is this marriage

Zhong Ye's dog was once again blacklisted by the ghost officer in charge of traffic control for speeding at night, and banned from the road for three years.

On the way, Jiang Yuluo woke up with difficulty, and instinctively tightened his grip on Zhong Ye's neck and tried his best to get into his arms. Meng Zhoulian coughed gently from the side, and Jiang Yuluo finally restrained himself a little. He glanced at him unhappily.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Meng Zhoulian folded his hands, "I'm afraid I won't be able to snatch Zhong Ye away?"

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhong Ye hugged Jiang Yuluo, the person in his arms had an ugly face, pale lips, cloudy eyes, and looked terminally ill.He also specifically checked the life and death book, Jiang Yuluo's lifespan should not stop there.

"I'm fine, maybe I just ate too much sweet."

Jiang Yuluo pressed his temples and tried to explore the body with what little spiritual power he had left, but unfortunately he didn't find anything abnormal except his stomach was a little full.

"After a while, you should feel that life is better than death."

Meng Zhoulian sighed, and turned into a mirror in front of Jiang Yuluo. Through himself in the reflection, Jiang Yuluo roughly understood what Meng Zhoulian meant.

Their ghost officials all have the ability to see "dead energy", and they also use "dead energy" to distinguish between wandering souls and living people. Jiang Yuluo's face in the mirror is gray and pale, with a strong dead energy, which is about to die. Talented people will have the performance.

"Could it be the curse left by Heisha... Ugh—"

Before Jiang Yuluo could finish his sentence, a severe nausea surged into his throat, as if the fierce magma from the Abyss of Rebirth had been moved into his belly, and the burning pain began to gallop and spread in his body from the inside out .

"It won't be him,"

Meng Zhoulian pinched his nose and stood a little further away, looking in admiration at Zhong Ye who was still holding Jiang Yuluo tightly and gently patted him on the back,

"Heisha has died in my hands, and the traces of his spells should disappear with it."

"But the sky lock on my body hasn't disappeared yet."

"That means there is someone else who sealed you and erased your memory,"

Meng Zhoulian paused, and rarely looked at Jiang Yuluo in tacit understanding, "If it wasn't for the spell from the Nine Heavens, you should have been able to lift it yourself with your strength, and you don't need Zhong Jiyang to help you again and again. But now There is another reason for your illness, I think, it has a lot to do with your constitution."

"My... constitution...?"

Seeing the other half of the "bridge pier" brought by Meng Zhoulian, Jiang Yuluo bit his lip hard, trying to recall the reason why he stole the pier under the piercing pain.

His memory has always been incomplete.

The shrewd and cunning Jiang Pan seems to have many unknown secrets in the underworld, and he holds great power, but the more he investigates, the more he forgets.

Along with the chains in his body, the spell that took root and grew in his body can suppress his memory, and seal all thoughts that deviate from Takitian's needs and plans, so at first Heisha never thought that he could secretly conspire with Zhong Jiyang to rebel.

But why would he steal the "bridge pier"?From childhood to adulthood, both Heisha and the old Hades have more or less warned Jiang Yuluo not to provoke Meng Po...

Jiang Yuluo closed his eyes, Takitian was ambitious, and if he wanted to get his hands on the underworld, the first thing he had to cross was the "bridge" that separated Jiuzhongtian and the underworld. If he was Takitian's puppet raised in the underworld, help him steal it. The key may be logical, but...

"You obviously had the opportunity to steal the complete 'bridge pier', but you deliberately destroyed it and even left half of it for me," Meng Zhoulian looked at Jiang Yuluo and helped him figure out the reason he couldn't recall ,

"I guess your intention is not to help Takiten open the 'bridge', but to find a way to seal this passage permanently. You don't trust me to keep the key, so you just stole half of it, just in case. From this point of view, the undercover agent you sent as Takiten has no professional ethics at all."

"But Heisha told me that I only increased your burden by stealing this half of the key."

Jiang Yuluo leaned against Zhong Ye's chest with half of her face, and did not deny Meng Zhoulian's guess.He just noticed that Zhong Ye never let go of him or wanted to question him.

"really,"

Meng Zhoulian twitched the corners of his lips and sneered, "And Longtian never thought that he could take the key from me from the beginning. The way he opened the 'bridge' was you."

"what?"

Jiang Yuluo was almost out of breath. He remembered the fear and loss that pierced his heart. He had clearly found out his own background, but no matter how he pretended to be confused, the memories related to the truth were still in his mind. He can exist for one night at most, and when he wakes up the next day, he will become the obedient leader of all judgments supported by Heisha and the old Hades.

"Your physique is exactly the same as my 'bridge pier'. In other words, you should be another key created by Takiten."

Meng Zhoulian's words are gentle, but they fall into Jiang Yuluo's ears like knives. The short word "key" erases all other meanings of his existence, like an inescapable shackle It was engraved on him - Takiten didn't need the key to have much spirituality, as long as it could open the "bridge".

Many years ago, Jiang Judgment tried his best to steal half of the "bridge piers" from Meng Zhoulian, and in the lonely Chen Mo Hell, he confirmed that the "bridge piers" were indeed inextricably linked with him—they They all have pure yang energy that does not belong to the underworld, that's why he was scalded by the ice jade chess pieces, and that's why he found those ghosts so hard to swallow.

At that time, Jiang Yuluo didn't know who to consult with. Every plant and tree around him might be Heisha's eyeliner. He calmed down his emotions almost desperately and calmly. Heaven is at war.

He is not willing to be an object in the hands of others, and he is even more unwilling to stretch Tian's hand into hell.

"There are many things about you that I can't figure out,"

Meng Zhoulian propped his face, and leaned against the huge soft ear of the hellhound summoned by Zhong Ye, "Since Long Tian has won over the old king of hell and created your key, why didn't he directly attack the underworld? What kind of judge did you support to become the head of the judge, and you want to train you to be the next King of Hades?"

"Because he is afraid of Zhong Ye."

Jiang Yuluo's breath was weak, his body was already in a mess, and the spiritual flow ran wild and exploded, corroding his internal organs, he held his breath so that he didn't look very painful:

"The remnant soul of Zhong Jiyang... told me that Long Tian couldn't beat him or you when he was young, and now that Zhong Ye, who has inherited his mantle, and you are both in the underworld, he will definitely weaken your strength first. "

"Just by him?"

Meng Zhoulian snorted coldly. Before he and Zhong Jiyang fell into hell because of their own reasons, Long Tian was indeed the bottom of the three of them. If it wasn't for his old problems, he would also be facing Long Tian now. Not so weak.

"Now it seems that he is not impossible."

Jiang Yuluo glanced lightly at the silver bell on Meng Zhoulian's ankle, which was even worse than the sky lock in his body.

"That's not something you should worry about."

Meng Zhoulian glanced at Zhong Ye lightly while speaking, Zhong Ye was smart, even if he and Jiang Yuluo were hiding it intentionally, he must be able to guess some of the truth himself.

However, this god of the underworld who was cultivated by Meng Zhoulian and who will be able to stand up to Long Tian in the future does not look scary at all, even more approachable than Zhong Kui in the cartoon New Year picture. Vigorously, little by little, he separated Jiang Yuluo's tightly clenched fingers.

No one knew what Zhong Ye was thinking at the moment, Meng Zhoulian stretched his waist, and cast his eyes on Jiang Yuluo who was suffering like a drowning cat:

"I thought I could pry something out of your mouth, but I didn't expect you to have so many seals on your body. But even if it was the curse that Long Tian personally cast on you, Zhong Jiyang spent so much time helping you back then, it's impossible for Zhong Jiyang to help you at all. No."

"Are you doubting me?"

"Yeah, after all, you have no reason to betray Takiten, besides, who knows if you're lying to me or if you really forgot when you said 'forgotten'."

Jiang Yuluo gritted his teeth and stood up from Zhong Ye's arms, still did not deny Meng Zhoulian's words, but looked at Zhong Ye in a daze:

"What about you?"

"I said,"

Zhong Ye said calmly, "We are husband and wife, and I will always protect you."

"But protecting me doesn't mean trusting me all the time. What's more, the person who married you is me as a human being. When I return to the underworld and put on the chief judge's uniform again, what will you choose?"

Because of retching and dull pain, Jiang Yuluo's eyes were flushed with weakness, and his tone was full of hopeless gasps, but even so, the emotion in his eyes was still elusive, like a ray of wind that couldn't be grasped, In the next second, you can skyrocket, or you can fall into the abyss forever.

"Let's go home first and take care of your current body."

Zhong Ye stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Yuluo's wrist, but Meng Zhoulian, who was originally standing behind him, suddenly made a move. The wind in his palm, which was clung to by the moonlight, was extremely fast, and the wind and sand blew up in an instant. Rain falls.

"What's the meaning of this, little uncle?"

Zhong Ye stood up to block Jiang Yuluo's blow, but he also let go of Jiang Yuluo's hand.

"You shouldn't have trusted him."

Meng Zhoulian said coldly, the moonlight turned into a huge sickle blade, and the light of the knife pointed directly at Jiang Yuluo.

Zhong Ye stood firmly in front of Jiang Yuluo, and unceremoniously fought back the swords and swords from Meng Zhoulian one by one.

"He's right."

Jiang Yuluo sighed, the person who was still as fragile as a brittle wind just now became strong and flamboyant in the blink of an eye, and even the ten thousand miles of glaciers under his eyes became clear,

"Zhong Ye, you shouldn't trust me too much."

"Don't move!"

The moment Zhong Ye realized what he was going to do, he immediately wove the wind net, but the spirit technique was still a step behind, the wind was clanging, and the person who was nestled in his arms a few minutes ago had turned into three or five paper kites, struggling The broken moonlight and evening wind disappeared into the night in an instant.

"It's useless to let your wife escape from under your nose."

Seeing this, Meng Zhoulian put away the moon sickle, folded his arms and looked like a spectator hanging high.

"You scared him."

"I'm just testing it out. What's the result? He's the key that can replace 'Qiao Pier'. It's wise for me to kill him now, otherwise you won't have a place to cry until the day Takiten relies on him to attack the underworld."

"Go back."

Zhong Ye ignored Meng Zhoulian's persuasion, "He belongs to me now, no matter what happens, I should be responsible."

"What kind of nonsense are you doing?"

Meng Zhoulian was speechless, "He belongs to Longtian, what does it have to do with you?"

"I am the one who married him,"

Zhong Ye raised his hand, and the late night wind slowly flowed into a mist-like vortex, forming a vague teleportation formation, "Didn't you say, little uncle, that after casting this curse with him, he will be mine. "

"...Oh. I think I said that,"

Meng Zhoulian scratched his head. He babbled too much in front of Zhong Ye, so he couldn't remember clearly.But he had never seen Zhong Ye's terrifying appearance before—he looked extremely calm on the surface, but there was a chilling shadow in his eyes... Is Zhong Ye's possessive desire at work?

"You want to find Jiang Yuluo? Do you know where he is?"

"If you're determined to kill him, we'd better let it go."

"It doesn't matter to me,"

Meng Zhoulian shrugged, and after thinking for a moment, he added seemingly unintentionally, "Like 'Qiaodun', he was originally a pure yang thing, but because he was forced to eat ghosts by Heisha for a long time, he became dependent on the underworld. Now that I haven’t taken it for too long, it will cause the disharmony between yin and yang, and it will feel like I’m going to die.”

"……thanks."

Zhong Ye nodded, and plunged into the teleportation formation he forged.

The gate of heaven is open, and the households of the earth are connected.

He knew Jiang Yuluo too well, so almost the moment Jiang Yuluo fled, he already knew where he would flee to.

Watching Zhong Ye leave, Meng Zhoulian coughed up a mouthful of pus and blood stuck in his throat, and the blood dripped on the fur of the Cerberus, looking like blooming flowers of the other side.

As he said, it was nothing more than an old illness. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips as usual, and raised his palm to look at a paper kite that flew into his finger at the moment of the conflict, with some kind of scribbled on it. passing circle,

"Is this Jiang Juan's sincerity?"

Meng Zhoulian chuckled lightly, unfolded the kite, and it turned out to be a guiding talisman, and saw the talisman waddling up into the air, pointing out a direction for him.