"Shut up. The judge yelled, "Shut up." ”

Before the slaves could take action, the judge took the lead. Seeing a judge's pen swinging towards him, Zhao Ji leaned back, barely dodging, and soon he realized that this was just a trick to put Liu Anshi to death. However, Liu Anshi's martial arts skills were excellent, and he did not panic, paced to the side and avoided it smoothly, and quickly walked to the side, and the house slaves also came up to prepare for the battle.

After all, he won't hurt himself temporarily, and Zhao Ji is not too anxious, and he is somewhat using Liu Anshi as a shield. However, his ears were so sensitive that he heard the clatter of metal objects as the great judge's pen swung over him—more than two!

He immediately turned his head and shouted: "His judge's pen can be divided into sections!"

Wu Jian couldn't react for a while, and was wrapped around his neck by a pen divided into five or six sections, and was about to struggle, when he lowered his eyes - the tip of the pen was against his throat!

The judge's pen is not a round, lubricated one, but flattened, one end suddenly becomes sharp, so Wu Jian's neck is cut into a dripping circle, blood like a waterfall, like volcanic magma, overflowing and flowing down, over the judge's pen down, like wearing a blood-red necklace on the neck, dense tassels woven into a red thin cloth, all the way to the clothes are also dyed dark, just like the abrupt and dazzling red on the judge's body.

He was not dead, but he was bleeding a lot, and the pain was terrible, but he didn't dare to move, and his eyes looked at his master sadly—while Liu Anshi shook his head regretfully, looking very sorry.

He heard the judge laughing: "Look at your appearance, you still fantasize that your master will save you? A slave who is nothing, why have you followed him for so many years, what are you trying to do?"

"I'm ......" As soon as Wu Jian spoke, the judge's pen tightened a point, he bared his teeth, the pain could not be contained, the upper half of his face was crying, but the lower half of his face was struggling to squeeze out a smile.

The judge looked at him, his wrist moved slightly, and he said expressionlessly: "It's really uncomfortable to laugh more than crying." Don't you know that no matter how you laugh, you can't smile as well as the little prince. He glanced at Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji frowned and looked away, so he looked at Wu Jian again, "You're going to die, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you. Uh-" As soon as Wu Jian spoke, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose again, flowing down to his neck, and the tassel extended upward: "My life is given by the master, and I don't want anything." What should be given to me, the lord has already given it to me, and there is no betrayal and suspicion. But you, who are still dangerous, don't know it. ”

The judge laughed: "I'm dangerous, what danger am I, killing people is a common thing for my judge, but I'm a dangerous existence for you ants—it's funny, funny, it's funny!" When he laughed, his face was hideous, and his stiff skin couldn't support his exaggerated expression, like a crumpled piece of paper, which could not be broken, and the powder flew away, and he could not return to the beginning.

"Don't you believe it?" Wu Jian said, "Have you never died?"

The judge laughed, "It's funny what you said." Why am I called the Judge? I was born again from the dead, and I became like this. Do you want to hear it? You can listen to it if you don't want to, but you don't have a choice. Do you know why I am like this? It was I who was so frivolous, too—it was my master who pushed me into the lime! Ah, the hot, hellish fire, he put the lid on it, and left me soaked in it for three days and three nights...... After lifting the lid, instead of dying, my skin and internal organs were corroded, and the whole person was more conscious and focused. It is precisely because I penetrated life that I am qualified to arrange for death. Do you understand? I die, but I am born again, and you live, but you can only die once. ”

As soon as the words fell, blood gushed out.

The judge's right hand twitched, and the judge's brush was withdrawn, making a sound of cutting through the flesh and bones, and turned back into a pen, which was carried straight in his hand, and a drop of blood dripped down the body of the pen, from the tip of the pen to the ground, red ink. The judge lifted the pen in his left hand again, stabbed Wu Jian's body with a brush, tore his clothes and tore off the flesh, and spurted blood.

He wrote a "life" on him.

At the end of the book, the judge swiped hard and cut his abdomen.

Wu Jian fell straight down.

The tip of the judge's pen had made a great hole in his throat, and had punctured his trachea and vocal cords, so that he could not utter a single wail, and his face was like a withered plant, rapidly shriveled and discolored, and shapeless.

Wu Jian died a terrible death, his mouth was wide open, and until he died, his eyes were staring at the judge's stiff and pale face.

Wu Dao showed a slightly surprised look, and Wu Gou was also thoughtful.

The judge seemed to be blinded by the catkins, and gently wiped his eyes with his wrist with one hand, and said, "I said a long time ago that it only takes me one word to kill." I should thank you for giving you death. ”

Zhao Ji wanted to vomit a little. His head was tilted to the side, his hands covering his mouth, and his eyes were red.

When the judge saw it, he didn't let him go, and said with a smile: "Little prince, why are you crying? Of course, I'll try not to let you see it, okay?"

Zhao Ji was silent, the judge smiled slightly, and turned his head to look at Wu Dao and Wu Hook: "Are you two going up together, or are you dying one by one?"

He took a step back, and the two of them roared to attack, and he stepped back, two pens one up and one behind him, this time he attacked sharply, and the two pens seemed to be grinding meat, and stabbed straight past.

Fear spilled into the corners.

To be honest, Zhao Ji has never looked down on life and death. His lack of desire for a position of power has also brought to a large extent the trait of greed for life and fear of death: I have given up everything, but you still want me to die?

But how can the things of this world be as they should be? Giving up when gaming, rounding up is equivalent to giving up everything and becoming a fish to be slaughtered. A little discouragement is a precursor to total loss.

If you really give up everything, you'll be nothing.

Wu Dao and Wu Hook are still struggling to resist.

If a person's weapon is used well, it can be called "flowing water", then the judge is "a pool of stagnant water".

It is a dark waterhole, silent, silent, silent, what demons and monsters are unknown, it is lost, but the moment it touches the water, a giant crocodile suddenly sprang out of it.

The two judges' pens were soaked in bright red ink before, heavy, dripping, bits and pieces of miserable relatives, dots, skimming, pinching—all splashes from the terrible silence, great waves, whirlpools, broken flaws, unstoppable fatal blows, deaths that are powerless to resist.

It was he who wrote people's names in the book of life and death, grabbed people's souls and dragged them out, and it was an unnegotiable monster from the underworld who came from the underworld and came running for a human head.

Compared with Wu Jian, Wu Dao was calmer and more concentrated, and in the face of the judge's offensive, he held on for a longer time.

The judge has two pens for one person, and he does not fall behind against two people at all, but is more fierce and fierce, which makes it even more difficult for them to parry - after all, he just played against three people at the same time without falling behind!

Now that his partner was dead and the judge's momentum was even greater, Wu Dao didn't dare to relax for a moment, but the barely able to resist each other just now had gradually turned into only defending and not attacking, and it became more and more difficult.

The judge's pen was heavy and sharp, and the metal howls struck his bones with a clang.

The tiger's mouth where he held the knife began to bleed. His pain was no longer sensitive, his eyelids were sinking deeper, and he realized the horror of the other man: he was not forcing him to give up resistance, but luring him to wander: each of his attacks was elusive, unsuspecting, fearful, and more tired each time than the last, and he knew that the only way to reverse this trend was—

He smiled miserably and looked back at Zhao Ji: "Little prince, you really want to kill us." We can't be even a little bit better than him, but if we have a little bit of it, we can hope to come back to the game. But now, I can't do it at all. ”

Zhao Ji's expression was light, and his tone was even colder like water droplets in a cloud, gentle and cold.

He said, "But you can't beat three people." Isn't that so, Judge?"

The judge grinned, "When people are desperate, they really tell the truth." Little prince, have you started to worry about your own safety? Are you worried that I will not let you go after I kill Lord Liu?"

Zhao Ji said: "If I think like this, I may really be afraid." ”

"Little prince, are you going to turn against you—ah!" Wu Dao only had time to say half a sentence, and was shocked that he had revealed his flaws, and when he prayed that he would not be discovered, the judge's pen raised his head, changed it into a thorn, and stabbed it straight at his throat, and he couldn't dodge it, and the alarm clock showed the tragic situation of his partner before his death, and he couldn't help but exclaim, although it was short, it was humiliating enough, and the judge couldn't help laughing: "You are really cowardly as a mouse, such a nest before you die!"

Wu Dao seemed to be enraged all of a sudden, and said stiffly: "You despicable villain, you just killed me!"

Zhao Ji said: "Don't be affected by him. ”

Wu Dao slammed back suddenly: "Why should I listen to you?"

Zhao Ji saw that it was irretrievable, so he had to smile bitterly: "Ah...... Then don't listen to it. ”

He turned his head to avoid the next scene, but he didn't hear the sound of the skin opening just now, but Liu Anshi let out a short and confused "Huh". So Zhao Ji turned around, and the judge and Wu Dao were in a stalemate with each other, and it seemed that an hour had passed between them. And the moment he saw this scene, it changed suddenly: it was not the judge who made a move, but Wu Hook on the side took advantage of the only moment when the two were evenly matched, grabbed here with a hook, and hooked a judge pen with a bang!

"Huh?" the judge was slightly surprised, "I laughed at him and forgot about you." He tried to withdraw the judge's pen but failed, and said, "It's amazing, you can see that you are very determined to save him." ”

Wu Gou said: "Don't kill him, I'll be your opponent!"

At this time, Wu Dao roared angrily: "Idiot, stupid, kill a thousand knives!" He has been a house slave for decades, almost forgetting how to say heavy words, scolding whatever he thinks, and is so angry that he almost cried, "Is your hook used to kill people or pluck strings? Leave me alone! Kill him directly, don't save me, just let me die, I've already lost, and if I defeat him, I'll kill myself, if you don't kill him now, not only me, you won't survive, and the master will also be murdered!"

Wu Gou said: "If you want to die, I will die, and you will deal with things most decisively." I controlled him—"The hook hooked the judge's pen, from top to bottom, from the first to the second, the tip of the pen was facing the Wu hook, one in front and one in the back, one horizontal and one vertical, the angle was very good, but the judge could not move any pen.

The judge smiled and said, "Amazing, if I had just started, wouldn't I have missed out on so many new things?" Well, I'll show you my new tricks too. ”

"Hurry!" Wu Hook said, "Don't let him make a move!"

The judge smiled and hurriedly said, "Oh no, no, no, I don't make a move." I can't do it right now, but-"

Caught off guard, Wu Gou's eyes were bright red.

The bright red was so strong and thick that he couldn't open his eyes for a moment, and the strong smell of rust went straight into his nose and throat.

"Something!ah, something!" he screamed, and the hook in his hand was loosened.

The judge hissed: "Don't you recognize, this is your brother's blood, separated by a layer of skin, why are you so afraid?"

Liu Anshi exclaimed: "This pen, while killing people, is still sucking blood...... he shook his head again and again and lamented, "It's really vicious, extremely vicious." ”

Zhao Ji hissed and said, "I really can't imagine that a pen has such a complicated mechanism." I feel like it's a little overwhelming now. ”

——Under the touch of the judge's pen, the tip of the pen was opened, showing a flower-shaped, the petals were sharp like sharp teeth, and the small knives were covered with fine ones, and from the hollow barrel of the pen, strong blood burst out and sprayed vigorously on Wu Gou's face.

The impact of that moment was extremely great, Wu Hook was in severe pain, he opened his eyes only a piece of plasma color, and the color gradually darkened, so he almost collapsed thinking that he was stabbed blind, and he was panicked for a while, slamming around like a headless color fly, shouting, raising the hook and splitting around, almost forgetting the use of the hook: "What about people, what about people, you come out, come out, come out!"

At this moment, Wu Dao sobered up and calmed down, he was out of danger, immediately gritted his teeth and jumped up, raised his knife and slashed towards the judge, and shouted: "Suffer death!"

The judge didn't care about Wu Dao at all, but just smiled solemnly, revealing his snow-white fangs: "I have never seen anyone call my judge's name so eagerly." It seems that you are tired of life-" After speaking, he lifted a judge's pen, casually pointed at Wu Dao, as if writing a word on rice paper, and finally nodded a little in a dashing manner, and the pen was sharp, like a drop of blood;

But he saw the judge laughing.

It seemed that something had succeeded, that kind of uncomfortable laugh.

He reacted: "Oops!

When he dodged, he was too far away from Wu Hook.

The consequence of being too far away is not being able to cooperate.

It's just that he can't cooperate, and the fatal thing is that he can't save his life in time.

He looked at the other judge's pen on Wu Hook's forehead.

He dropped his knife and pounced.

- hugged the judge's leg.

The judge looked down and kicked him in disgust, but didn't kick away. Wu Dao used all his strength and shouted: "Wu Gou! This is the last chance! Kill him!"

Wu Gou suddenly woke up from his madness and anger, and when he opened his eyes, he clearly saw that the judge was holding a pen and pointing at himself, and the pen had pierced the skin of his forehead, and there was a little pain. That's when he felt the pain.

The pain is that he is still alive, and if he is still alive and can see him, he will be killed-for the sake of the master!

The judge's leg was held by Wu Dao, and he couldn't move, so he raised another pen to block it, and as soon as he lifted it, he suddenly heard the piercing sound of sharpening the knife, and his hand also felt the same pain due to the huge pulling force.

One of his judge's pens was cut off by Wu Hook's hook.

He couldn't stop the huge force of Wu Hook, so he only reluctantly changed the direction of the weapon, and Wu Hook's hook was crooked, slashing past the edge of his neck, and cutting a hole. The judge was like a dead man, his wound was still white, and it took a long time for a wisp of black blood to slowly flow out, as if there was no blood on him at all.

However, the judge was not without injuries. He stumbled and seemed to be in pain. However, this only lasted for a moment, and then he laughed: "You are so courageous, if you want to disobey life and death, it will make you fall deeper into hell!"

Wu Dao said: "Your judge's pen is already missing, why are you still hard in this mouth?"

The judge said, "When did I say that I won by the number of weapons? Two people, two pens, that's fair." Now, you're the only one left, so I'll be able to use a pen. ”

"What ......" When Wu Dao was puzzled, he suddenly heard Wu Hook let out a depressed snort that was not human or ghost, short, desperate, and unbelievable.

Liu Anshi said: "Dangerous. ”

Zhao Ji's face turned pale.

Wu Dao went to see Wu Hook.

Wu Hook's head was pierced by a long judge's pen. From the front of the forehead to the back of the head. He didn't have time to react, and he couldn't believe it.

Blood dripped to the ground with an unknown liquid.

The judge smiled brightly, his narrow eyes narrowed, and his eyes seemed to be two wounds.

The judge's brush was withdrawn, and it suddenly became shorter than before.

And Wu Hook fell to the ground silently.

At the same time as Wu Hook fell, his hand threw the hook with the last bit of consciousness. Seeing the hook flying over, Wu Dao let go of one hand and raised a string of knives, Wu Hook's hook hung on his knife, and he turned around twice.

Wu Dao let out a heart-rending wail. The wailing was so loud that it alarmed the bats outside the window, and they flew into the sky with a bang. He slashed with his knife and slashed his head in the air, like the screams of a beast dying in death, the last bit of ferocity. It is difficult to tell who is the beast and who is the hunter at the moment.

And then he was—dead.