Chapter 155 Night Candle Rules 33 The situation is clear.
Is it possible that Nanmen Jue couldn't dodge at all? No way.
No matter how fast Zhu Wenjun was, and no matter how unprepared Nanmen Jue was, the difference in their strength was like heaven and earth. How could she let a knife from the other side just pierce her chest?
She saw it, she felt it, and she could have avoided it.
But she just didn't believe it.
I don't believe this knife will actually stab me.
This is a very complex mindset that requires making a decision in an instant. Nanmen Jue is young and has experienced many battles. He should not have had any wishful thinking or naive ideas, but that's exactly what happened.
Time seemed to be stretched into a slowly flowing river. Before the pain, Nanmen Jue felt suffocation. Liquid filled her mouth, a little fishy, but mostly sweet.
Several screams reached my ears, ripping at my distorted senses, deformed and drawn-out, as if coming from another world.
This wasn't the most serious injury Nanmen Jue had ever suffered, but it pierced through her sense of reality about the world. She felt that everything around her was floating, and her soul was floating too, unable to land.
"Don't come any closer," she whispered.
The voice wasn't loud, and it was a bit hoarse, but everyone rushing towards them stopped in their tracks as if someone had given them a command.
Nanmen Jue blinked slowly, her floating soul returning to her body. She first pushed the image of Zhang Zhi crying in her head back down, and then she saw the current situation clearly.
Because of the sudden action, the people around them automatically stepped back, creating a clear circle around them. Many people stared in disbelief or watched the scene with indifference, while several familiar faces desperately tried to squeeze in.
Yu Wanyan's face was full of murderous intent. Mo Gui and Wei Chongru were mostly shocked and worried. Nanmen Jue also saw Deng Erhuai and his group. Wu Wenhua, whom they had just met, was filled with fear, just like many others.
It's really lively!
Nanmen Jue thought to himself, looking down at his chest.
The knife was still stuck in her chest, the real thing, not a dream. Based on the amount of bleeding and the location of the pain, it should have been stuck between the second and fourth ribs. It wasn't long enough to hit her heart, but it seemed to have grazed her lungs, making it a little difficult to breathe. However, even though she had lost a lot of blood, it wasn't considered too serious.
Even if Nanmen Jue stood there and let her stab him, how badly could he hurt a little girl who had never been trained?
She analyzed her injuries in an almost cold tone, her gaze following the thin, trembling hand that was still holding the knife to the attacker's face.
Even though it was Nanmen Jue who was injured, Zhu Wenjun's face looked as if she herself was the one who was seriously injured and on the verge of death. She stared wide-eyed at her hand in disbelief, her whole body trembling violently.
"I...I really...?" she stammered, her words incoherent. "I killed someone? I really killed someone?"
Her fingers trembled as she tried to loosen her grip on the knife handle, but a paler, longer, and stronger hand held her firmly, preventing her from retreating an inch.
"Look at me," Nanmen Jue said, blood flowing from her lips. She raised her voice, "Zhu Wenjun, look at me!"
Like a thunderbolt striking, Zhu Wenjun shuddered and abruptly looked into Nanmen Jue's eyes.
Nanmen Jue asked, "Zhu Wenjun, who am I?"
"Nanmen...brother..."
Nanmen Jue seemed to smile slightly. Against the backdrop of blood, the curve of her lips was both beautiful and twisted. "You recognize me, which means it wasn't an accident. You want to kill me?"
The word "kill" jolted Zhu Wenjun awake. Her pupils reflected Nanmen Jue's face completely, but they contracted violently as if she had been subjected to a huge shock.
"Brother Nanmen, I'm so sorry, so sorry..."
"You know how Zhu Wenjie died, don't you?"
As if someone had violently grabbed her by the neck, her murmured voice came to an abrupt halt. Zhu Wenjun looked at Nanmen Jue with trembling eyes, tears streaming down her face.
She cried silently, like a fish thrown ashore, her lips moving weakly, unable to utter a single word, her eyes filled with intense fear and regret.
Nanmen Jue guessed the answer and got the answer. She closed her eyes and her smile became even brighter, so bright it was almost ferocious.
“You’re holding the knife wrong, not with the right amount of force,” she said. “If you want to kill me, you can use a little more force, it doesn’t matter.”
As she spoke, she grasped Zhu Wenjun's wrist and, with an irresistible force, pulled her towards her own body, the blade sinking deeper and deeper, piercing through her lungs and into her heart.
This is the most fundamental energy supply center of a living organism. Nanmen Jue's face quickly turned ashen, his complexion becoming paler and his blood redder.
Zhu Wenjun let out a blood-curdling scream.
"No...no no no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"South Gate!"
"Brother Jue!"
A cacophony of sounds erupted at once, weaving into a chaotic jumble in Nanmen Jue's ears. She simply stared at Zhu Wenjun's distraught face.
"Didn't you want to kill me? You can't be so reluctant when facing an enemy." She smiled brightly, but her tone was indifferent. "Can you feel the difference in the feel? This is when it's truly pierced my heart."
Zhu Wenjun looked at her with eyes that seemed to see something extremely terrifying. She screamed and desperately tried to back away, but Nanmen Jue held her tightly and wouldn't let go. The hilt of the knife had already sunk to its deepest point, and blood had probably flowed all over the ground, but she seemed not to see any of it. She just stared at Zhu Wenjun's face, thinking about how this little girl had overcome her fear and walked into the dark alley to stop her bleeding.
She used to worry so much about every drop of blood flowing from her body, but now she's making her bleed even more.
Did Nanmen Jue ever imagine such a scene? She knew that there was a fatal secret between her and Zhu Wenjun, she knew how her brother died, and she did not intend to feel guilty about it.
Don't say that Zhu Wenjie didn't die at her hands. Zhu Wenjie wanted to kill her. Even if she killed him with her own hands, so what?
Given her personality, even if she killed Zhu Wenjun now, so what?
Nanmen Jue raised her other hand, stained with her own blood, and gently stroked the girl's neck. So delicate and fragile, she didn't even need to use any force for the girl to go find her brother immediately.
But Nanmen Jue's fingertips trembled slightly, and he still didn't exert any force.
Just then, someone squeezed out from the crowd.
"Nanmen Jue, you killed this poor girl's brother, and now you're going to kill her too?"
Nanmen Jue?
It's Nanmen Jue!
A commotion arose. The natives didn't understand what the name meant and looked around blankly, but all the reincarnators knew exactly who it was.
In an instant, all sorts of gazes fell upon Nanmen Jue: fear, curiosity, anger, resentment... Nanmen Jue raised his eyes and looked at the person walking towards him.
He revealed his previously hidden name, which gleamed with gold and exuded reliability and authority.
Nanmen Jue laughed, "Zhang Jin, so this is what you were planning."
Zhang Jin laughed, the light of his earring flashing briefly beside his face. "You don't actually think I ordered this girl to kill you, do you? Please, I'm not that stupid. What's your strength? What's hers?"
“You won’t let her kill me, but you will tell her the so-called truth, planting a seed of hatred in her heart.” Nanmen Jue said, then chuckled, “To make her stab me without even hesitating, you must have put a lot of thought into your rhetoric.”
Nanmen Jue didn't use any props to stop the bleeding, and now she's lost too much blood. A dazzling light appeared in front of her, covering Zhang Jin's disgusting face, but she could still see him smiling.
"Knowing the truth is a girl's right," Zhang Jin said.
Now the people around have more or less figured out what's going on. Nanmen Jue has killed so many people, so it's not surprising that the relatives of the victims are coming to his door.
What no one expected was that Nanmen Jue would actually be stabbed in the back, and the one who stabbed her was a newbie with no reputation.
Could it be that this young girl has some connection with Nanmen Jue?
Suddenly, all sorts of meaningful glances fell on Zhu Wenjun, but she seemed not to notice anything and stood there blankly.
Nanmen Jue had already released her, but she didn't leave. Her eyes were fixed on the knife in Nanmen Jue's chest, and she looked dazed.
Nanmen Jue didn't look at her again.
Zhang Jin glanced at them indifferently, then calmly turned to face the crowd. He used some kind of magic to make his voice clear to everyone's ears.
"Everyone, we have now entered a very dangerous phase. If I am not mistaken, we are now in the Judge's Realm of Terror."
An uproar ensued.
Whether reincarnators or natives, everyone had now heard of the Judge's name, saying that there was no return from his ghostly realm, and everyone's face turned pale.
How did you know?
The voice was neither unfamiliar nor familiar. Nanmen Jue looked over and saw it was the young man who had been standing next to Wu Wenhua before, speaking clearly.
Few among the reincarnators were willing to question Zhang Jin face to face. The people around him held him in a subtle reverence, and their respect and fear were easily palpable. But this young man asked his question directly and boldly, just like when he spoke to Nanmen Jue.
Zhang Jin showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever; he simply pointed to the sky.
Everyone looked up and saw a black scale suddenly appear in the sky. It was not large, and the light was so bright that it was not easy to spot at first glance.
But once discovered, its existence is exceptionally obvious, like a high and mighty god, coldly and impartially overlooking the world, making it impossible to ignore.
“The scales are the symbol of the judge,” Zhang Jin said. “He will ask us some questions and then put the answers on them to weigh them.”
Someone asked, bewildered, "After weighing the options, what's next? What should we do?"
"Fool, why even ask? Of course, it's death!" someone answered irritably. "That's the rule of the Judge's Domain. Any answer he deems unacceptable is immediately killed!"
"But what kind of answer would be considered a satisfactory answer?"
Amidst the buzzing discussions, the young man seemed to have believed it and began to look around warily, trying to find the judge's true form.
Nanmen Jue listened quietly, and didn't react even when she found herself in the Judge's Ghostly Domain. Zhang Jin looked at her, a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
"You already guessed it?" he asked.
"What does it matter where you are?" Nanmen Jue said indifferently. "You're going to die here anyway."
The surroundings fell silent for a moment, then erupted into an even greater uproar.
Zhang Jin's eyes darkened, and his smile deepened. "You really dare to talk like that. Did you have some kind of extraordinary encounter while we were apart? Based on your previous strength, you couldn't possibly beat me."
Nanmen Jue asked, "Where is Ying Yao?"
Mentioning this person, Zhang Jin's smile turned into a forced one. "You're counting on Ying Yao?"
Seeing his expression, Nanmen Jue smiled as well, "It seems you suffered a considerable loss at his hands."
Zhang Jin stared at her intently.
Those around them sensed a dangerous atmosphere from the unusual silence and standoff; no one knew what these two big shots were up to.
Although the indigenous people did not know how powerful these two were, the sight of Nanmen Jue standing there talking with a knife stuck in his chest and no change in expression was so shocking that no one thought these two were simple.
Zhang Jin suddenly smiled again, "What if I told you that Ying Yao is dead? Nanmen Jue, would you despair?"
Before Nanmen Jue could speak, a familiar voice came from behind him.
"Zhang Jin, I have already warned you not to spread rumors about me behind my back."
Ying Yao strode out from the crowd, without wearing a cloak or a mask, and walked calmly to Nanmen Jue's side, facing Zhang Jin together with her.
"I'm dead?" Under Zhang Jin's instantly unfriendly gaze, Ying Yao said calmly, "If this is what you hoped for, I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Nanmen Jue lowered his eyes, finding Ying Yao's rare sarcastic remarks amusing.
She knew, of course, that Ying Yao was not dead, which meant that his light was hovering around here, but for some reason, it hadn't appeared immediately before.
She asked that question on purpose just now, just to provoke Zhang Jin.
Now it seems that it actually provoked him. How did Ying Yao end up suffering a loss when he went to this guy's territory?
Zhang Jin's unusual behavior was fleeting; apart from the two people standing closest to him, no one else saw it, and some people were speculating about who this person who suddenly appeared was.
Anyone who dares to speak out at a time like this must be quite remarkable.
Zhang Jin didn't keep everyone guessing for long. He nodded politely, "Since things have come to this point, there's no point in saying anything nice anymore. I just really didn't expect that you would be so stubborn as to help Nanmen Jue, the president of the Crimson Church, Ying Yao."
These words immediately silenced the buzzing discussion that had been taking place.
The reincarnators did not recognize the name Ying Yao, but they definitely knew about the Crimson Church.
The most mysterious of the four major guilds, a powerful guild whose membership is virtually impossible without internal recommendation, now has its guild leader standing right in front of them? And he's even helping Nanmen Jue, a wanted criminal by the main god?
In front of the natives, the reincarnators couldn't speak too clearly. They all stared at Ying Yao in astonishment, their minds racing with all sorts of thoughts.
Knowing what Zhang Jin was up to, Ying Yao calmly said, "It's the former president. After I leave, I will step down from this position. The Crimson Church and I will have nothing to do with each other anymore. Helping Nanmen Jue was my personal action."
As he spoke, he subtly applied a hemostatic talisman to Nanmen Jue.
Nanmen Jue already had a bleeding buff, and after being stabbed in the heart without stopping the bleeding, although she looked like she was still standing as still as a mountain, Ying Yao knew her so well that he could tell at a glance that her eyes were already somewhat unfocused.
He silently swallowed the blood that was a side effect of the attack. "Now that the situation is so clear, and we're going to kill each other anyway, let's see who has the best skills."
He was worried about Nanmen Jue and just wanted to get her away as soon as possible, so he was a little impatient. But Zhang Jin obviously didn't want him to have his way.
"Don't rush off. You think the situation is clear now? I don't think so," Zhang Jin said with a smile. "You two are a powerful alliance, but our side is no slouch either."
As he spoke, another person stepped out from the crowd, reaching up to grab at the top of his head as he walked. A line of golden words appeared, dazzling the eyes of the reincarnators once again.
Daylight, a snake with its tail, the chairman.
It is daytime that the chairman is enlightened!
Those among the reincarnators who possessed the ouroboros cheered with delight upon seeing this.
Zhou Yiming still wore a cold, expressionless face, as if the battle that had just taken place had never happened. He stood next to Zhang Jin and gave the two of them only a cold glance.
"So, it's two against two now?" someone whispered in the crowd, barely containing their excitement.
Although it's easy for minor demons to suffer when powerful beings clash, how many people in the entire cycle of reincarnation can witness this scene?
Regardless of their inner thoughts, these people, who have lived on the edge of death in this apocalypse, felt a surge of excitement and anticipation upon witnessing the confrontation between the top experts. Their intuition told them that they were about to witness the beginning or end of an era.
Is it two against two? Nanmen Jue's eyes flickered.
Zhang Jin tilted his head, feigning confusion, and turned to look to the side. "President Terra, haven't you had enough of watching the show? Time to get back to work."
A tall woman wearing a tank top that revealed her muscular physique slowly walked out from the other side amidst gasps of surprise. She glanced quickly at Nanmen Jue, then walked to Zhang Jin's other side, silently expressing her stance.
All the reincarnators trembled.
The five most powerful figures in the entire space have gathered together, forming two distinct camps. Who could have imagined this scene?
Two against three, it seems that Nanmen Jue and Ying Yao are at a disadvantage, but Nanmen Jue has a terrible reputation, and Ying Yao has long held the title of the most mysterious Jin Ming. In the eyes of others, their aura is in no way inferior to the three Jin Ming on the other side.
However, the other side also has many famous names: Zhang Jin, the most senior, Terra, the strongest female reincarnator, and Zhou Yiming, who are all well-known.
They are now fighting to the death; who will emerge victorious?
"That's what makes things clear," Zhang Jin said with satisfaction.
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Author's note: Let's fight! Let's fight!
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