I heard that the underworld judge has a crush on me

The flow of time in the heavenly world is different from that in the mortal world. By the time the young man was sent to the lower realm, the fire of karma had been raging in the human world for several days.

Lin Xiangnan stood behind the young man with his hands behind his back. In front of him was the wilderness swept by the fire. The ground was full of scorched and bald marks, and the surroundings were filled with a pungent smell. It was suffocating.

This scene is so familiar—it is exactly the same as the illusion he experienced in that fanshan.

Only then did he suddenly remember the similarities between the two, the same karmic fire descended from the sky, the same immortality, mortals run away in despair, and he is in it, but there is nothing he can do.

Lin's father and Lin's mother's voice and smile are still vivid in his mind, and the despair and helplessness he experienced in the illusion are still unforgettable. That experience only gave him short-term happiness, and cruelly made him ruin everything with his own hands...

He thought those were just false ideas, but now it seems that everything in the illusion is actually constructed according to the once real background.

Lin Xiangnan seemed to have heard the ironic ridicule of the hands behind the scenes.

——Look, you can't save them, whether it's reality or fantasy.

What is the use of a natural divine body?What's the use of proud strength?In any case, you can only watch mortals struggling in the sea of ​​suffering in vain like in an illusion.

Desperate?

Helpless?

But this is the fact.

The truth is what it is.

……

If Lin Xiangnan can't figure out who is behind the scenes until now, he really has something wrong with his mind.

Knowing what happened back then, and being strong enough to prevent Chu Yunxian from noticing any problems, he tried every means to prevent him from recovering his memory, and knew how to choose such an illusion to crush his heart... People who meet these conditions, except for Wei Qian, the priest of the universe Ning, it is impossible to have others.

But there was only one thing that Lin Xiangnan couldn't understand. If he wanted to bury the truth of the year, why didn't Wei Qianning just kill him, why didn't Wei Qianning take so much trouble to prevent him from recovering his memory?

Is there any other reason?

But before the memory develops to that point, his question is destined to be unanswered. After all, the most important thing for young people right now is how to save the disaster caused by karma.

Lin Xiangnan watched the young man running around, casting spells to take back the karmic fire raging on the ground, helping people dig up relatives who were buried under the burnt-down house, carrying exhausted children to the cave for refuge, and helping those who could not walk. Elderly man salvages burnt home...

As time went by, the unrestrained and unrestrained young man in the past was no longer beautiful. He tried his best to save people, digging up ten fingers to the bone, running until the soles of his two cloth boots were exposed, and the robe on his body was already extremely dirty. Clear color, but even so, this protracted catastrophe cannot be saved by his behavior like shaking a tree alone.

After running tirelessly like this for an unknown amount of time, when passing by a burned village, the young man suddenly heard a few faint calls for help.

This area has been seriously affected by the disaster, and the karmic fire has been raging for many days. The young man has searched here for several days, but he still has not found a few living people. Now he suddenly heard the long-lost cry for help, and he couldn't help but cheer up, and immediately flew to the place where the sound came from. go.

The place where these people were trapped was like a shop selling paintings, and there were many burnt scrolls scattered around. Although they were a little tattered, the vividness and subtlety of those paintings could still be seen.

Ah Xian should like these.

The young man was a little dazed for a while.

However, the situation was urgent, he only glanced at it briefly, then immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "Get you out immediately."

After all, he had mana in his body. After a while, he dug out these people from the ruins. Among them were old people and young children. They seemed to be hiding here for refuge, but unfortunately they were trapped inside by the collapsed houses.

The leader looked like a gentle scholar, and the cry for help just now came from him. Although he was too weak to stand upright, he still insisted on bowing to the young man, and sincerely said: "Thank you benefactor for saving your life. kindness."

benefactor?

The young man couldn't help but smile wryly, how could he be worthy of this title as a redeemer?

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the man recalled just now that he had the power to put out the fire by moving the house with a wave of his hand, and said cautiously: "I see that you have a good posture, and I think you must be a very important person. Know your name?"

"As you can see, I'm a painter." Seeing the doubtful expression on the young man's face, the man pointed to the scrolls scattered at his feet, scratched his head a little awkwardly, and explained: "Although the painting skills are not perfect, they are barely It can be sold. This time, you helped me escape from death, and I only have this skill to thank you."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of paper that hadn't been completely destroyed from the ground, picked up a piece of charcoal and smeared it on the paper, but with a few strokes, a handsome young man appeared on the paper.

The man put away the charcoal, rubbed his fingers in embarrassment, and said: "If I am lucky enough to live until the end of the disaster, I will enshrine your portrait and pass it down from generation to generation. That's why I want to ask you The name taboo, for future generations to call."

The young man was silent for a while, then suddenly reached out to erase the painting in the man's hand, and said hoarsely: "Don't draw the face, just draw the back."

"As for the address..." As if remembering something happy, the corner of the young man's mouth, which he hadn't touched for a long time, curved in a rare way, and his eyes softened accordingly. He said suddenly: "I am Kanli from the heaven, because I can't bear this catastrophe in the human world, so I came down to this world to rescue you, which is like being in the water and fire."

The so-called cause and effect always has its own definite number in the dark.