After a while, Zhao Yunlan withdrew his extremely oppressive eyes, lowered his eyelids, frowned half-truely, and asked calmly: "And I think this is very strange. Why do you dare not even take the Soul-Suppressing Order, but you dare to recognize me as a mortal? I am a man, with a first-class bragging skill and no ability at all. I can't do anything, I don't eat enough, and my brain is not good at using it. You see, I'll be stupid as soon as someone else pours me ecstasy."

The judge only felt that an organ in his stomach that had not been used for a long time was throbbing and had to pile up with a smile on his face: "Where, where."

Zhao Yunlan suddenly leaned forward and leaned closer to him and asked, "No, my ancestors have anything to do with Kunlun, right? That's so awesome."

The judge complained secretly.

However, Zhao Yunlan still refused to let him go and continued to say, "In the past six months, I have never stopped. It is the Sundial of Reincarnation and the Cone of Mountains and Rivers. This time I have another merit pen. I think it is enough to make a stick in the southeast, west and north. Hey, where do these four holy tools come from? It seems that the Merit pen has something to do with Kunlun. It is said that the Sundial of Reincarnation is made of the Three Lives Stone. I heard that when Nuwa created humans, she threw a clay man and fell a grain of sand.

At the end, she looked up and found that the sand had become a pillar like a big funnel, and was about to poke it into the sky, as if it was about to devour the three realms. Nuwa quickly took it away and calmed it up. The past and present lives and the next life of the stone were later called the Three Life Stone. In this way, the reincarnation sundial was also related to Nuwa. There are also mountains, rivers, and the Great Xuanwu belongs to water. Is it related to the Feng family Fuxi back then? The water here is a bit deep? I feel frightened when I hear it."

The judge wiped his sweat: "The little talent is ignorant and shallow, but it is really..."

"Besides, it has been alarmed for thirty-three days of great disturbances. At that time, there must be many masters going there. Originally, the people of heaven and earth have such great merits. We must rush to establish this advanced. Who else has the underworld joined forces with? Demon clan? Masters of various Tantric cultivation? Gods? Masters of Soul-Slaying Envoys are also unruly. They have to rush to clean up the portal, right?" Zhao Yunlan said this, and said, "You said I am such a small fish and shrimp, and I don't know anyone except Soul-Slaying Envoys. What did you do? You won't..."

The judge's heart was raised by him. Zhao Yunlan chuckled and said slowly: "Is it that I asked me to say hello to that adult, so let me go home frequently?"

The judge was shocked and raised his head suddenly. In front of him was Zhao Yunlan's face that was not in the oil and salt, but not in the soft and hard.

For a moment, he almost felt that the man sitting opposite him had seen through him, but he could not catch any clues.

Daqing's hair exploded and "meowed" in an unfriendly manner. The sound was pressed out of his throat. It was not like a cat's cry, but a little like a tiger and leopard roar. It stood up from Zhao Yunlan's legs, showed its sharp claws at the judge, and the bell between its neck was slightly shaken.

The judge was obviously afraid of it, so he shrank backwards the chair, and quickly looked up at Zhao Yunlan, smiled and said kindly: "What did Lord Ling say..."

Zhao Yunlan relaxed his whole body and leaned back behind the chair with no shape and style: "I think we have to say this carefully. During the Chinese New Year, I am a little mortal with no power to tie a chicken. I am involved in such a dangerous thing by you. What if I have a short and no sign of the flowers blooming next spring?

Judge: "Of course, ensure the safety of the Lord."

Zhao Yunlan sneered: "You can't even get in a mountain, so what can you use to ensure my safety?"

Judge: "This..."

Zhao Yunlan went down and said, "I want to take my own people, it doesn't matter, right?"

The judge was stunned.

Then, Zhao Yunlan showed a toothache expression again. When the judge saw it, he couldn't help but follow him toothache. Zhao Yunlan sighed long: "But I don't have enough people. Look, most of my subordinates can only move at night. At best, they can only run legs. It's useless. They can be mobilized during the day. In total, there is only a small snake that is not even a foot long, a intern who can do nothing, and a selfie Internet addicted boy..."

The judge vaguely knew what he meant.

"It's finally easy to have a corpse king, and he's more capable, but...ah!"

The judge changed his mind. As long as he was not stupid, he could naturally consider whether Chu Shuzhi's affairs or merit pens were more important. Although it has become a common practice for the underworld to take advantage of the delay of the judgment period, it is not easy to offend Zhao Yunlan for this trivial matter. So he said understandingly: "Mr. Chu's merit shackles should expire, but some small procedures have not been completed on our side. Since the Lord has asked this, I will make a decision first and take it down for him."

"Oh," Zhao Yunlan immediately jumped up and crawled along the way, and his expression and tone became colder. "I thought he was dissatisfied with merits or did something that shouldn't have done on my back. I just asked me to tie it up and lock it next door to reflect on it - this matter is a bit inconvenient. I think your work efficiency is also a bit low. If you make such a misunderstanding, you may think that the underworld is deliberately delaying it."

The judge was silent and wanted to kill Zhao Yunlan. He didn't know when he had offended this difficult-to-door Lord. He always felt that the other party was deliberately playing tricks on him today, giving him two sticks according to his head, and giving him a sweet date to see some hope. He took a break for a while, before he could pour it on, he poured two sticks again.

Zhao Yunlan waved his hand, and took out a piece of letter paper from the desk as if helpless, picked up a pen and started writing, and said while writing, "Forget it, Lao Chu is still twisting it with me. I really can't make any moves now, but the judge you are talking about a big thing, and you can't delay it in my hands. I can't bear this eternal crime-"

The judge had already been tortured by him and he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt as if the blue sky and white clouds appeared in the horror movie, and then there would be a monster. He looked at Zhao Yunlan more nervously.

Sure enough, Zhao Yunlan continued: "It's not convenient for me to go, and you don't dare to take the Soul-Suppressing Order. I have a way to get the best of both worlds. Find someone who dares to take it, and that's not..."

The judge suddenly had an ominous premonition, looked down and found Zhao Yunlan's messy handwriting like a doctor who prescribed medicine: "Soul-killing Master, I feel as if I am not sure."

The judge's butt slipped on the chair and almost leaked out.

Of course, the underworld is not afraid to take the Soul-Suppressing Order, but the people in the Ten Halls discussed it and thought that three of the four holy weapons were born, and the Reincarnation Ding was probably in the hands of the Ghost Monk, but the whereabouts of the Shanhe Cone have been unknown. Although the Soul-Slaying Envoy is too lazy to see them, they are not stupid, so of course they will not take it out on their own initiative. Who can guarantee that the Soul-Slaying Envoy does not want to do what the Ghost Monk wants to do? If he rebels, who will he cry?

At present, the underworld could not find a talent who could intervene in the battle between the two great gods, and was suspicious of the Soul-Slaying Envoy, so she tried to use Zhao Yunlan to restrain him.

But the Soul-Suppressing Order Lord was almost becoming a spirit. Even Mama Rong couldn't tell him that he was so contemptuous. It was not so easy to use? Just one line of words, the judge felt that Zhao Yunlan knew what they were thinking, and that he was playing tricks on him like a bastard.

He didn't know how much Zhao Yunlan knew and whether he had contacted the Soul-Slaying Envoy in private, but his scheming could no longer be taken care of, and he couldn't help but calm down: "What does the Lord Ling mean?"

Zhao Yunlan said innocently: "It's not interesting. Do you think it's inappropriate to do this?"

The judge looked at him coldly.

Zhao Yunlan spread his hands and said even more surprised: "Well, what? Isn't the Soul-Slaying Envoy a ghost immortal who came out of your Netherworld?"

Judge: "…"

Zhao Yunlan asked another question that he could not answer.

After a bitter silence, the judge finally understood deeply what it means to "a lie must be completed with a thousand lies", especially this person who was still trying hard to catch the unrounded place. The two of them were speechless awkwardly for half a minute before the judge said stiffly: "The monster was born in front of the ancient tree of merit in the underworld, and it has something to do with the Soul-Slaying Envoy, and he always needs to avoid suspicion."

"Oh," Zhao Yunlan's smirk was restrained and nodded, "The judge said to me that I dare not discuss the strengths and weaknesses of the immortals, so why are you doing hypocritical? If you don't worry, just say it directly. I'm not incomprehensible - that's really because I'm doing something wrong."

After he finished speaking, he threw the letter into a ball and said, "I'll go with you."

The judge was knocked unconscious by the pie that fell from the sky.

The next moment, Zhao Yunlan took out his cell phone from his pocket and called the Human Resources Department: "Hey, Wang Zheng, it's me. Did you see my text message just now? Well, okay, print a copy, bring it to me, and show it to the customer."

Wang Zheng was well-trained and floated in within three minutes. He got a long list. When he opened the door, the judge saw a large group of big and small ghosts floating in the corridor, blocking the cracks in the door, all looking in secret, making the judge almost explode.

Zhao Yunlan held one hand on his chin and pressed the list on the table with the other hand, pushing forward: "There are quite a lot of unjust, false and wrong cases in recent years. Some of them delayed the procedures and some of them were sentenced severely. I think it is better to choose a date than a day, so just let the judge get it together - Oh, by the way, and when Chu Shuzhi put the shackles of merit, did he still have some 'old things' left to you?"

Judge: "…"

Zhao Yunlan: "Hmm?"

The judge squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "I should return it."

Zhao Yunlan was still dissatisfied: "When should you hurry to leave and leave us some time to pack our luggage."

The judge finally never wanted to see him again, so he said "before dawn", rolled up the list on the table and turned around and left.

Zhao Yunlan looked at his back, which was afraid of running slowly, and showed a sarcastic smile. He lit a cigarette with the burning sparks of paper, then stepped on it and opened the window to breathe.

Daqing leaned over to the window and looked up and asked him, "Didn't the Soul-Slaying Envoy not let you agree?"

"What are you peeking at?" Zhao Yunlan gave it a blank look, and then fell down seriously, "I have no discussion on this matter, I have to go."

Chen Wei looked gentle and polite, but in fact he was not moved, and he was very stubborn and tough, but he was unwilling to lose his identity and be calculating for many things. There was no reason to let the underworld suspect him so much and plot against him. Zhao Yunlan felt that he seemed to be persevering in fulfilling some duty, and seemed to have designed a result for himself, which made Zhao Yunlan feel a vague premonition in his heart.

He reached out and stroked Daqing's head against Mao, and then experienced and quickly avoided the cat claw attack, saying casually: "I want a merit pen, take it back as a betrothal gift..."

Daqing was furious: "Speak human words!"

"We need to use the method of dealing with villains." Zhao Yunlan's face turned down, "A hundred years have changed to the King of Hell. This term has only been in power for less than twenty years. It is really becoming more and more unreasonable. I have no intention of provoking them, but they have repeatedly provoked me unhappy... In this way, I will take you to Kunlun. The top of Kunlun Mountain is the forbidden area of ​​the gods, not the backyard for them to have fun."

Daqing jumped on his shoulder: "Where is Chu Shuzhi?"

"No matter how hard he is, he dares to yell at the leader." Zhao Yunlan said this, and still couldn't help but take out the key, gently pushed open the door of his office, and took a look inside.

I saw that Guo Changcheng could not hold on to sleep anymore, but he didn't dare to lie on the bed, but he just lay tiredly on Zhao Yunlan's desk. The soul-squeezing order on Chu Shuzhi's body could not do anything about it for the time being. The poor corpse king could only sit there. However, he had a blanket on his body, probably because he was afraid that he would be bored, Guo Changcheng stuffed him headphones and then played more than ten movies in the playlist in Storm Video.

Chu Shuzhi glanced at Zhao Yunlan in a noble and cold manner, treated him as a lump of air, then turned his head blankly and turned his attention back to the computer screen.

Zhao Yunlan turned around and locked the door: "I was so sick that I was like the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager. Damn, Guo Changcheng is such a stupid thing, I really mourn his misfortune for his second uncle and angry at him for not fighting."

The next day, Guo Changcheng was woken up by Zhao Yunlan by phone. He rubbed his eyes and was surprised to find that Chu Shuzhi had stood up. The blanket was covered by him at some point. Chu Shuzhi stood in front of the window with a serious expression, frowned tightly, and looked at the sky outside - it was pitch black, but the street lights had already gone when it was time.

It's not dawn.

Zhao Yunlan asked simply on the phone: "Xiao Guo, have you gotten up?"

Guo Changcheng rubbed his eyes hard and responded.

Zhao Yunlan said in a gentle tone: "When a customer will go to No. 4 Guangming Road, it is the 'over there'. I'll send something over. Look at your Brother Chu and let him calm down. It's not time to tear him off. Don't be too much about others. You don't have to talk nonsense to them, but don't show your timidity. Have you heard it?"

Guo Changcheng nodded in a daze: "Chu Zhao, where are you?"

"I'll do something." Zhao Yunlan's signal seemed a little bad. She "snaped" inside and told him, "Don't run around, remember to call your family to report your safety and follow Chu Shuzhi."

As soon as Guo Changcheng put down the phone, he heard a creepy clapper sound. He suddenly turned around and heard the door of Director Zhao Yunlan's office being knocked a few times. Chu Shuzhi turned his head and said, "Come in."

The door that was originally locked opened with a creaking sound. A paper man wearing a high hat walked in with a huge package in his hand, placed it respectfully in front of Chu Shuzhi, then folded his hands together and said something low. Chu Shuzhi changed. There were a few piercing words on his cheeks, and a circle of heavy locks were hung on his wrists, ankles and even on his neck. These things appeared on him, and then quickly fell off and fell to the ground, forming a small ball, and were received into the paper man's hand.

Guo Changcheng grew up in surprise and stood up.

The paper man bowed to him, and Guo Changcheng quickly returned the gift, and accidentally hit the monitor on Zhao Yunlan's desk.

Chu Shuzhi glanced at Guichao, looked down on his face, then raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to open the package in front of him - he saw that most of the things inside were made of bones, and there was a vague flash of indescribable blue and cold light, all of which he was familiar with... things he used to using three hundred years ago.

Chu Shuyi glanced over and frowned first, and asked in a bad tone: "Where are we ordering the Lord?"

Yin Chai was probably taught by the judge the day before, and shook his head and said that he could not speak. Then he bowed to the two of them without knowing it, and walked out staggeringly.

At this time, the Soul-Slaying Envoy had arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. He took a deep breath. The air was thin and cold, with the desolation and heaviness that seemed to come from ancient times. It was already dawn. However, the top of the mountain was as dark as ink, and the sky was still drooping.

The sound of the wind was faintly mixed with some crying sound, which was dark and cold, as if the sleeping souls on the ground were awakened by something.

He couldn't help but reach out and touched the Soul-Slaying Sword on his waist. At this time, the Soul-Slaying Slayer heard footsteps behind him. He did not turn around, but just said lightly: "Come on, then let's go."

"Wait a little longer," said a familiar voice, "the person who asked me to lead the way has not arrived yet. I was afraid that the plane would miss it, so I came here for a while."
Chapter completed!