Chapter 159 Night Candle Rules 37 How many people has Nanmen Jue killed?
Where the natives couldn't see, the man had a purple name above his head, followed by the title "Entropy Ash." It was because of this title that Wu Wenhua accepted him into his small group. In the face of great danger, the hand extended by the strong is always particularly tempting.
Wu Wenhua himself was also a purple-named individual. He looked on in horror as Nanmen Jue lifted the man up by the neck with one hand, as if he were a helpless chicken. He took a few steps back, his legs went weak, and he was then supported by Mingzhe.
Mingzhe didn't understand just how strong Nanmen Jue was, nor did he know why Wu Wenhua was so terrified. He looked at Nanmen Jue with a solemn expression, but still bravely spoke up.
“Mr. Nanmen, he verbally attacked you and your friend, so it’s only right that you teach him a lesson. But if his crime doesn’t warrant death, could you spare his life?” he said. “I think that in such a dangerous place, one more living person is always more powerful than one more dead person, isn’t that right?”
Wu Wenhua was desperately pulling on his arm, but he still insisted on finishing what he had to say, which made Wu Wenhua so anxious that he spoke directly.
"Oh! You silly child, things aren't as simple as you think!"
Mingzhe glanced at him, then looked at Nanmen Jue without fear. "If you insist on killing him, I can't stop you. I understand the principle of not interfering in other people's love and hate in the apocalypse."
All the reincarnators around him looked at him with a mixture of admiration and respect.
This is Nanmen Jue! Do you know how much blood of you indigenous people is on his hands? If he wanted to kill you, it would be no different than chopping melons and vegetables.
No matter how suicidal these words seemed to everyone, they had already been said, and everyone held their breath, watching to see what Nanmen Jue would do next.
Nanmen Jue never looked at Mingzhe, as if she hadn't heard what he was saying. She coldly watched a life struggle in her hands, her breathing gradually weakening... Everyone sighed; she probably wouldn't let him off the hook this time.
It's only natural that anyone could see that Nanmen Jue and Zhang Jin were irreconcilable enemies. How could Zhang Jin's people possibly fare well after falling into her hands?
Bringing the body back can earn you points!
Just a second before the man suffocated to death, Nanmen Jue threw him out of the candlelight.
The transparent monsters immediately swarmed towards him. His eyes widened in terror, and a hissing sound escaped his throat, "Help...help..."
"I won't kill you." Nanmen Jue looked down at him. "If you can get back to Zhang Jin alive, tell him that I have no interest in killing people of such low caliber. If you want to anger me, you'd better send me your own head. Get lost."
As the man struggled to resist the monster's touch, he stared blankly at Nanmen Jue, gritting his teeth as he staggered away into the distance.
Nanmen Jue watched his figure disappear into the darkness, then turned to the others, "Are you all gathered here to share the candles?"
Only then did the onlookers notice that the box on the ground was actually filled with candles, and Nanmen Jue had sent someone to deliver candles to those who were short of them.
For a moment, no one could figure out what Nanmen Jue was thinking, but once she spoke, no one dared to stay any longer, and they dispersed amidst their discussions.
"He got off easy." Yu Wanyan spat, her eyes gleaming with malice as she stared in the direction the man had disappeared.
Wu Wenhua seemed even more afraid of her than of Nanmen Jue. He hunched his shoulders and approached Nanmen Jue, looking at Nanmen Jue and then at Deng Erhuai, and said with a wry smile, "I'm really sorry about what happened today."
"It has nothing to do with you." Deng Erhuai's face was still angry, but his tone had softened. "Your stupid subordinates are stupid too, all they know is how to use these dirty tricks."
No one dared to respond to her, and could only think to themselves that her fierce subordinates were indeed fierce, and those who dared to follow Nanmen Jue were no ordinary people.
Nanmen Jue said, "Zhang Jin is no good. If you want to live, stay away from them."
Wu Wenhua was taken aback.
“I’m saying this not just because he and I are on opposing sides.” Nanmen Jue looked at him. “That’s all I have to say. Take care.”
After saying that, she turned around without looking back and left the area with her people.
In this eerie realm, there is no distinction between time and perpetual darkness. After the burning candles have been replaced three or four times, the bright barrier reappears in the same spot. People's eyes have been in darkness for too long, and when they are suddenly exposed to the bright light, many cannot help but shed tears.
Everyone ran into the barrier, like pilgrims rushing toward holy light.
All the monsters were kept outside the barrier and could not advance any further. Those who had escaped inside breathed a sigh of relief and gasped for air.
In the past few months, the Ghost Realm has never been quiet.
Nanmen Jue also stepped into the barrier. Just like before, her arrival had the same effect as Moses parting the Red Sea. Everyone kept their distance from her and whispered among themselves.
From afar, she saw Zhang Jin and his group. Zhang Jin also saw her. He smiled and nodded at Nanmen Jue, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Nanmen Jue calmly looked away.
This greatly disappointed some people who were watching them closely, both openly and secretly, hoping they would fight soon.
As more and more people gathered, they realized that the first problem was about to arise, and a tense atmosphere spread. Mo Gui subconsciously moved closer to Nanmen Jue, but was pushed away by Yu Wanyan.
"you……"
Before the two could fight again, a huge scale reappeared in the sky, with the judge standing on the left, breaking the balance.
The familiar answer board also appeared in front of everyone.
"The question has been posed; please answer it."
Nanmen Jue looked at the line of text that suddenly appeared on the panel: How many people have you killed?
"You may lie, but I will know." The judge repeated the sentence, with an all-knowing air, and a hint of eeriness appeared on his yin-yang face.
Faced with this simple yet complex question, a commotion arose among the crowd as people anxiously inquired around, trying to glean even the slightest comfort from the guesses of others.
The indigenous people were terrified, and the reincarnators were even more terrified.
"Brother Jue, what do you mean by this?" Mo Gui asked blankly, "Should we write more or less?"
“He repeatedly emphasized that he would know if I lied, so wouldn’t it be better to write the truth?” Deng Erhuai frowned. “It’s been too long, it’s a bit hard to think about.”
"Does that include natives? I haven't killed any reincarnators." Mo Gui sketched a zero on the board, but still didn't dare to write it down.
Nanmen Jue and Ying Yao exchanged a glance, realizing that neither of them had reached a conclusion.
Nanmen Jue wasn't trying to lie, but how should she count this number? Did she include those she sent to another world? If she did, the number would be endless.
"I have a question."
Zhang Jin's clear voice drew everyone's attention. He raised one hand high and asked, "May I ask a question?"
The judge did not respond, but simply lowered his head.
Zhang Jin smiled and asked, "Excuse me, I don't want to lie, but I can't remember the exact number. What should I do?"
"A general range can be filled in," the judge said. "The margin of error is within acceptable limits."
"What considerations?" someone asked.
The judge did not answer.
Some thought the question was impolite, so they asked, "May I ask, Your Honor, what does this consideration refer to?"
The judge still did not answer.
"Damn it! What is this?!" someone cursed angrily. "Killing is killing, who hasn't killed someone in the apocalypse? But who would deliberately count how many they've killed? Are they a psychopath?"
This statement resonated with many, but no one dared to join in the cursing. Those who did curse realized they were now at the mercy of others. With a gloomy face, they stared at their screens and remained silent.
Ying Yao said softly, "I think we should try to be as realistic as possible."
Nanmen Jue nodded, "I think so too."
With both bigwigs speaking, the others naturally had no objections and began racking their brains to figure out exactly how many people they had killed.
Nanmen Jue was really worried; how exactly should she calculate the number of people?
"Ten seconds left," the judge said emotionlessly. "Countdown begins, ten, nine, eight..."
Cold sweat trickled down Nanmen Jue's forehead. Everyone else had finished writing, and seeing that Nanmen Jue hadn't put pen to paper yet, they all looked anxious, but dared not interrupt her thoughts.
When the countdown reached three, Nanmen Jue closed his eyes, wrote a large number, and added the words "left" and "right".
Having destroyed three worlds, she really didn't know how much more to write; this question was a death sentence for her.
No matter how much error others make, the error is only a few hundred or a few thousand, but her error is in the tens of thousands.
Is this considered lying? Probably, but there's really no other way. If the crow were still alive, we could ask it to help us estimate.
The thought of the crow, whose whereabouts remain unknown, cast a shadow over Nanmen Jue's mind, but he quickly regained his composure and focused on the problem at hand.
The moment she put down her pen, the answer board disappeared.
No one knew what would happen next, and in the brief silence, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
A few seconds later, a pile of black weights suddenly appeared and fell into the tray opposite the judge, lifting him up!
The crowd erupted in uproar.
The meaning is clear: the number of people they killed exceeded the judge's expectations!
"What do we do? What do we do? Are we going to die?!"
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
"Why don't we just kill that thing up there? There are so many of us, why should we be afraid of just one guy!"
A bustling scene unfolded, a diverse array of human emotions: some pointed to the sky in anger, while others knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.
"Don't worry, everyone! This is just the first problem!" Zhang Jin used the amplification device again, his voice calm and reassuring at this moment, making people quiet down to listen to what he had to say.
"This is just the first problem, and just because he outweighs the judge doesn't mean he's going to go on a killing spree. Don't panic, everyone. We're all survivors of the apocalypse. Only by staying calm can we find a chance to survive." Zhang Jin reassured everyone, then suddenly changed the subject, looking directly at Nanmen Jue, "But some people deserve a lot of credit for this result."
In an instant, all eyes turned to Nanmen Jue.
"Yeah...yes! We're so damn unlucky, how did he end up here?"
"How many more people can we kill? He's... that Nanmen Jue!"
"Are these black weights the people Nanmen Jue killed? This is the first time I've seen them so clearly... It's terrifying."
Hatred, fear, panic—all the emotions were directed at Nanmen Jue. Under the weight of this greater fear, even the fear emanating from Nanmen Jue himself diminished.
Ying Yao and the others cautiously turned to the side, tacitly surrounding Nanmen Jue, but no one could say anything to explain for her.
Surrounded by various forces, Nanmen Jue remained expressionless.
Zhang Jin achieved his goal. He smiled slightly and looked up at the judge.
According to the procedure he knew, the next step was...
"We detected that the test subject was overly emotional. To prevent distrust of the test results, we have decided to disclose part of the answers," the judge said.
Zhang Jin was suddenly stunned.
What does this mean?
Not only did he not understand, but everyone present did not understand. Nanmen Jue raised his head, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Oh no, is he going to reveal Jue-ge's answer?" Mo Gui said anxiously.
Before the answer is announced, we can still try to deny it... although it seems like we can't really deny it much. But things are up to us. If the answer is announced directly, then there's really no hope!
Ying Yao also looked serious and said in a low voice, "As soon as the barrier disappears, run immediately. Run as fast as you can, anywhere is fine. Try to hide first, and we'll come find you later."
Nanmen Jue's eyes flickered as she stared intently at the judge. For some reason, her intuition didn't alert him, as if she didn't believe that what the judge was about to do would harm her.
But her heart was racing, faster than ever before.
Under everyone's gaze, the judge turned to look at the weights on the other side, and then... a small piece of weight rose from the massive, heavy weights.
Nanmen Jue was stunned, and everyone else was stunned.
Zhang Jin exclaimed, "This is impossible!"
Yes, how could that be!
The number one wanted criminal of the Supreme God, Nanmen Jue, who killed countless people, only accounted for such a small fraction of the total number of people killed?
This isn't even the difference between fireflies and the bright moon; it's like putting a grain of sand into the desert!
"Is this for real?!" After an eerie silence, someone shouted in disbelief.
All eyes turned to Nanmen Jue once again, this time not only with hatred and fear, but with all sorts of emotions, making it impossible to distinguish between them.
The people closest to Nanmen Jue, who had surrounded her during her most critical moment, slowly turned around, staring at her in shock.
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