu looked at the face in surprise. Scars spread on it, and the skin covered by the black marks was uneven, like a poisonous snake eroding and entangled.

Luan Mu looked indifferently at the black marks on his face. The marks were hidden under his collar and extended from his right hand. The black marks probably covered half of his body. He recalled that when he was in the mass grave in Quni, He once saw this mark hidden under his wristband, thought it was the injury of the wraith spirit and didn't pay attention to it, but now seeing this appearance, Luan Mu recognized it at a glance. He remembered that there was a folk saying about it, called it For ghost claw marks.

But these ghost claw marks are not made by ghosts at all. People in the ghost world call them Wusheng, which is a punishment for those who have peeped at their Yuxi fate. Once the black marks cover the whole body, the time of death is approaching.

Wan Chengche is looking for a dead end?Luan Mu sneered.

"Let me speculate, your fate is not good."

Wan Tuche stood in front of Luan Mu, his eyes were full of frost, and he had long since lost his former chivalry.

"Does your lord know the geometry of my fate?"

"Brother Yi is really good at joking. I am in charge of the book of life and death, but not the affairs of Chensu list. I don't even know my own fate, so how can I know you?"

"My fate is indeed as the adults said, not good."

"Then let me speculate again, your spirit has something to do with fate?"

"No wonder Axi is so smart, presumably she must have been around adults for a long time."

"So you arrested me this time to make me take the blame for your brutality?"

"not quite."

"I don't know that I have other uses besides this function?"

"I want the book of life and death in your hand."

Luan Mu didn't answer, but avoided Wan Chengche's gaze, he glanced at Jimo Ren who looked like a living dead, he couldn't guess what this person's plan was.

"What's the use of life and death?"

"Does your lord know how Yuhui was defeated?"

"Isn't it because of a natural disaster?"

"No, it's not."

Wan Tuche uttered these words weakly, and he turned his head to stare at the Yuhui gate emblem carved on the side wall with lingering eyes. It was a huge kapok pattern. He approached and touched the groove in it, his fingertips seemed gentle.

"I was originally born in an ordinary family in a remote village outside Lanling. My mother plucked silk and weaved cloth every day, my father cut firewood and farmed every day. I also have a younger sister. The pot of clear porridge was divided among four people, and their lives were not rich, but they were safe. Later, when I was eight years old, my house suddenly caught fire. I escaped the fire because I happened to be grazing cattle outside, but my parents and sister were buried. In the sea of ​​fire..."

With his home gone, the eight-year-old Wan Tuche had to wander alone in Lanling City. Sometimes when he was so hungry, he would fight with the dog for food. He stayed outside the teahouse every day, hoping to get some leftovers. However, he was driven away by the shopkeeper. When he hid in the corner and thought he was about to starve to death, Yuhui's Tianyi priest happened to find him, and the Taoist priest took him into Yuhuimen and took him in as his disciple.

And because he was disgusted by his classmates because he was sour when he entered Yuhui, Wan Tuche didn't care. He put on the new clothes given by his master, knowing that others didn't like him, so he tried to avoid him as much as possible. Whether it was practicing or going to the school, he walked alone, and he didn't talk to anyone except Master. At first, everyone thought he was dirty, but later they thought he was dirty and strange.