As soon as Mr. Cui Jue finished speaking, he saw a black scroll falling from the sky.
The Dharma scroll unfolded quickly, with a line of large characters written on it:
Maintain the peace of the underworld, Cui Jue is not guilty!
A star mark with purple light hangs below.
Seeing this, Cui Jue hurriedly saluted.
"I would like to express my gratitude to the Emperor for his thoughtfulness!"
After the scroll circled around the judge's house, it disappeared with a swish.
Immediately afterwards, the ghost on duty outside ran in panting.
"Reporting to Mr. Cui, General Li, the Bone of the Red Dragon, General Wei Qing, the Han Soul Cavalry, and Marquis Su Wu have sent three things!"
Cui Fujun was exhausted at this time.
Although he is in charge of the book of life and death and the judge's pen, modifying the life span of living beings is against the rules of the underworld, so it consumes a lot of his own yin virtue.
The thoughts in my mind were racing, and I had already vaguely guessed the intentions of Uncle Li and the others.
He quickly said, "Bring it up quickly!"
As the light flickered, I saw a charge horn that seemed to have tens of millions of people shouting;
A murderous tiger talisman for mobilizing troops;
Together with an unpretentious stick of loyalty, it flew up and pressed firmly on Chen Daji's name.
In this way, the longevity of this scourge will no longer be reduced...
Uncle Li's thick voice came from the charge.
"Master Fu, I have a big plan to deal with this child, so I can't trouble you to compromise your moral character."
"This karma belongs to me, old man!"
The tiger talisman for deploying troops and the loyalty staff came out with a sound at the same time.
"The three of us will share the responsibility!"
Seeing this, Cui Fujun finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
He cupped his fists and said softly: "Three high righteous people!"
At the same time, in Mo City.
When Qin Huali saw that Chen Daji was about to be struck by lightning because of his "immorality", he simply became heartbroken and reached out to grab a wooden donkey.
"Something went wrong, my Mo family will terminate the replacement!"
There was an explosion, and although the wooden donkey was captured by the Mohist giant, the wooden arm of the bird was also shattered by the backlash.
Qin Huali saw this and let out a long sigh: "The will of heaven cannot be deceived!"
But he didn't take any time to move. He stretched out his other intact arm and took down a wooden donkey.
There was another loud explosion, and wood chips flew into the air.
Although he paid a heavy price, the "human heart scale" finally no longer extracts Chen Daji's moral character.
In the flash of light, the "sale" is completed.
Chen Daji, who was finally out of danger, sat down on the ground in fear.
At that moment, he clearly realized that he was really going to die.
It's not the kind of soul that returns to the underworld or goes to Mayi Mountain to marry a wife, but that truly disappears into thin air.
"Fuck!"
"Uncle Qin, no wonder your business is not doing well!"
"Others are after money, but you are after your life!"
Qin Huali looked at her bare shoulders and gave a helpless smile.
"It's my fault, but it frightened the young general."
Although he said this, this second-generation king still had doubts in his heart:
This shouldn't be the case!
At this time, Hua Jiunan, who had checked Chen Daji's pulse and confirmed that he was fine, stepped forward and gently supported Qin Huali.
"Senior, are you...are you okay?!"
Today, the second generation of the Mohist clan is already a warrior.
Therefore, even if Hua Jiu Nan is unparalleled in benevolence and skill, there is nothing he can do about it.
After all, he is just a doctor, not a Mohist master.
Qin Huali gave a wry smile and shook her head slightly.
"Thank you for your trouble, Lord."
"My broken body can just be replaced with a pair of arms. It's no big deal!"
While they were talking, they saw four wooden figures with "work" written on them running from a distance, each carrying a huge box on their backs.
After arriving in front of Qin Huali, he first knelt down and saluted, then took out two brand-new arms and started replacing them.
This scene immediately aroused Chen Daji's strong curiosity, and he asked weakly and tentatively.
"Qin, Uncle Qin, is this okay?!"
"Can I help you change it?"
"We have been very handy since we were young. We can take apart alarm clocks, bicycles and other things at home and put them back together again!"
"At the end of the semester, the teacher's comments to us were all: stable grades and strong practical ability!"
Hearing this, Mr. Chang Ba pulled Chen Daji away with his tail.
Can't this scourge stop for a while? !
At the same time, he hurriedly said.
"Lord Qin, please don't listen to the nonsense of this little brat!"
"The teacher writes comments like that to show off to his father, Mr. Chen. After all, he donated a lot of money to the school!"
"The results are stable, which means that the little kid comes last in every exam;"
"Strong hands-on ability means he doesn't learn well: he knows how to fight with others every day!"
Chen Daji suddenly became anxious when he saw his gay friend trying to undermine him.
Jumping three feet high, he pointed at Mr. Chang Ba and spittle flew everywhere.
"Baye, how can you say that to us?"
"Then we can dismantle the things at home and put them back again. Isn't that nonsense?"
Chang Baye glanced at Chen Daji disdainfully.
"I put it back together, but every time there are a bunch of extra parts!"
Everyone: "..."
