I'm not a drama god

As Han Meng's voice rang out, the area under his feet continued to rise in the courtroom. The black law enforcement officer's windbreaker fluttered without wind, like the final judge of the truth in this area.

At the same time, the defendant's seat rose in front of Teacher Ye.

Countless chains bound Mr. Ye's body. He knelt in the dock. The scene in front of him gradually overlapped with the verdict in his memory more than 300 years ago. In a trance, he seemed to see himself in the dock angrily accusing Chu Changqing and the nine bases...

But this time, Teacher Ye was very quiet.

He knelt there quietly, with his head lowered, like a desperate confessor awaiting a death sentence.

"…It should have been done long ago." Teacher Ye smiled bitterly.

Xiao Chu, ah Xiao Chu...

If you had been a little harder-hearted back then, and had executed me directly in court...how great would that have been?

"In court..."

"Shanghai-listed company, the second son of Ye Jianguo and Han Xuewen, the leader of the fusion faction... Ye Mu."

As the verdict of the crime was issued, Han Meng's pupils were tinged with a hint of dark red. Those eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything, stared at the figure kneeling in the dock... The low voice echoed over the courtroom like an unquestionable oracle.

At this moment, sin and punishment intertwined in Han Meng's eyes. Those past events flooded into his mind and were slowly placed on the scale of "justice".

Not knowing what he saw, he was a little distracted for a moment...

The last time this kind of hesitation occurred was when Chen Ling was being tried in the Wuji Realm.

When good and evil coexist in chaos, black and white are like a madly spinning yin and yang fish. You are in me and I am in you. It is no longer possible to distinguish and measure them using conventional methods... But Han Meng did not make a random decision. The scale of justice in his heart kept rising and falling with a creaking sound, weighing the weight of every inch of humanity in great detail.

Finally, he seemed to have made a decision.

He held the hammer in one hand and slowly raised the muzzle of the gun with the other hand...

Teacher Ye sitting in the dock took a deep breath, closed his eyes quietly, and waited for death to come.

The next moment, Han Meng's calm and firm voice rang out over the courtroom:

"Ye Mu, not guilty."

Teacher Ye was stunned.

As if he suspected he had heard it wrong, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Han Meng in the courtroom in confusion...

At the same time, the black muzzle of Han Meng's gun had already passed Teacher Ye who was kneeling in the dock, and was aimed straight at the nothingness above Teacher Ye!

over there,

A vague storm of thoughts emerged in the courtroom!

"Si Zai, you deserve to die!!!" Han Meng's eyes flashed with light. He stood there straight and pulled the trigger at Si Zai without fear!

boom--! ! !

The moment Han Meng pulled the trigger, the courtroom let out a deafening roar, and countless dazzling lightning shot out from behind Han Meng, as if gathering into a spear of justice that could penetrate everything, whistling towards the storm of thoughts above Teacher Ye!

Violent thunder exploded in the sky above the Tribunal, and a scorching and dazzling deep blue sun glared like the eye of justice!

boom--! ! !

The surging air waves swept through every corner of the trial, making Han Meng's law enforcement officer's windbreaker rustle!

Teacher Ye looked at this scene in disbelief, as if he didn't understand why Han Meng would give up judging him... He slowly raised his head to look at the sky, and the flashing Eye of Thunder began to slowly dissipate and disappear...

A vague storm of thoughts was still surging over Teacher Ye intact.

Opened in the storm in the empty pupils,

Si Zai's gaze seemed to be using the storm as a medium, staring directly at Han Meng in the courtroom. Faintly, sarcastic laughter echoed in the sky.

Just you...

Do you also want to judge me?

Although Han Meng is the leader of the judgment now, he is only at the seventh level. Even if he wants to judge Si Zai, let alone whether his attack can hit Si Zai who has no physical body, even if he hits it, it will not cause much damage.

Han Meng actually knew this, but he still firmly chose to judge Si Zai...

Being unable to do something and not doing it are two different things.

If we don’t do it, justice will be hard to achieve.

"I really can't judge you." Han Meng said coldly.

"But in this world, there will always be someone who can do it... Justice will not be absent."

In the storm, Si Zai's sarcastic and arrogant laughter became clearer and clearer. It glanced at Han Meng casually, and a storm of thoughts that could not be seen by the naked eye, carrying a terrifying pressure, crashed into Han Meng's body!

That was a world-destroying disaster struck from a distance!

"Do not!!!"

In the dock, Mr. Ye's eyes widened instantly, and a similar storm of thoughts burst out from the bottom of his heart, crashing into Si Zai's attack, deviating its trajectory slightly, and almost brushing past Han Meng's body!

The eyes that came from the world-destroying disaster immediately fell back on Teacher Ye, seemingly with a hint of anger.

At this moment, Teacher Ye seemed to understand something.

Without hesitation, he took out the last two potions in his arms, thrust them into his chest, one on the left and one on the right, and injected all the potions into his body...

"puff--!!!"

Teacher Ye suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, blood flowed out from his eyes, nose, and ears. Even his capillaries burst in large pieces, staining his skin with a layer of blood red.

"The spirit and the body are closely connected..."

"You can control my thoughts at will on weekdays, but when I overdraw my body and forcibly raise my spiritual level, even you can't easily control me who has the same ability as you!"

Teacher Ye's vitality quickly collapsed. He turned into a bloody man, staring at the storm, and spoke hoarsely,

"I've been your puppet all my life..."

"In the last ten minutes, I will live for myself."

As the triple potion was injected into his body, Mr. Ye's spirit expanded rapidly. He could clearly feel that a thought was trying to interfere with his brain, but he, who also had a thought storm, had turned his brain into a battlefield, fighting desperately with the power of the thought disaster!

Mr. Ye’s ability comes from Si Zai. Even if he risks his life, he cannot defeat Si Zai... Now the only thing he can do is to protect the last bit of himself.

Teacher Ye waved his bloody palm, a storm of thoughts swept through, and the surrounding courtroom was forcibly pressed back into nothingness!

In the devastated laboratory,

Teacher Ye dragged his bloody body and staggered towards Han Meng.

Han Meng was looking at him with a frown. After a long while, he spoke in a deep voice:

“…You’re dying.”

"I should have died long ago." Teacher Ye laughed miserably. "Finally, I would like to ask Commander Han Meng for a favor..."

"You said."

"Lend me your gun."

Han Meng's eyes fell on the gun in his hand. "This gun can only exert its power because of the blessing of Judgment. Without me, it is just an ordinary pistol."