Dying together is a good idea.
"Wait." Bai Wuchang suddenly stopped talking and tugged at Hei Wuchang's arm. He realized something they had been ignoring. "Where are you from?"
Cong Mo didn't want to hide it, "The human world."
"The human world" Black Impermanence opened his mouth wide, pointed at her, and looked at White Impermanence, "She is a living person, but a living person cannot come to the underworld! How can a living person come to the underworld?"
"Indeed." Bai Wuchang pursed his lips. "A living person's lifespan will be shortened if he comes to the underworld. Besides, how did you find the path that meditation can lead to?"
"You don't need to know this." Cong Mo didn't want to explain the reason to them anymore. Every minute of delay would reduce Leng Can's chance of recovery.
She held Leng Can's hand, turned around and wanted to leave.
The Black and White Impermanence exchanged glances, then immediately leaped in front of the two men, blocking their path.
Hei Wuchang drew a line next to the people queuing up to drink Meng Po soup, and a barrier suddenly rose up, separating them.
Bai Wuchang narrowed his eyes and looked at Cong Mo and Leng Can, "What if we don't let you leave today?"
"Then we can try." Cong Mo drew his sword and faced Leng Can's hand. His free hand grasped Leng Can's hand, and he conjured a magic circle to tightly wrap around their wrists. "Let's see if I can take him away in the end."
"Haha... so arrogant!" Hei Wuchang's body suddenly grew larger, and he smiled sinisterly. "It's been a long time since we last met, and I'm actually excited."
Bai Wuchang's face was equally terrifying. "You've provoked the officials of the underworld like this. Today, I'll teach you a lesson!"
After saying that, both parties rushed forward at the same time. At the moment they were about to collide, a thunderous explosion blew both parties apart.
Cong Mo protected Leng Can, Bai Wuchang protected Hei Wuchang, and they all staggered backwards and almost fell.
"Are you okay?" Cong Mo pushed Leng Can's back and barely managed to hold on without crashing backwards.
"Nothing." Leng Can stopped and immediately turned around to embrace her, "What about you?"
Cong Mo shook his head, "I'm fine, but..."
Leng Can followed her gaze and saw a tall figure slowly emerging from the shadows of the gray earth.
He wore a long black robe with python patterns, a dark gold jade belt with Taotie patterns around his waist, and a ghost face totem embroidered with silver thread faintly visible between his sleeves. As he walked slowly forward, the pattern gradually became real, emitting a fine phosphorescent light, as if the entire dark sea of blood had been cut into the fabric of his clothes.
The black jade crown held up her waterfall-like black hair, and on the crown hung a Yin iron bell that moved automatically without wind, emitting a breathtakingly clear sound.
He walked out of the gray fog, and his complete figure appeared before the two of them.
His eyebrows and eyes were sharp as if carved by a knife. Tiny red spider lilies were dotted with cinnabar at the corners of his eyes, a blend of dark red and pale white, like the eternal flames of hell. Under his paper-white skin, blue veins were faintly visible at his neck, where a necklace made of chains and skulls was wrapped. Each eye socket of the skull was embedded with a faint blue will-o'-the-wisp. The silver bells dangling from his sleeves swayed gently with his movements, and the bells, engraved with obscure soul-calming incantations, emitted a subtle hum.
Looking down,
A pitch-black judge's pen was slung across his waist. The ruby inlaid on the pen shaft looked like solidified blood, and wisps of green smoke always lingered at the tip of the pen.
A translucent black mist lingered around him, and the vague outline of a human face appeared from time to time in the mist, slowly dissipating and condensing with his steps.
He is half a body taller than Leng Can.
"What a courage!"
A dull, low-pressure sound echoed throughout the air.
The King of Hell slowly descended and walked towards the two of them. Cong Mo pulled Leng Can over and protected him behind him. Facing a god with such majesty that could crush them to death with one hand,
Even if she was extremely powerful in the human world and dominated the world, it was nothing but a joke to the gods who were already superior to them in every way.
Cong Mo's body was not as good as she expected. Her legs were trembling slightly. She frowned and looked at the person walking towards them. Leng Can, who was standing behind her, was already shaking like a sieve.
"Dressed like this." Cong Mo spoke first, "You are the King of Hell."
"Indeed, in the vast underworld, there's no one as handsome as I am." The King of Hell bent down to look at the two, his eyes scanning between them. "The living... and the dead, truly a wondrous combination."
"Not surprising." Cong Mo made his request to him, "I want to take him away."
"Heh... you're just a mere human, do you think the rules of the underworld are a joke?" The King of Hell straightened up, his expression stern. "Not only did you seize the dead, you also tried to hurt my subordinates. If I had come a moment later, you would have caused a big uproar in the underworld."
"You mere human beings, you really don't know how to live or die."
"Lord Yama." Cong Mo forced himself to look him in the eye, tugging Leng Can's arm and lifting it up. "He died because of me. If I don't take him back today, I'm afraid I'll have to repay his life in my reincarnation. And if he doesn't return, I won't be able to survive alone in this world."
Seeing such a big man wearing all black clothes, Leng Can was already scared to death. He couldn't say anything and could only nod along with Cong Mo.
The King of Hell only glanced at the two of them, then turned to leave, "A living person has come here to shorten his life. Go back quickly, Black and White, and take that dead man away."
"yes!"
"I can't go back."
Before the Black and White Impermanence could make a move, Cong Mo quickly grabbed Leng Can and flew in front of him, "I want to take him away."
"The rules cannot be broken." The King of Hell looked down at the two of them and said calmly.
"It can be broken by chance." Cong Mo said solemnly, "I am willing to pay several times more than others in exchange for his life. Compared to him, the spiritual power in my body is more abundant."
"In the underworld, there's only good and bad, and there's no such thing as your words." The King of Hell seemed impatient with her nagging. "If you truly wish to be with him forever, we can die together. I'm merely assigning you a task in the underworld. There's no point in dwelling on it."
Cong Mo froze and blinked. Mu Ran thought that what the King of Hell said was feasible. "But, then I might as well die."
Leng Can: ""
Lord Yama:
Before Leng Can could say anything, he was bounced away by a strong force, and then his whole body fell steadily into a golden sphere.
He reacted immediately and realized what Cong Mo was going to do, "Cong Mo! Don't! You're crazy! What will I do if you die? You fucking... Cong Mo! Don't..."
But no matter how they shouted, they seemed to be unable to hear them outside the ball.
Cong Mo withdrew his hand, pulled out the hilt of the sword, and moved the blade until it touched the thin blood vessels on his neck.
That posture made it clear to anyone that he was not joking.
The King of Hell panicked. If Cong Mo was really dead, he would be interfering with her destiny in disguise and would be punished by the gods. He used magic to open her sword and flung it aside. He couldn't help but get angry, "You human, I'm afraid you're not smart."
"What do you mean?" Cong Mo did not get angry. He raised his arm and took the sword back into his hand.
"You..." The King of Hell was really confused. He couldn't understand Cong Mo's train of thought for a moment.
Is death an easy thing for humans?
He said disdainfully, "Go somewhere else to die. Dying in this underworld will only bring bad luck to me."
"But..." Cong Mo hesitated for only a moment, then nodded in agreement. "I will go to the outside world of the underworld to die. Lord Yama, you must keep your word. The moment I die will leave a shadow on Xiaocan. Let him stay here first. I will be back soon. It is absolutely necessary that Xiaocan drink Mengpo soup when I return."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
King Yama: "..."
No, this human being is probably a fool.
I'm not afraid of him leaving a shadow.
From now on, I will be afraid to talk to humans
"Wait." He sighed helplessly, and used his divine power to bring Cong Mo back to his original place. "No matter where you die, you will eventually return here."
"I know."
"Then what's the difference between dying somewhere else and dying here?"
Cong Mo tilted his head, "Um... you said you thought it was unlucky for me to die here."
King Yama: "..."
That's exactly what he said.
"No..." He turned around twice in a hurry, "Do you really want to die?"
"That's a good idea."
"You won't be attached to the human world"
"Xiaocan can't leave me."
"Zi... What kind of reason is that?" The King of Hell frowned and pointed his finger, recalling Leng Can who was trapped in the protective shield and kept shouting.
The golden ball shattered, and Leng Can's body was out of control. He moved with the wind and crashed into Cong Mo.
Before Cong Mo could support him, Leng Can embraced him and threw him to the ground.
"Cong Mo, I hate you, I hate you, I despise you!" Leng Can came to his senses, immediately pinched her arm, and bit her neck, as if to vent his anger.
Cong Mo couldn't help but shrink back in pain, and lightly clasped his forearm with one hand, but made no move to resist.
The other hand raised up and slowly stroked the back of his head, "Don't hate me."
"If you bite me again, I'll kill you."
"Alright, both of you." The King of Hell shook his head, looking at them with disdain. He cast a spell and made them stand up. "Look at those necks, what a mess they've become!"
"Cong Mo, are you a fool?" Leng Can pursed his lips. Looking at the bleeding teeth marks on Cong Mo's neck, he felt heartbroken again. Big tears welled up in his eyes, "How can you die so easily! You won't even let me speak. What should I do if you die... Wuuuu... You're too, too much... Wuuu..."
"It's just death, not something to be afraid of." Cong Mo took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped away his tears.
"I don't want it." Leng Can dodged her hand, leaned over and hugged her, rubbing all his tears on her cheeks, "I don't want you to die. You don't cherish your own life, but I still cherish it. I won't allow it, I won't allow it..."
"Then I won't die." Cong Mo patted his back and comforted him, "I have to live, because you have to live too."
"Immortal, immortal..."
"You too." The King of Hell watched the two embrace and felt a rare pity for Leng Can, a man he always looked down upon as someone who "loved to hide behind women." "This is the first time I've seen a living person voluntarily want to die. It's quite surprising."
"Didn't you just say..."
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