Judge, please respect yourself

Luan Mu kicked Bei Yunrong away while struggling wildly, grabbed Shi Fang who was flying past, and used him to attack. , but he still controlled it smoothly, with decisive and deadly moves. Bei Yunrong used the remaining nine swords to counterbalance, and quickly approached him when he was distracted. After grabbing the sword in his hand, he ordered Shifang to take back the sword box, At the same time, he hugged him with brute force, blocking his movements. Luan Mu tried his best to resist in his arms, but was restrained firmly. Bei Yunrong gently stroked his back, allowing him to bite and beat him.

Perhaps it was because of the exhaustion of some energy. After tossing like this for a while, the blood red in his eyes gradually faded away. It didn't take long for him to wake up. As soon as he regained his senses, he saw the cloth on Bei Yunrong's shoulders soaked in blood, and looked around. With the condition around his eyes and the fact that his hands were bound, he seemed to understand what had happened, and leaned his forehead lightly on the chest of the person in front of him.

"sorry."

The voice was extremely thin, with a sense of fatigue, and seemed like a child who had done something wrong.

Bei Yunrong patted his head, "Calm down?"

"Ah."

Seeing that he was not in the same state as before, Bei Yunrong let go of his hand, no one on the altar continued to fight, Luan Mu quickly got up and carried the day patrol to the totem and sent him back to the ghost world. But he could move his body slowly, so he refused.

And Luan Mu's loss of control this time also made Jimo Ren a little bit in awe, but the judge has always been in charge of the affairs of the underworld, maintaining the order of the ghost world, and was regarded as a god by the Jimo people, so he did not easily believe that the person in front of him was a ghost until he saw After Luan Mu took out the book of life and death, he knelt down in disbelief, then respectfully worshiped, obeyed his order to accept the sacrifice, and resettled the few of them.

The situation happened too suddenly, although Zhuang Hua and the others still had a lot to ask Luan Mu, but the night patrol needed to be taken care of because of his serious injury, so Luan Mu couldn't get away.

Ye Xun, as a handsome ghost in the ghost world, although his heart was pierced, it did not affect his life, but he had to rest in peace for a while.

Bei Yunrong handed over a small porcelain bottle, "Maybe it will be useful for night patrol."

After Luan Mu took it and opened it, the familiar smell made people cringe, "Isn't this Shen Huai?"

"Ah."

"I don't think Night Watch would necessarily like to use this."

"Why?"

Luan Mu turned his head to the side, put the vial in front of Ye Xun and shook it, "Bifang Toba is used in this medicine, do you want to use it?"

"...No need."

"Look, I said that he doesn't know how to use it. He uses this thing like cannibalism. But you, have you bandaged your shoulders? Is the wound deep?"

"fine."

"Take off your clothes and let me see."

"no need."

"After all, I caused this injury, so you can let me see it so I can feel at ease."

It was hard to refuse such a statement, so Bei Yunrong untied his clothes after hesitation, revealing the wound on his shoulder. Luan Mu's mind was in confusion at that time, for fear that Jimo Ren would stab the black iron nail engraved with the killing spirit inscription into his body. Patrolling inside the body day and night, if this is the case, they will undoubtedly die, so I was anxious at the time, and I didn't know how many times I had bitten, so that Bei Yunrong's shoulder was red with blood, but fortunately, every tooth mark was not too deep, Luan Mu Jiang wiped Shen Huai on it, and Bei Yunrong frowned slightly.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Ah."

Doesn't it hurt when the medicine goes up?

Remembering that he was tortured to death by this thing before, Luan Mu suddenly felt revenge, so he continued to smear Shen Huai on it, the man was still unmoved, he continued again, Bei Yunrong grabbed his hand , snatched the medicine bottle.

"What? Could it be that the pain is so bad that I can't bear it?"

"Take off your clothes and let me see."

"Me? I'm the one who hurt people, and I'm not hurt. It depends on whether my teeth are broken."

Bei Yunrong ignored his teasing, and looked serious, so Luan Mu had no choice but to give up, and exposed his upper body, but there was really no scar, he pulled up the front of his clothes, and looked at Bei Yunrong with a smile.

"I just said I'm not injured, do you want to see what's in my mouth?"

It was just a joke, Luan Mu looked at the other party jokingly, but he didn't know that the other party's eyes fell on his lips, looking seriously, Bei Yunrong brushed his lips with his fingers, recalling that he bared his fangs at the altar just now He used to be just a human being, how did he become what he is now?Thinking about it, I suddenly feel distressed.

There was silence in the room for a moment, and being looked at like this, Luan Mu also raised his eyes to look at the eyebrows of the person in front of him. For some reason, his heart was moved. He stroked Bei Yunrong's cheek with both hands, and lightly touched the cinnabar between the eyebrows. As warm and moist as water, it seems to be looking at the person in front of me, but it seems not.

He also looked at Bei Yunrong's lips, and slowly approached Bei Yunrong's body involuntarily. There seemed to be a longing in his heart, and he felt that his mouth was dry for a while, as if only the things in front of him could save him.

Bei Yunrong sensed his intentions, but did not back away. The distance between the two of them seemed to be separated by countless stars and seas. It seemed that the soft thing touched after a hundred turns of reincarnation.

"Luan Mu, Zhenjun Ninggong, are you alright?"

Zhuang Hua's question suddenly came from outside the door. The moment he pushed the door open, the two quickly stepped back a few feet, Bei Mao and Wen Fan also came in, not aware of the distress of the two inside the room, Xu knew Luan Mu's identity as a judge, Bei Mao's attitude was different from before, and he kept his head down without saying a word after entering the door.

But Bei Wenfan was different from him. He was more straightforward. He walked towards Luan Mu when he entered the room, "Senior Luan Mu, are you really a ghost? Is the man lying on the bed really handsome?"

"What? Do you think I'm lying to you? I can try writing your name in the book of life and death right now."

"Ah?! Don't, don't! I believe, I believe!"

"I don't believe it. You lied to me once before. How do I know if you are true or false this time?"

"Zhuang Hua, when did I lie to you?"

"You lied to me in Chaisang City that it was the art of controlling the soul, isn't it fake?"

"Didn't I be afraid to tell you that I was a ghost and scare you?"

"You have known me for more than ten years, but you never told me the truth. It seems that I have no weight in your heart."

"It's not too late for you to know now, many people don't know it all their lives."

"you……!"

Zhuang Hua originally wanted to lose his temper with this person who had concealed his identity for ten years, but he was so thick-skinned that he didn't feel any guilt at all. He was really helpless and speechless.

"God, why are you so quiet today? Don't you have anything to ask me?"

"No."

"You must be thinking that a person like me can be a ghost, right?"

Bei Mao didn't answer, because this was indeed what he thought.

"I know that I am so different from the image of the judge you saw in the ancient books. You can't accept it for a while, but you can get used to it by arguing with me slowly by my side."

"My lord, the patriarch wants to see you."

Suddenly someone shouted outside the door, Luan Mu responded and patted Beimao's head, "Okay, Ye Xun's injury is serious and he needs to rest, and you should rest earlier so as not to disturb him."

"I'll go with you."

"Then Zhuang Hua, please take care of the night patrol."

"Okay, you go."

After leaving the room, Bei Yunrong and Luan Mu followed the clansmen waiting outside to the main room. Seeing Luan Mu coming, Jimo Ren hurriedly got up from the seat to give way. Not very comfortable.

"I think I'd better sit here."

He sat down beside him, and since Lord Ghost and God said so, he didn't persuade him any more.

"The patriarch invited me here, he must have believed what I said before, right?"

After Jimo Ren opened his mouth, he sighed before saying anything.

"Exactly, about the lord saying on the altar that our family's sacrifice is to summon the soul from the ghost world, is this really true?"

"Last night, I saw that your priests were weird, so I asked the night watchman to go to the ghost world to investigate in the dead city. It happened that a ghost disappeared, and the soul you summoned today is not a ghost. It is the ghostly handsome daily patrol. Do you think it is serious? "

"This……"

Jimo Ren's right hand holding the wooden staff suddenly trembled, "Could it be that our clan doesn't have the ability to exorcise ghosts?"

"Your clan is indeed able to communicate with spirits. I don't know if it can drive away ghosts, but after death, the soul can pass through the ghost world and enter the reincarnation, so that it can continue to live in the next life, and the dead soul will never return. The patriarch is a sensible person, so he understands Whether it’s good or bad.”

"But this sacrificial offering has been handed down by the ancestors to this day. Do you want it to be broken in my hands?"

"Since Jimo believed in the benevolence and righteousness of heaven since ancient times, and now the method of sacrifice runs counter to it, should we let him make mistakes again and again?"

When asked, Jimonen was speechless for a moment. He walked towards the ox skull hanging on the wall with a wooden staff. He looked at the spirit snake with its horns wrapped around his eyes, thought for a long time, and his expression became sad for a while.

"The dead are also suffering. I hope the patriarch can cancel this method of sacrifice."

"Sacrifice is the century-old foundation of our family. I can't make a hasty decision by myself. Please forgive me."

"What does the patriarch mean?"

"This matter needs to be discussed with a hundred people in my family. I will call the whole family here in a while, but I am afraid that I will not be able to persuade it alone. If it is convenient for adults, how about staying and participating?"

"No problem at all."

The main room is indeed spacious, not long after, more than a hundred people were seated here, Luan Mu was placed in the upper seat, Bei Yunrong sat on the right, and all the Jimo people below were watching curiously but also in awe he.

After Jimo Ren told them that he wanted to get rid of the sacrifice, the clansman's reaction was extremely strong. They were reluctant to believe that the protection method they had admired for hundreds of years was against the law of heaven. It is difficult, but this sacrificial offering cannot be kept.

"My lord, must the sacrifice be cancelled?"

The clansmen had seen him out of control on the altar, so they were a little afraid of him and did not dare to speak. Unexpectedly, the first to ask a question was a child of one horn.

"Come here, kid."