On the other side of the phone, there was a busy sound soon.

But Cui Jue still put the earpiece of the mobile phone to his ear and waited quietly.

Wu Qianqiu walked around the black street, came back slowly, and saw Cui Jue's movements, so he decisively went around again.

Two laps, three laps...

In the end, Wu Qianqiu really couldn't stand it anymore, so he returned to the courtyard and shouted from afar: "How close are you and Su Yang, can you talk for so long?" ”

"I don't know, but Su Yang has been making strange noises."

Cui Jue pointed to his phone.

"Strange sounds..."

Wu Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, his expression became strange, he walked over, took the phone, listened to it, and then...

"This is Su Yang convulsive, don't care about him."

As he spoke, Wu Qianqiu put away his mobile phone and changed the subject: "What do you say?" ”

"Can you please bring Tong Tong over?"

Cui Jue asked very politely.

Wu Qianqiu frowned slightly: "Su Yang acquiesced? ”

"Well, it's our deal."

"I was in charge of saving him, and he gave me a chance to meet and communicate with him."

Cui Jue nodded seriously.

Wu Qianqiu's gaze at Cui Jue became more complicated, as if he wanted to complain about something, but he endured it and turned to leave.

After a while, he returned with Tong Tong.

In just half a day, Tong Tong's face looked even paler.

Cui Jue observed him carefully, put his fingers on his arm, and closed his eyes slightly.

A wisp of yin qi pulsed in Cui Jue's body.

After a while, Cui Jue suddenly opened his eyes, raised his palm, and landed on top of Tong Tong's head.

Tong Tong snorted.

In the next second, a wisp of pure dead qi diffused from Tong Tong's body and dissipated into the void.

"Is this what you call death?"

"It's over?"

Wu Qianqiu breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

But Cui Jue's gaze was still solemn: "This is only the first ray..."

Wu Qianqiu was stunned and no longer bothered Cui Jue, but silently closed the courtyard door and watched from a distance.

Inside the courtyard, there is absolute silence.

Cui Jue raised his hand suddenly.

The judge's pen shuttled out of the void, landed in his hand, and quickly shrunk, almost the same size as an ordinary brush.

He directly tore Tong Tong's shirt, twisted it over, and kept writing words on his back.

As soon as the words took shape, they were hidden.

Tong Tong fell into a special state, his eyes were closed, and his face was sometimes red, sometimes pale.

Above the head, there was black gas overflowing, spreading, and disappearing.

As time passed, Cui Jue's arm holding the judge's pen couldn't help but tremble a little, and the original wounds on his body continued to spill blood.

Especially the knees, under the condition of constantly mobilizing yin qi, the scabs broke again, and the official robes, which were originally bright red, were more vivid at this moment.

The whole courtyard, under the spread of dead air, became gloomy and cold.

Even Wu Qianqiu had to summon the power of the immortal spirit to protect his body, so he became much better.

And Cui Jue, who was closest to death, looked even more embarrassed.

I don't know how long it took, there was no longer dead air on the top of Tong Tong's head, Cui Jue breathed a sigh of relief, took a step back, and took back the judge's pen, and the whole face was full of weakness.

"It's a bit worse than I thought, but I'm glad I survived."

"The yin qi of the underworld has a natural affinity for the dead qi."

Cui Jue spoke softly.

Wu Qianqiu subconsciously looked at Tong Tong.

At this moment, Tong Tong's face looked extremely ruddy, and he no longer had the weakness he had before.

"Hard..."

Wu Qianqiu had just spoken, and before he finished speaking, Tong Tong suddenly snorted, his face turned from red to white, lifeless, and his body was constantly trembling, and his breathing was disordered.

Cui Jue's expression changed, regardless of the weakness of his body, he hurriedly got up and grabbed Tong Tong's arm.

"Dead Regeneration..."

"Endlessly."

"What is the reason?"

"This is a mortal situation!"

Obviously, the scene in front of him was completely unexpected by Cui Jue.

His face was a little ugly.

"What's the situation?"

Wu Qianqiu asked anxiously.

Cui Jue's eyes became more and more solemn, and his expression became solemn: "In his body, a large amount of dead qi is not gathered, but a steady stream of dead qi is born. ”

"Saved?"

Wu Qianqiu didn't talk too much nonsense and asked quickly.

"I can save it."

Cui Jue also did not hesitate, and spoke calmly, but still muttered to himself with some doubts: "It doesn't make sense, why does it keep breeding life and death..."

But he didn't have too much time to think about it, but directly raised the judge's pen, slit his left wrist, broke Tong Tong's mouth, and let the blood drip into his mouth.

"As a prefectural judge, this official has never had an unjust, false or wrongful conviction for thousands of years!"

"It's also a little merit."

"Now, with the blood of merit, I can barely block the speed of the birth of dead qi, and I will continue my life first!"

Cui Jue explained lightly.

After all, his current operation, no matter how you look at it, seems a bit evil.

Wu Qianqiu clenched his fists nervously and didn't say a word.

In this case, any superfluous words will only affect Cui Jue's judgment.

Cui Jue's blood did not have any taste of blood, but had a faint sweetness, and it could be vaguely seen that there was a faint golden light in every drop of blood.

Time passes.

Cui Jue's steps staggered slightly, and his face was as white as paper.

The painful look on Tong Tong's face gradually eased.

"It's finished?"

Wu Qianqiu asked cautiously.

Cui Jue shook his head solemnly: "Now I have only temporarily blocked the birth of dead qi, but at the latest half a month, when the power of merit dissipates, he will still die." ”

"The limit of what I can do is..."

"One year."

"Keep him safe within a year."

As the words fell, Cui Jue did not hesitate to turn the judge's pen, aimed the pen at his chest, and stabbed it hard!

In an instant, the pure 'heart and blood' dyed the pen red.

Cui Jue took a deep breath, and on Tong Tong's back, he kept outlining the Taoist words, and whispered softly in his mouth.

"In the name of the judge of the underworld, go against yin and yang, and change life and death..."

"Dead breath stops, and life is alive."

"Today, Cui Jue is willing to spend a thousand years of cultivation and ask for a year's life for the person in front of him."

As the words fell, in the void, the judge's pen sketched a blood-red word 'sheng', which was printed on Tong Tong's back, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

But he didn't look at himself, but stared at Tong Tong deadly.

It wasn't until the blood-red words gradually faded away, and Tong Tong's face was flushed again, that he breathed a sigh of relief, and fell tired on the floor tiles, his face full of tiredness.

And the floor tiles under him were already red with blood.

Wu Qianqiu watched this scene silently, with a complicated expression.