The iron chain in Chu Mu's hand seemed to have suddenly lost all its magic power and became like soft noodles.
Chu Mu exerted force and pulled the entire chain out of the black fog.
A deep voice floated out from the abyss: "Who are you? What do you want to see, Judge?"
Then, a judge in red stepped out of the void. With every step he took, a cloud of black mist spread out from under his feet.
Until he walked in front of Chu Mu and looked down at him.
Monk Liaoji and the other two had already lost the ability to think in the great shock.
They stared intently at the ghosts, gods and people right before their eyes, their minds blank.
You cannot spy on or see gods and ghosts, otherwise you will be killed.
However, Chu Mu's eyes were calm, as if the person in front of him was not the judge of the underworld, but a familiar uncle from next door.
"My name is Chu Mu, and I'd like to borrow the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen from Cui Pan."
The red-robed judge sneered, "How dare you, a mortal, dare to dream of being involved in the karma of life and death? Do you really think your meager cultivation can escape the punishment of the higher realms?"
Chu Mu shook his head: "I won't be involved in the karma of a living person."
He doesn't even know how to live his own life, so why would he bother to care about other people's life or death?
Judge Cui clearly didn't believe it: "Then what do you want the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen for?"
"Find a ghost." The golden inscription on Chu Mu's face was still faintly visible, making him look even weirder than the red-robed judge.
"What the hell? Why go to so much trouble to find a ghost?"
"A ghost who was wiped out fifty years ago." Chu Mu said, "I want to borrow the pen and the book of life and death to change his fate."
As Chu Mu spoke, an inscription slipped from his arm and floated in front of the red-robed judge, recreating the scene at Peiying School that year for him.
"With this man's merits and destiny, he really shouldn't be reduced to ashes." Cui Pan stared into Chu Mu's eyes. "You summoned me from another world just to save a ghost like this. It seems that you are not as cold-blooded and ruthless as the rumors say."
Chu Mu was not surprised at all that the Red Judge knew him.
The Red Judge comes from a higher-dimensional spiritual world and is an NPC in the setting.
This time he used blood as a medium and even released the killing curse inscription, just to open up the spiritual channel between the two dimensions.
This was something he had just thought of not long ago.
Since Hong Wentao can integrate the abandoned plane, he can naturally try to integrate other planes.
Chu Mu does not have the power of the main god Fan Ji, so he cannot achieve the integration of the entire plane.
But he thought it was worth a try to open up the spiritual channel between the two spiritual worlds.
As it turned out, Chu Mu made the right bet.
"Alas," Chu Mu sighed, "The spiritual energy here is exhausted, and the ghost energy is skyrocketing. If I don't open a hole to let some spiritual energy in, I will be drained dry."
Cui Pan lowered his head for a moment. "What good will it do us if we share our spiritual energy with this world?"
Chu Mu grabbed his wrist and led Cui Pan to the rooftop fence. "Look, what's the population of this city? Compared to yours, is it more or less?"
Cui Pan suddenly understood what Chu Mu meant.
The population of higher-level planes is often far lower than that of lower-level planes. In Cui Pan's world, the population is decreasing every year, and their underworld's KPI is almost impossible to achieve.
"I've already investigated this when I was setting up the formation. This world's underworld system was abandoned thousands of years ago. After people die here, many can't enter the center of the universe's reincarnation because their level contribution points are too low. They can only wander as souls for a long time. Why don't you take those with insufficient contribution points to your underworld and let them have some good fortune there? This will also improve your performance, right?"
The last sentence successfully moved Cui Pan.
"make a deal!"
The conversation between Chu Mu and Cui Pan belongs to the realm of ghosts and gods and should not be listened to casually. In the eyes of Le Ji and others, Chu Mu just looked at Cui Pan for a moment, and then easily got the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen.
But Chi Xiusi was not like that.
His lifeless face suddenly lit up with life.
Chu Mu, indeed came from another world!
Chu Mu, who was tampering with Qinghe's dead end, clearly felt a burning sensation on his back, as if he was burned by something.
However, writing the Book of Life and Death is not like writing a draft, and you cannot be distracted.
Chu Mu endured the burning sensation and finally put down the last stroke.
Strangely enough, the burning sensation disappeared the moment he raised his head.
The golden inscription on Chu Mureng's pale skin began to fade. He returned the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen to the red-robed judge and said, "Go back and tell Boss Yan over there about my thoughts. We hope to cooperate more often in the future."
Cui Pan's attitude had already become gentle. He nodded and disappeared into the black fog the next second.
At the same time, all the strange phenomena on the rooftop disappeared.
Chu Mu's body swayed slightly. He covered his mouth with one hand, and the blood on his palm blocked the blood beads flowing from his lips.
{Mumu, why are you doing this?} Lao Ba was heartbroken.
In his opinion, opening up the passage between the two underworlds and pouring spiritual energy into this plane would bring no substantial benefits to Chu Mu.
Chu Mu smiled, with bright red blood on his lips.
[The Ghost Descent Formation was definitely created by that old bastard Hong Wentao. He wants to turn this world into a pure ghost world, but I won't let him do what he wants.]
Chu Mu's red eyes burned with joyful fireworks.
[I will create a god and kill all the evil spirits in this world.]
Chi Xiusi didn't care at all who Hong Wentao Chu Mu was talking about. He only knew that his blood, which had been cold for nearly ten thousand years, was now boiling like magma.
His bride will kill all the evil spirits in the world.
So cool! So hot!
As his blood boiled, a strong desire surged in Chi Xiusi's abdomen.
Every part of his body was clamoring, want! Must! Chu Mu must be his!
…
Chu Mu wiped his mouth with his sleeve, erased a corner of the formation on the ground, and threw down another talisman.
Bang! The talisman exploded, and a thin figure appeared in the formation.
Liao Ji and Bai Hu froze at the same time.
Chu Mu waved to them and said, "Come here, don't you want to talk to Taoist Qinghe?"
Le Ji and Bai Hu rushed out at the same time. When they passed by Chu Mu, they suddenly turned around and knelt down towards Chu Mu.
Three loud and even kowtows were the most sincere expressions of gratitude from these two pillars of Zhongzhou metaphysics.
Chu Mu's eyes were actually dark. He waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."
After saying this, his vision went completely black.
Soon, I heard howling and crying.
Chu Mu forced a smile: "Who said old men don't cry? It hurts his ears."
Chu Mu stood up on his knees and walked towards the corridor entrance he remembered.
"You look tired," a familiar voice came close to my ear, followed by a pair of strong arms, "Do you need me to carry you down?"
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