Chapter 23
Xie came back to his senses and looked unconsciously at the burning paper basin.
The paper bride burns paper money very quickly, and the groom will appear soon.
The trouble is that the real tablet is in their hands, and if the groom is to appear, he will appear on their side. The God of Death will be able to tell something is wrong at a glance, and if they make a wrong move, they will really die.
Jing Xiebai was not very nervous. Over the years, he had dealt with many similar situations. The only thing he had to be careful about was how to get rid of the God of Death smoothly.
They have been targeted by the God of Death. If they only deal with the groom today, the God of Death, having lost his target, will set his sights on them. Throughout history, few people have been able to escape from the God of Death.
However, if the Death God was killed and everything was settled, the fortune of the Jing family would be affected. As the leader of the four great exorcist families, the Jing family was a thorn in the eyes of many people. If something went wrong, there would be many people who wanted to step on their heels.
Jing Xiebai's face darkened. He did have a solution, but he didn't know if it would work.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists as he considered whether to draw his sword.
In fact, he deceived Xie Que. Youzhong was not obtained by chance, but he broke into the underworld and robbed it.
There are only two ways for a living person to enter the underworld. One is to set up a formation to open the gate of life and death, and the other is to use the sword in Jing Xiebai's hand to draw the boundary between yin and yang. Back then, Jing Xiebai ignored the obstruction and broke into the underworld to snatch Youzhong from the King of Hell just so that he could open the underworld and send the other party back if he encountered the underworld messenger making trouble one day.
Unfortunately, today is the 16th day of the seventh lunar month, a day with extremely heavy yin energy. Hundreds of ghosts gather in front of the gate of life and death. If you open the door casually, you may bring disaster.
His handsome face was covered with dark clouds. He could not control himself and always wanted to draw his sword to kill the God of Death.
It would be fine if they were all killed, Jing Xiebai thought extremely.
He hated being bound, and he extremely hated the current situation where his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't do whatever he wanted.
However, Xie didn't know what Jing Xiebai was thinking. He watched the bride holding the tablet and walking step by step towards the altar, with a rare look of anxiety on his face. He couldn't help but reach out and pat Jing Xiebai gently, indicating that he should make a decision quickly, as they couldn't wait any longer.
Jing Xiebai came back to his senses and looked at Xie Que beside him. He opened his mouth to speak but then remembered the God of Death beside him.
Unable to communicate, Jing Xiebai felt a little annoyed, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes. He glanced at the God of Death, then at the bride, and quickly made a decision.
The gate of life and death must be opened, and order in the human world must be maintained. Even if I die here today, I cannot let the ghosts set foot in the human world.
If there were really hundreds of ghosts trying to come through the Gate of Life and Death to the human world, he could use the Ghostly Heavy to stop them. With the King of Hell's treasure, killing a few little ghosts was no problem.
After making the decision, Jing Xiebai calmed down a lot. He handed the tablet to Xie Que and wrote a few words on his palm.
kill.
die.
new.
Lang.
The tablet had already been set up with a formation, so Xie Que only needed to activate it. By the time the Death Gate God reacted, Jing Xiebai would have already opened the Gate of Life and Death. Dealing with these two first would make things easier for them.
Xie was not clear about Jing Xiebai's plan, but now was obviously not a good time to communicate.
He held the tablet and looked at Jing Xiebai one last time, then took small steps back, gradually moving away from the Death God. His hand, clutching the tablet tightly, trembled unconsciously, but Xie Bai observed his surroundings while assessing the distance between himself and the Death God.
When the groom dies, all the hatred of the God of Death will be transferred to him, and he must ensure that he survives.
The bride has put down the tablet and is ready to worship in the hall, and the groom gradually appears behind Xie Que.
The God of Death sensed the presence of the groom. Although his back was facing Xie Que, his head turned 180 degrees in a twisted posture. His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the groom behind Xie Que.
It's too late.
The moment Xie met the Death God's eyes, he felt a chill rising from his feet. Before he could react, his body had already begun to react. The moment the formation was activated, the tablet began to heat up, and black energy continuously emanated, moving towards the groom behind him.
“Ahhhhhh.”
The black gas overflowed very quickly and surrounded the groom in almost the next second. The God of Death let out a distorted scream, his twisted face full of collapse, and he rushed towards the tablet desperately.
Xie felt a strong gust of wind blowing past him, and he lost his balance and flew ten meters away.
Stones of all sizes pierced into the flesh, tore the clothes, and the delicate skin quickly turned red, with blood constantly oozing out.
Xie curled up in pain. He struggled to raise his hand and wanted to look at the tablet in his hand.
"Close your eyes!" Jing Xiebai shouted suddenly, but Xie closed his eyes subconsciously.
Suddenly, the world became quiet, even the sound of the wind could not be heard. After a moment of dead silence, Xie felt someone standing next to him.
"Jing Xiebai?" Xie called out softly. He was too weak now and couldn't even lift the tablet. It fell to the side with a dull sound.
There was no response, but Xie couldn't help but feel anxious and wanted to open his eyes.
"Don't!"
A pair of warm hands covered Xie Que's eyes, dispelling his uneasiness and bringing a touch of warmth.
"Don't make any noise either!"
Jing Xiebai added quickly in a low voice.
I don’t know what happened, but there was no little ghost behind the Gate of Life and Death today. When Jing Xiebai was about to stick his head out to take a closer look, he heard heavy footsteps.
Ordinary ghosts make no sound when they walk, only the ghost messengers who can make a sound are ghost messengers. But why did the ghost messengers come to the Gate of Life and Death? Jing Xiebai hesitated for a moment, and when he looked up again, he saw the Punishment Department appear on the Gate of Life and Death.
The moment their eyes met, Jing Xiebai shuddered violently and subconsciously asked Xie Que to close his eyes.
The Judge of Punishment is one of the four great judges. He has a very ferocious appearance and is known for his ruthlessness and cruelty. He is in charge of all kinds of evil spirits.
As soon as the Punishment Department appeared, all the ghosts retreated, and even the God of Death was frightened and stood still, not daring to move.
Xie Que lacked yang energy and would have died suddenly if he looked directly at the Punishment Department. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and closed his eyes in time.
But things are not going well for the God of Death. She has been causing trouble in the human world for so long, and no one cares about her. Now that the Punishment Department has come, it is not difficult to imagine what the outcome will be for her.
But surprisingly, the Punishment Department did not go directly to settle the score with the God of Death, but walked to Xie Que and looked at him for a while with an intriguing expression.
Jing Xiebai: “?”
What is this doing?
Jing Xiebai was rarely confused. After so many years of exorcising ghosts, it was not the first time he had greeted the Punishment Department, but he had never seen the other party like this.
The Punisher didn't look at Xie Que for long. He looked at the God of Death beside him and said in a cold tone, "The God of Death has been causing chaos in the human world for one hundred and two years, disrupting one thousand four hundred causes and conditions. His crimes are grave and he deserves to be executed!"
Is it such a serious crime?
Jing Xiebai was a little surprised. He thought that at most the God of Death would be punished by heaven and then reincarnated. Even if he was reincarnated as a pig or a sheep, at least he would survive. He didn't expect that the Punishment Department would be so cruel that she would end up with all six souls destroyed and she would never be able to reincarnate.
The God of Death refused to give in. Facing the terrifying gaze of the Punishment Officer, even though his body was shaking unconsciously, he still angrily demanded, "Why? He caused my tragic death, leaving two lives for one corpse. Even though he has become a lonely soul, he refused to let me go. He trapped me here and tortured me day and night. What does this mean?!"
Recalling his past, the God of Death lost his mind a little: "I am disturbing the cause and effect? Then what about when Yan Wensong, as a ghost, appeared in a dream to the fortune teller and ordered him to push me out as a bride?!"
She was already pregnant with her lover's child, and when Yan Wensong found out, he forced her to drink contraceptive soup. When she refused, Yan Wensong beat her lover to death, even if she pushed him into the well and he died, he would turn into a ghost and come back to find him.
She was not originally a member of the Yan family. She was sold to the Yan family because of a few words from a fortune teller. She endured humiliation for 19 years. When she was finally able to get married, she was forced to enter into a ghost marriage with Yan Wensong.
She harbored hatred and resentment, which was why she refused to let Yan Wensong go. She and him had been at odds in life, and even after death, they were entangled. After so many twists and turns, only to find this ending in the end, how could she let it go?
"Why do you have to worry about it? Yan Wensong has already lost his soul, what else is there that you can't let go of?" The Evil Punishment Department has seen too many evil ghosts and is used to hearing such accusations.
"I don't accept it! My life has been ruined by them! I don't want them to die! I will torture them day and night! Let them suffer what I have suffered!" said the God of Death with hatred.
In her life, Yan Qingshu left home at a young age and never experienced the joy of family reunion; she became pregnant before marriage and suffered from the world's abuse; the fetus died tragically and she never had a tender moment with her child; a ghost marriage buried her peace for a hundred years after her death.
Why? Why did she have to end up like this?
Yan Qingshu looked at the Punishment Department and said resentfully, "You judges decide good and evil with a single stroke, determining the fate of ghosts. And the powerful in this world decide life and death with a single word, determining the fate of humans. What is fairness? What is justice?"
She was unwilling to accept it, but she couldn't change the reality. This wasn't the first time Yan Qingshu had asked this question in the past hundred years, and she was no longer obsessed with the answer.
In the distance, a ray of light broke through the layers of dark clouds and sprinkled on the ground, but it was not enough to dispel the darkness.
Dawn was approaching, and the gates of life and death would soon close. The Punisher no longer listened to the accusations of the Gate of Death. He took out a brush and pointed it at her from a distance, speaking with regret: "Yan Qingshu, born on the 23rd of the fifth month of the Bingxu year, has committed countless rebellions and must be executed."
The God of Death struggled forward, trying to snatch the pen from the Punishment Officer's hand, but he was a step too slow. When he was about to touch the Punishment Officer, his figure disappeared on the spot.
Her life was full of glory, but it ended in this cemetery.
Jing Xiebai: “…”
Watching all this, Jing Xiebai wasn't sure how to react. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "She didn't deserve this."
When the Punishment Officer heard his voice, he looked at him silently for a long time before sighing and saying, "I don't want to either."
After saying that, he glanced at Xie Que lying on the ground, turned around and walked into the Gate of Life and Death, no longer caring about the right and wrong of the world.
The world is never black and white, and there are some things that even he, as a judge, cannot make clear.
Xie heard the footsteps of the Punishment Bureau leaving, opened his eyes, and adjusted to the darkness in front of him.
"Is it solved?" He was still very weak, leaning on Jing Xiebai, and said weakly.
"Hmm." Jing Xiebai was in a bad mood, clearly upset with the God of Death. It was unbelievable that a woman's life could be decided by just a few words from someone else.
Feeling Jing Xiebai's silence, Xie felt a little helpless.
After listening to the Death God's words, he was able to piece together the true situation. As an outsider, he couldn't comment. The only thing he could do was to erect a monument for her, leaving a trace of her in the world.
Xie Que told Jing Xiebai about his plan: "Let's erect a monument for... Yan Qingshu. Let's choose a place under the pear tree in the mountains."
He saw the painting of the pear tree in Yan Qingshu's room. The painting style was childish, and he thought it must have been painted by Yan Qingshu. She must have been willing to bury it under the pear tree.
"Okay." Jing Xiebai agreed readily, "Wait a minute, I'll call someone to erect a monument for her."
Now that the God of Death has been dealt with, it is not safe for them to stay here. Jing Xiebai has not forgotten that this place is full of evil spirits. If they encounter an evil spirit again, things will become a little tricky.
Xie Que: "How do we get back?"
It was such a remote place that they couldn't find anyone to ask for help, not to mention that he was in such a state that it was difficult for him to even walk.
Jing Xiebai: "Just wait."
Since it was the God of Death who brought them here, they would naturally go back if he was gone. They just had to wait until dawn when the formation became ineffective.
Jing Xiebai reached out and felt the temperature of Xie Que's forehead. It was frighteningly hot, and he felt a little troubled. "You have a good rest, and I will take care of the rest."
I don’t know if it was because he was exhausted or he subconsciously felt that there was no danger, but Xie actually fell asleep after Jing Xiebai said this. When he opened his eyes, they were already back in the car.
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