When Chu Mu was touching the bone whistle in a daze, Qi Meng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly rushed forward and grabbed his wrist.

Fan Ji held the broken knife in his hand and slashed at the God of Death without hesitation.

The spear pressed against the broken knife, and the force brought by the collision of the two artifacts was like a hurricane, shattering all the doors, windows and walls.

Chu Mu pulled the two people apart who were about to fight: "What time is it? Are you still fighting?"

Fan Ji still pointed the tip of his knife at Ju Meng: "Red-haired monster, I'm warning you, don't make a move."

"——You!" Qi Meng was furious, his hair turning even redder. "Just say that again."

"Red, hairy, weird."

"I kill you!!!"

Chu Mu couldn't hold back the two bulls at all, so he simply didn't waste time and just walked away.

The two men who were about to fight each other stopped at the same time, and then chased each other without giving in.

"Chu Chu/Xiao Mu, it's all his fault."

The two spoke in unison again, blaming each other.

Chu Mu sighed silently.

He looked up at the sky speechlessly. His life was so beautiful, but he sighed so many times today.

"Fan Ji, go check on Mr. Chu first. I have something to say to Chu Meng."

Fan Ji was very unhappy, especially when Qi Meng raised his eyebrows at him provocatively.

"...Chuchu, I'll accompany you."

"Go and help me look after Madam Chu and the others. I'm worried." Chu Mu patted Fan Ji's head like coaxing a puppy, "Be good."

The effect of this touch was really good. Fan Ji changed his previous unhappiness and left with satisfaction.

"Dog," said the idiot disdainfully at his back, "What a dog."

"Let's get down to business," Chu Mu waved his hand, calling back Chu Meng's attention, "I have declared war on the Temple."

“…” He had a premonition about this result, so he was not too surprised. He just didn’t expect that this day would come so soon.

He took a deep breath: "Can you tell me the reason?"

Chu Mu told Chu Meng about all the interactions he had had, picking out some things he could share.

"Zhu Hua, I must save you," Chu Mu said calmly, looking at Zhu Meng. "I regard you as a friend. If you decide to return to the temple, I will not attack you if we actually confront each other that day."

He smiled bitterly: "What if I attack you?"

"You won't," Chu Mu chuckled, "You had countless opportunities to attack me, but not only did you not do that, you even protected me everywhere. I can't be wrong about people."

"Alas..." Meng shook her head, "You clearly know everything, yet you refuse to accept my love."

"Because I have someone in my heart," Chu Mu suddenly said frankly, "Although I still don't quite understand it, he is indeed different in my heart."

The expression on his face turned extremely ugly because of this sentence: "If you are willing to lie to me a few times to coax me, I will definitely accompany you to fight to the temple."

"But I don't want to lie to you," Chu Mu said seriously. "I can lie to my enemies, to the gods in the temple, and to the ghosts wandering in the world, but I don't want to lie to my friends."

"Friends... friends..." He chewed on the word again and again, "How many people can you consider friends?"

"Are you talking about ordinary friends or close friends?"

The wave of her eyes flickered: "Am I a close friend?"

Chu Mu nodded without hesitation: "Yes, you are."

"—That's enough," he said, suddenly relieved. "The former God of Judgment didn't consider me a friend, did he?"

“…Yes.” As the God of Judgement, Chu Mu was as ignorant as a blank sheet of paper, without any superfluous emotions.

"Then it seems I've made some progress," said Qi Meng with a wry smile, his red hair darkening. "Actually, I didn't lose. It's just that my divine appearance has deterred you."

Chu Mu didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.

"Alright, alright, if we were to talk about these things, it would take days and nights to figure it out." He put his hands behind his head and stretched lazily. "With a powerful enemy at hand, let's put it aside for now. Once you've dealt with those people in the temple, it won't be too late to slowly settle the matter."

Chu Mu smiled: "Well, you are right."

Chu Meng stretched out his finger to wipe the dark circles under Chu Mu's eyes and said, "Hurry up and go to sleep, or else you will fall down before you even reach the temple."

"good."

Chu Mu turned and left, his attitude as casual as if he was treating an old friend he trusted.

"My friend," she silently watched his back and wiped her sore eyes with her hands, "Fuck, there's sand in my eyes."

…

Chu Mu, whose soul was taken away, was very tired. He originally wanted to go to the main courtyard to see the Chu couple, but he had to give up because his legs were shaking.

He really needs a rest.

Chu Mu decided to go to sleep first.

He originally intended to take a short nap, but ended up sleeping until noon the next day.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Chu Mu saw three concerned faces.

"Awake!" The beautiful woman looked at Chu Mu with tenderness and caution.

That face is about 70% similar to Chu Mu.

"Finally you're awake," said the elegant and resolute Master Chu, feeling relieved. "Kid, I told you not to save us. It's too dangerous there."

"Uh..." Chu Mu felt a little awkward, "I don't know if you are talking to me."

"What I said to little Achu is what I said to you." The woman smiled gently, and seemed to want to reach out and rub Chu Mu's head, but she felt a little embarrassed, so she changed her mind and touched little Achu instead.

Chu Mu was slightly surprised: "You all know?"

"We found out when the Qi family's demon locked us in the locust tree." Master Chu's eyes were a little complicated.

His children, both in the past and now, shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the world, which makes him both proud and distressed.

The couple's thoughts were written on their faces. Chu Mu smiled awkwardly: "At least we can still survive, and... we are not fighting alone."

The Chu couple thought of the Tianji Sect at the same time. After a long silence, Sect Master Chu let out a sigh of relief: "Son, we must win this battle."

Chu Mu raised the corner of his lips and looked at the smaller version of himself: "Hey, if I can't win, I'll use you as a sacrifice, aren't you afraid?"

Ever since he knew Chu Mu was his future self, little Ah Chu had lost all his courtesy. He rolled his eyes and said, "If you die, I'll be gone too. How can there be a second chance? And don't you know whether I'm afraid of death or not?"

“…” Chu Mu was speechless after being confronted by himself.

Fan Ji, who was standing behind them, couldn't help but laugh out loud - Chu Chu's temper has really been the same since she was a child.

Chu Mu gave him a look without hesitation, then fell into deep thought:

Xiao Achu just reminded him of one thing: if he lost, there would be only one outcome, and that was death.

If he died, little Achu naturally could not survive.

If that’s the case, why did Hong Liu send little Achu to this world?

There must be something fishy going on here.