I, Yuelao, quit!

The boat was overturned by a sudden huge wave, and everyone was sucked into the sea of ​​blood.

Bai Li paddled forward lazily like a dog, with the giant knife on his back.

Su Yun tightly grasped Lu Sheng's sleeve while the world was spinning.

Lu Sheng was submerged in the water by the huge waves, as silently as if he was drowning.

Not even the slightest struggle.

Su Yun's heart sank immediately.

He no longer cared about concealing his identity, and with a glimmer of light in his hand, he tightly held the Asking Fate Staff.

The ordinary mortal attire on his body instantly changed into a bright red Yuelao robe, and the large sleeves of the robe were blown up by the strong wind, flying in the air.

The circle of red thread wrapped around his white wrist extended infinitely into the water, tightly bound Lu Sheng's body, and led him out of the sea.

Lu Yue who was tied up into zongzi and hung in the air: ...

He was still thinking about how to break the illusion without telling Xiao Yuelao, so that he was as quiet as drowning.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he was roughly picked up by the red thread.

Wen Yuan stick lightly touches the surface of the sea, and thousands of red lines float in the air.

Su Yun frowned tightly. He stepped in mid-air, looked around at the fluctuating red lines, then stretched out his hand, and pinched one of them accurately.

The continuous red line swayed slightly, pointing out a way to the small island in the middle of the ocean for him.

Bai Li looked at Su Yun who was stepping in mid-air, her two desperately paddling hands paused, and almost sank directly into the ocean.

In addition to paying attention to whether Lu Sheng is still angry, Su Yun also gave some attention to the director's former lover.

The wide red robe was turned over, and the red thread thrown out from it also bound Bai Li and Xi Xue round and round, and brought them up into the air.

Su Yun silently said 'offended' in his heart, and then said to several people.

"Let's go to the middle island first."

In fact, there is no small island in this illusion, but he just frantically built one with red thread temporarily.

Bai Li didn't know if it was a natural optimist, or he didn't know how to write the word 'death', but he still looked at him leisurely.

He sighed, "...the old man under the moon is not an old man."

Just as Su Yun sat down on the red line cushion, he took out the bronze mirror from the storage bag, and wiped the gray mirror with all his might.

Hearing Bai Li's words, his hand to polish the bronze mirror froze.

"..."

The allusion of the old man under the moon originally came from the director who became the old man who went down to earth to hold the red line.

And there is a reason why the director chose to go down to earth in the appearance of an old man.

When Qin Wuyuan was still in the Department of Prison and Punishment, he went down to the mortal world several times without changing his appearance, and was entangled tightly by a frivolous apprentice.

At that time, the Deng Tuzi still cultivated the way of immortality, and lived for hundreds of years without changing his appearance, sticking to the director like a cowhide plaster.

He didn't know how many generations he had pestered the chief.

From the general of the first life, the national teacher of the second life, the prince of the third life, until the last life...

In several lifetimes in the mortal world, the director 'died' in the flames of war or in the battle with the big monster according to the fate book written by the commander.

But when the director went down to earth again because of his mission, the apprentice seemed to have a dog's nose. No matter what the director turned into, he could always smell the director's breath sensitively at the first time, and successfully continued to stick to it. on the Secretary.

Qin Wuyuan desperately wanted to get rid of this rogue 'dog skin plaster', but he couldn't get rid of him no matter what.

And that shameless Deng Tuzi happened to be surnamed Bai Mingli.

Feeling that Hongxian Island was being swept away by the turbulent waves again, Su Yun quickly stopped these wild thoughts and called Qin Wuyuan frantically.

"Director, Director! Call for help!!!"

The bronze mirror did not respond, only reflecting his anxious face.

"Director, Director! Your little secretary is about to die in the world!!!"

The bronze mirror remained indifferently unchanged.

Su Yun: "..."

He sank into his dantian, held his breath, and shouted at the mirror, "Director, I found your lover from the previous life! Now he..."

Before he could finish speaking, the mirror rubbed against it to shine brightly, and the clarity of the copper mirror rose exponentially in an instant.

Qin Wuyuan was sitting in front of the table, wearing the Yuelao Secretary's uniform with gold silk embroidered mandarin ducks, and looked as if he was about to attend the wedding as a groom.

Su Yun fell silent again, "..."

This distinction should not be too obvious.

But the director's eyes were not on himself, but fixed on Bai Li behind him.

Bai Li was carrying the huge knife, and looked at Qin Wuyuan through the bronze mirror, with a bit of blankness appearing on her face again.

Xiao Su Yun, who was completely ignored, shook the mirror violently, and cleverly changed the subject.

"Director, he is in danger, hurry up and ask the people from the Department of Prison and Punishment to come down and rescue him!"

Qin Wuyuan looked back as if nothing had happened, but the hand holding the pen kept trembling slightly.

Bai Li, who was carrying a huge knife, kept staring at Qin Wuyuan, and the look of foolishness on his face disappeared completely.

Qin Wuyuan wanted to pretend he didn't care and sneered, but the trill in his words couldn't be concealed no matter what.

"Fool, I have taught him for hundreds of years that if he can beat him, he will go up, if he can't beat him, he will run wildly, go back and stay quietly in the corner... I will come down immediately."

Su Yun, who was in a dangerous situation and had to swallow dog food tenaciously, burst into tears.

"Director, have you forgotten that you have been banned from descending to the mortal world? You should report to the Department of Supervision and Punishment as soon as possible. I always feel that this incident has something to do with the theft of the fate book..."

Before he could finish speaking, the mirror had completely dimmed.

Bai Li's eyes didn't move away, her brows became more and more wrinkled.

Su Yun gave up struggling: ...

If the director came down in person, he might only need to step on the ground lightly, and this crisp paper illusion would fall apart in an instant.

After all, the director used to be the deputy director of the Department of Prison and Punishment, so needless to say, his combat power is more than enough to compare with Director Lu.

But it is estimated that when the director who went down to earth without authorization returns to the heaven, what awaits him is the punishment from the Department of Prison and Punishment.

The illusion was slightly shaken, and a child's terrified cry suddenly came from the edge of the Red Line Island.

It was the child who was rescued by Su Yun just now.

The child was ups and downs in the water, crying loudly while desperately trying to swim to the Red Line Island.

Xi Xue, who was closest to the child, bent down and tried to reach out to the distance, trying to save the child.

Like grabbing a life-saving straw, the child immediately held her hand tightly.

With a strong hand, Xi Xue pulled the child up from the sea of ​​blood, and the wet child was immediately pulled into her arms.

The child suddenly grinned a strange and sinister smile.

Su Yun suddenly realized that something was wrong, and when he was about to rush over to pull the child away from Xi Xue's arms, the child stood up unsteadily.

"Not good! Run away!"

The child looked up at Xi Xue and said with a smile.

"Sister, you broke your oath."

Then he held the White Snake Dagger that Xi Xue was so familiar with, and his movements were steady and swift.

The dagger pierced Xi Xue's chest fiercely and precisely.

A knife through the heart.

Blood splashed out horizontally, and Xi Xue didn't even react, and when she was still looking down at the child in disbelief, half of her body's flesh and blood had been scattered in smoke.

She opened her mouth, trying to spit out a name with all her strength.

But when she just said "Yu", the ground suddenly ignited a raging blue flame, sweeping like a tsunami and directly engulfing her whole body.

The second half of the name was completely submerged in her shrill and desperate screams.

... Xi Xue died.

The child turned his head slowly, his neck creaking, only his head turned around stiffly, but his body still turned his back to everyone.

He stuck out his tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared straight at Lu Yue, as if admiring some delicious food.

But he showed a childlike innocent smile.

Innocence and evil are rubbed together on the same immature face at the same time.

He tilted his head and smiled at Lu Yue.

"The next one is you."

Su Yun raised the stick of asking fate, pulled the red thread hard, and pulled Lu Sheng to his side.

He stood in front of Lu Sheng with a solemn expression, and pulled out a rusty iron sword from the storage bag.

When Lu Yue saw the iron sword, his pupils shrank suddenly, and some long-sealed memory seemed to explode in his head.

...that was the first sword he ever had.

Su Yun was well aware of the truth that 'decent villains die from too much talk and untimely curiosity', so he didn't say a word of nonsense, and straightly drew his sword out of its sheath neatly, and confronted the child's dagger head-on.

The thick iron sword is covered with black and blue rust patterns, and the blade is extremely blunt, holding back the dark light of a long time.

It seems to be so old that it can only be placed in a history museum for people to visit.

But when it meets a sharp dagger, the seemingly indestructible dagger is as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.

The iron sword cut the dagger into two almost destructively.

Su Yun didn't soften his heart, he raised the iron sword again, and sent the blade straight into the child's throat.

Like all dead people, the child's flesh and blood turned into smoke and dust in an instant, and then was blown away by the strong wind.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the child's eerie laughter resounded through the sky.

Su Yun frowned, subconsciously feeling something was wrong.

All of a sudden, a strong wind blew up, and the howling roar of the dark wind filled the entire illusion.

Su Yun was so scratched that he almost couldn't stand still.

A man in a flowing white shirt suddenly appeared behind Lu Sheng.

He was wearing a silver mask, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes, which seemed to be warm but with a piercing chill.

What he held was still the familiar white snake dagger.

It's just that the dagger is slightly different, covered with a layer of bright red like blood, and the white snake on it is also curled up, weakly and motionless.

The man in white appeared silently. He smiled slightly at Su Yun, and then raised his dagger at Lu Yue whose back was facing him.

Su Yun only felt that his body weighed a thousand catties, and the whole portrait was trapped in the quagmire and could not move.

Xiaolong poked Lu Yue desperately and said in shock.

"The widow was forced to reveal his clone! Lu Yue, the time has come!"

Lu Yue felt the coldness that the dagger was about to stab at his back, he didn't turn around, but just said succinctly.

"Wait for him to stab."

He had to wait for the dagger to drink blood before he could track down what the widow was doing with so much life.

"You are crazy, Lu Yue! If you stab the widow with this dagger, even if it's just this body that dies, most of your soul will be destroyed. Last time when you killed the 'Prince', someone helped you block it once. Who can do it this time?" ..."

Xiaolong paused for words.

Because Su Yun rushed over.

Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce Lu Yue's back, Su Yun lowered his head, his whole body trembling slightly, his hands clenched tighter and tighter.

This scene is very similar to a hundred years ago, when he strayed into the demon world and accidentally witnessed the scene where Director Lu drew his sword and beheaded the 'Prince'.

At that time, a man in white appeared behind Director Lu, holding a dagger high and about to stab Director Lu in the back.

His mind was empty at the time, and his legs responded before his brain.

He didn't care about weighing how much he had or how much strength he had, so he rushed forward to help Director Lu block the dagger.

Now, he has made the same choice.

At the very moment, he crazily pulled out his leg from the undead's counter-resistance spell, and used up the last bit of spiritual power to teleport behind Lu Sheng.

Then he pushed Lu Sheng as far as possible, and faced the dagger that stabbed down fiercely.

At the same time, Su Yun also stabbed the iron sword deeply into the chest of the man in white.

The man in white looked down at the iron sword on his chest, and the smile in his eyes faded a bit.

His figure became more and more transparent, as if completely melting into the air.

Before disappearing completely, he looked at Su Yun and said softly.

"I finally remembered, it was you at that time."

"Xiaoyuelao, immortals are not far away from death, and once they die, they will be truly lost."

Su Yun, who was confused, did not hear these words.

The icy-cold dagger cut through the flesh abruptly, and directly pierced into his beating heart.

The white snake on the dagger sucked the flesh almost greedily, and penetrated into his chest inch by inch, devouring the blood dripping from Su Yun's chest.

This pain is not simply branded on the body, but seeps into the depths of the soul.

Before passing out of coma, Su Yun thought vaguely that it would be great if he was given hundreds of years of cultivation time.

In another 100 years, he could completely block that dagger for Director Lu back then.

In another 200 years, he can first send Lu Sheng out of this too real illusion, and then fight to the death with the man in white.

Perhaps after another 800 years of practice, he can still struggle to enter the threshold of the Prison Division.

...but he has only cultivated for less than 200 years, compared to other little immortals who have cultivated for at least a thousand years, it is too little, too little.

The illusion was completely shattered with the disappearance of the man in white, and they returned to the real entrance of the haunted house.

A fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and Su Yun coughed blood, half kneeling on the ground, the scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and his consciousness was only the last bit of sobriety.

Seeing that he finally broke through the illusion and returned to reality, he finally felt relieved.

He tried his best to give Lu Sheng a memory-erasing spell, making him forget these things that were more terrifying than nightmares.

... If the director comes down to the world, he will always help him collect the body by the way, right?

Su Yun was thinking in such a mess, his eyes suddenly went dark, his body limply slumped forward, and he completely fainted on the ground.

In the haze, he only felt that he was hugged tightly by a person, and that person kept calling his name, but the voice in his ear was getting farther and farther...

Heavenly Court, Department of Prison and Punishment.

The director's room, which had been closed for more than a hundred years, was suddenly pushed open, and Lu Yue strode out of it with an almost pale face.

He only felt that his heart was tightly grasped by a big hand, and the blood flowed reversely in an instant.

The deputy director who hurried past the door was startled, and immediately knelt down to pay his respects.

"Director! Your injury..."

Lu Yue interrupted him, and he tried to calm down, but his voice was still slightly trembling.

"It's okay, you lead all the staff out to find people with injured hands, and focus on checking the directors of each department."

"Yes!"

"Then invite Director Hua."

"...Director, is your injury still not healed?"

"No, I want to ask him...to help me save someone."