Marriage of the Ghost Chapter 9

When he left Qujiang City, it was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. On the second day after the fire in the north of the city, Lucas Fu immediately went to Yucheng where the fierce battle was in full swing. All the follow-up matters were handed over to Taoist Zhongnan who arrived later. His fellow disciples were curious about why he, who had always been conscientious and responsible, was so out of character. People all over the world praised him, saying that he was worried about the war and worked hard. Only Lucas Fu knew in his heart that his worries were all excuses. The truth was that he fled. As the main contributor to breaking the blood array, he left Qujiang almost in a state of fleeing.

At that time, the crabapple trees in the city were still so abnormally gorgeous, with pale pink petals fluttering like snow, rustling and falling, as if endless. Lucas Fu felt that he would never return to Qujiang in this life.

Now, when I entered the city for the second time, it was already a cold winter. There was little snow in Qujiang, and the whole city was filled with the sound of wind. There was not a single fallen flower under the crabapple tree in the inn, and the green leaves were blown away by the wind, leaving only the bare trunk, and the slender branches that were scattered all over the place could not be climbed or broken.

Seeing Lucas Fu standing in the courtyard in a daze, the old shopkeeper told him that the crabapple trees that year bloomed until the first heavy snow after winter. Since then, until now, for three years, no one has bloomed. Looking around the city, all the crabapple trees are like this. Not only do they grow few new leaves in the spring, but the trunks themselves are also gradually withering, and one by one they die.

"We opened too much in the past and damaged our vitality." The old shopkeeper sighed.

Lucas Fu agreed: "That's true."

The blood array buried the corpse's heart deep in the loess, and used the water of Lin Lake to seal the resentful soul. The resentment grew from underground, and there was nowhere to dissipate, so it would naturally affect the local ground energy through the soil and water systems, causing the vegetation to mutate.

This was also the reason why he determined that there was something strange under the ginkgo tree.

Anyone who does evil will leave clues.

Half a month later, a disciple of Zhongnan found Oliver in an empty house in the north of the city.

Days of hiding and fighting with the pursuers had consumed too much of his energy. The once world-famous ghost-controlling master was crawling on the ground, without the daily suppression of a bowl of human blood. Under the torn black scarf, his distorted and crooked face was revealed, seven parts like a ghost and three parts like a human, and it was terrifying to look at. He hissed and his eyes were wide open, as red as blood.

"Is this a human or a ghost?" A timid disciple couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Lucas Fu stood in front of him slowly, holding a long sword in his hand. "The evil thief Jin Jizi stole the treasures of our sect, secretly practiced forbidden techniques, betrayed his master and ancestors, and betrayed his master. According to Zhongnan Law, he must be killed without mercy. Later, he changed his name to Oliver, and he degenerated into depravity. He wandered the world, bewitched the princes, enslaved the evil spirits, and instigated ghosts, committing the crime of killing. He set up a blood array, went against the will of heaven, and poisoned the people. Heaven cannot tolerate this. Do you know your crime?"

He stood tall and asked loudly. The righteous energy of the Heavenly Gang flowed around his body, and the sword in his hand shone brightly, as majestic as an immortal.

"You are just a junior, and you dare to teach me a lesson. What a joke." Oliver said in a hoarse voice. As he coughed, some blood foam appeared at the corners of his mouth. Oliver ignored him and laughed loudly with his head raised.

"How dare you!" The Zhongnan Daoists behind him drew their swords and shouted, "Don't be rude to the master!"

Oliver laughed even more wildly, holding his chest and coughing continuously, his chin soon covered with blood stains: "Master? He is the master? Then who is Jin Yunzi? Where is Jin Yunzi? Go find him!"

As he laughed hoarsely, black blood gushed out of his eyes, nostrils, and even ears. The jet-black blood flowed like earthworms, winding on his purple-black face. Amid coughs, his skinny body wrapped in black cloth trembled constantly, swaying as if about to fall.

The reason why the technique is forbidden is not only because of its great power and the serious harm it can cause to others. It is also because practicing this technique is too risky and can cause harm to the practitioner himself. In the mildest case, the meridians may be damaged, and the hands and feet may become disabled. In the worst case, the practitioner may become possessed and lose his mind.

His half-human, half-ghost appearance was caused by his forced training, and he was already seriously injured. In addition, the blood formation was broken, and the resentment backfired. The Oliver in front of him no longer had the reputation he once had. He had lost all his power and was dying, but he was just relying on the few remaining moments to survive.

Lucas Fu could not help but feel a little disappointed. The senior brother that man had been thinking about all the time, ended up like this. He returned the sword to its sheath and ordered everyone around him, "Tie him up with ropes and bring him back to Zhongnan to be punished."

Everyone took the order and stepped forward with swords in hand.

Oliver was completely unaware and continued to lie prone on the ground, shouting, "Where's Jin Yunzi? Go find him! I will fight him. I want to duel with him! I don't believe I will lose to him again!"

Now, let alone picking up the sword to fight, he doesn't even have the strength to stand up on his own.

A young and energetic disciple couldn't restrain himself and shouted at him, "Bah! What kind of person is the master? How could he fight with an ugly monster like you?"

Oliver stopped talking, gasping for breath, and dug his hands into the soil, leaving deep scratches one after another.

Lucas Fu shook his head and turned away, unwilling to look. As he started to leave, he heard Oliver whisper, "Where is Li Ji?"

"Dead." Lucas Fu replied.

There was no sound behind him for a long time. Lucas Fu straightened his back and waited with bated breath.

Oliver asked, "Then...where is my junior fellow apprentice?"

Closing his eyes, Lucas Fu pursed his lips tightly: "He's dead too."

Only by killing the guards can the blood formation be broken. Li Ji guards the lake formation, and Han Zhi guards the tree formation. Both guards must be killed at the same time to prevent resentment from spreading and endangering the people.

Oliver fell into silence again, and Lucas Fu could hear the rustling sound of the ropes wrapped around his body.

"This is the second time he died because of me." This was a young and clear voice, but it was filled with deep sadness and self-blame.

"He didn't do that because of you!" Lucas Fu turned around abruptly, his usually calm face torn to pieces by the raging anger, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, his voice was stern, "He who aided and abetted the tyrant must be put to death."

The Taoists standing by were frightened by his obvious anger and stopped what they were doing and looked at each other.

Oliver's voice returned to its original hoarse tone: "You killed him?"

With his hands clenched into fists under his sleeves, Lucas Fu clenched his teeth and refused to speak.

"Hehehe..." Another burst of laughter. Oliver was held hostage by two Zhongnan disciples. He stretched his neck with all his strength. The blood he coughed out dripped along his chin. His ghostly face approached Lucas Fu again and again. "Good death! Hahahahaha... Good death! Otherwise, I will make him live a life worse than death!"

Then his voice became younger, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with pain: "It was me who killed him... Junior Brother... The thing originally placed in the center of the formation was..."

"What is it?" Lucas Fu was shocked, and intuitively felt that there was something else going on. He hurriedly took a step closer and asked in a deep voice.

"Junior brother..." He stopped talking, tears welled up in his eyes and he was filled with sadness.

"Speak!" Lucas Fu came up to him and grabbed his collar regardless of the dirt. "What did he do?"

A hoarse, old-fashioned laugh mocked his loss of composure. Oliver grinned, and a mouthful of dirty blood splashed on Lucas Fu's face: "You can sense the difference underground, but don't you notice that the incense burner he gave you also has a fishy smell?"

His fingers trembled suddenly, and Lucas Fu felt a panic in his heart. The cold haze he felt when he fled Qujiang City that night spread in his chest again: "Why are you saying this?"

"Originally, that incense burner was the sacrifice for the tree formation. But he secretly replaced it with his own finger bones." He coughed twice, his distorted face wrinkled hideously, and a fierce light flashed in his bloodshot eyes. "He told me that as long as the formation is there, the people will be there. If the formation is destroyed, the people will die. He staked his life and swore to be loyal to him until death. Humph, what nonsense! He clearly planned to ruin my plan!"

The clear voice was sad and regretful: "I took my place as the guardian of the tree formation. He died because of me..."

"Nonsense!" A hoarse voice immediately interrupted the conversation, "He clearly intended to weaken the blood formation! If I were to guard the formation, how could I let a kid like you break it easily? Go tell Jin Yunzi, tell him! I didn't lose! I was framed by a villain! If I were to guard the formation myself, King Victor Lu would surely be able to ascend to the throne. I, Oliver, can go against the will of heaven!"

The clear voice and the old voice compete for the frail body under the black cloth. As death is approaching, the once lost nature gradually awakens, alternating with the darkness in the heart.

Lucas Fu loosened his hand and listened to their argument numbly. Han Zhai used his own finger bones to replace Oliver's incense burner in order to become the guardian of the tree formation. His purpose in doing so...

The Zhongnan disciples around were puzzled and even more surprised at the depressed look of the headmaster. Lucas Fu waved his hand and ordered them to temporarily leave the courtyard. Now, he suddenly understood Gabriel Helian's fatigue.

Having lost his support, Oliver fell to the ground again.

"Who was the original defender?" Lucas Fu asked woodenly.

"I."

"not him?"

"no."

"Why?"

Oliver laughed, but asked, "Why didn't you notice the incense burner?"

"Because..." Because from the very beginning, he had determined that he was guilty.

Ghosts are evildoers. The idea of   good ghosts is unheard of.

The biting cold spread from the fingertips to every part of his body. His throat was blocked, but he couldn't utter a word. Lucas Fu instinctively reached out to help. He remembered that there used to be a tall ginkgo tree over there, with dense leaves that could block the moonlight. There was a stone table under the tree, and four stone benches were placed beside the table. Someone once invited him to sit at the table and drink under the full moon, listening to the rustling of leaves above his head and seeing a line of silver moonlight through the thin branches.

This is the yard back then, Damien Han's grocery store, Damien Han's backyard, Damien Han's stone table, Damien Han...

Today, the ginkgo tree has been uprooted, the grocery store and the courtyard wall have been burned down, the stone table has disappeared, and only a scorched earth remains.

Standing under the empty moonlight, Lucas Fu knocked on his empty chest and asked his empty heart - could it be that he was wrong?

Someone called his name word by word and asked him sternly, "Lucas Fu, you have killed demons and evil spirits and collected all the ghosts in the world. Have you really never killed anyone by mistake?"

Vaguely, he seemed to see him again, his body swaying, blood dripping from the corner of his lips. His eyes were bright with anger, staring at him fearlessly.

At that time, he answered him, the universe is bright and the justice is clear. What's wrong with using justice to fight evil?

In the early winter of the first year of Yongfeng in the New Wei Dynasty, Oliver died in Qujiang City, Yingzhou, and the followers of King Victor Lu completely disappeared.

Lucas Fu wrote in his memorial to Gabriel Helian: "The evil man had a diarrhea attack and died with blood gushing out of all his orifices."

Gabriel Helian replied with a few words, all of which were official documents, and he did not examine them in detail. The country had just been settled, and there was a lot of work to be done. From his frivolous writing, it can be seen that the emperor was very tired, and his alcoholism was getting worse.

Afterwards, the national master Lucas Fu submitted another petition, requesting to stay in Qujiang temporarily, the reason being to investigate the follow-up matters of the blood formation.

After the formation was destroyed, the corpse hearts under the tree formation were quickly dug out, and the big trees in the courtyard were burned by the nine-day thunder and fire. However, the cleaning process under Lin Lake has been slow and has not been completed yet. First, the lake is vast and the water flow is strange, so it is extremely dangerous to search in the water. Second, the blood formation is mysterious in the first place. The court is afraid that rumors will be exaggerated and disturb the people of this city, so it is only carried out quietly in secret, and it is not appropriate to mobilize a large number of troops. Therefore, in the past few years, Zhongnan Sect has only sent a small number of disciples to secretly clean up the mechanisms and evil in the formation. The officials of this city know even less about the blood formation.

The fact that Lucas Fu lingered in Qujiang came suddenly, and the court quickly approved it, but it still caused a lot of discussion within the Zhongnan faction.

It was all a matter of the past, and he had done it himself. What was there to investigate? Puzzled, puzzled, surprised... Lucas Fu, who was far away in Qujiang City, turned a blind eye and deaf ear to all the rumors. A decree was passed down that all the former masters of Yingzhou in the Zhongnan Sect, who were in charge of Qujiang affairs, no matter where they were or what important tasks they were responsible for, must go to Yingzhou to report their positions within a certain period of time. No mistakes were allowed. Those who violated the law would be punished according to the Zhongnan Law.

The headmaster, who had just taken office, was so rigid in his conduct that he had almost no humanity. When this decree was announced, there was another uproar.

By the middle of the month, after the fire that year, all the temple masters who participated in the cleansing of the blood formation had recounted in detail everything that had happened in front of Lucas Fu.

Different from the black wooden boxes used to store corpse hearts under the tree formation, what was fished out from the lake were round pottery jars. They were mixed with cinnabar and other substances during firing, and the whole body was red. They were sealed with yellow paper. They were small in size and very light in weight. The jars were engraved with talismans. Although they were soaked in lake water, none of them faded, had any gaps, or were damaged. When you touch them with your hands, the cold air goes straight into your bones. They can be said to be extremely evil things.

"After the missing person died, his soul was sealed in a pottery jar to collect his resentment. I took over this matter at the end of last year. At that time, all the pottery jars in the lake had been taken out of the water. After I took over, I sent three disciples to check in the lake one after another, and found nothing missing. The number of pottery jars also matches the number of wooden boxes in the tree formation."

The young headmaster stood with his hands behind his back, in front of the door, facing the courtyard, wondering what he was thinking. The old Taoist priest with a big beard was the current abbot of Qingyun Temple outside Qujiang City, and was in charge of the follow-up of the blood formation. In recent days, this was the third time he was called in by Lucas Fu for questioning.

Facing the Taoists who had come all the way here, the taciturn headmaster only asked three questions: What did you find? What else besides the pottery jar? Did you find any other strange objects?

These three questions have now become the old Taoist's nightmare every night.

Turning sideways, he secretly glanced at Lucas Fu's silent back. The old Taoist priest lowered his mouth helplessly and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

In terms of age, he is more than qualified to be the father of the national teacher in front of him. In terms of seniority, he is one generation older than his master. As early as when he was still a disciple and had not yet left the mountain, this young master was famous in the Zhongnan Sect for being ruthless, impartial and resolute. However, in the past few years, in addition to his growing reputation, his sullen temper, which could not be seen in his emotions, had also grown a lot. I heard from fellow disciples in the capital that when this headmaster met the emperor, he also had a cold and wooden face.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist's face twitched again. I thought that the headmaster should be happy that he had become famous at a young age, but I didn't expect that after Oliver's death, his temperament became even more unpredictable. He frowned, looked tense, and was less talkative than before. He was also paranoid in doing things. Take this matter for example, he was so stubborn that he went against the opinions of others.

I heard from the night watchmen that sometimes in the middle of the night, he was often seen standing alone in the courtyard with his head down, deep in thought. Occasionally, he was seen as if he was about to go out, but before he reached the door, he turned back.

When it comes to Lucas Fu, the word "hesitation" should not exist at all.

"What else did you find?"

"Uh..." The old Taoist priest, who was still immersed in his complaints, was startled back to his senses by the sudden questioning, "What..."

"What did you find in the lake?"

Here it comes again, he sighed. The old Taoist priest repeated what he said before: "Master, besides the pottery jar, there are only some bones. Those bones broke into pieces once they came out of the water, and it is really difficult to identify them." This is the third time.

The winter courtyard was a lifeless mess of bare trees and dead branches. The north wind blew past, and the dust in the sky blocked the sunlight, and the sky and the earth were gray and chaotic. It was going to snow... Lucas Fu remembered that the ghost said he liked snow. It was cloudy on snowy days, so you could go out on the street during the day.

The tactless Taoist priest interjected that it was no wonder that evil spirits were most active in winter.

"You..." He looked at him helplessly. He pointed his finger at him from a distance, sighed at first, and then couldn't help laughing.

He was puzzled.

He laughed even more happily.

He liked to laugh at his own dullness and dullness.

Those skeletons should be those of the men who were lured by Li Ji and buried underwater. Retracting his thoughts, Lucas Fu asked in a low voice: "Anything else?"

"No more." Lowering his head helplessly, the old Taoist priest advised weakly, "Although the lake formation has not been cleaned up yet, everything on the bottom of the lake has been confirmed repeatedly. These are really the only things inside. The rest are just water plants and rocks."

The tall figure in front of me stood still, the dark winter light shining through the lattice window on his angular face. Suddenly there was a gust of wind, carrying a few grains of snow. The first snow of this winter fell without warning.

The old Taoist thought he must be dazzled. Because, at the moment when the snowflakes fell, he clearly saw Lucas Fu's back swaying, and his calm and composed expression like a mountain shattered in an instant, revealing the overflowing loss and sadness inside.

"Really, nothing?" His voice became even lower, so low that it sounded more like a sob squeezed out of his throat.

The old Taoist recalled for the umpteenth time everything that had happened since he came to Qujiang City. His graying beard was about to be pulled off: "The rest... was just some clutter."

"Miscellaneous items?"

"Yeah. They're all soaked up. To make it easier to clean, sometimes I scoop some out and pile it on the side."

Broken bowls, broken plates, table legs, and all kinds of rotten branches were thrown into the lake by others. There were also silk handkerchiefs, earrings, waist pendants, and vines that were so rotten that they broke at the touch. These must have been accidentally dropped into the lake. People are just not satisfied. Sometimes they think about what they have, and when they lose what they originally had, they cry and wail. Alas... this world...

After going around in circles, the old Taoist was lost in thought again. When he came to his senses, he realized that the taciturn headmaster had not spoken for a long time.

"Master, what instructions do you have?" He took a step forward tremblingly and asked carefully. The old Taoist looked eagerly at the threshold not far away, and a dark shadow just happened to pass by under his nose.

"Go down." After a long while, Lucas Fu said calmly. His tone was so vague that it seemed like a sigh.

The old Taoist priest quickly bowed and left. I hope he won't be called again tomorrow. The headmaster is not tired of asking these questions over and over again, but he is exhausted. Then again, how old is this headmaster, why does he speak in such an old tone?

Then he began to have doubts again. How could a monster dare to enter and leave the residence of the dignified Master Zhongnan?

Forget it, the best thing to do is to leave as soon as possible. It was a very cold day, and the headmaster was standing there like an ice cube, which was freezing his old bones.

The next morning, before dawn, the old Taoist slept soundly and dreamed that the headmaster had finally left and would no longer pester him with questions. Then, he was woken up by his disciple, who said, "The headmaster went to the lake to see what was fished out of the lake."

The dazed old Taoist priest was immediately awakened by the cold wind blowing in his face: "Oh my Laojun..." He hurriedly put on his shoes and ran towards Lin Lake.

When they arrived, Lucas Fu had already left, leaving behind a group of suspicious Zhongnan disciples who were gathered together to discuss that the headmaster had looked around the pile of miscellaneous items and picked up a lot of things to take back to the inn.

When this young Taoist was in Zhongnan Mountain, he looked quite polite and obedient. How come he has been so wicked since he grew up? The old Taoist looked sad and hurried back to the inn. As soon as he entered the backyard, he was hit by a strong sour smell. The old Taoist pinched his nose and stumbled to stand under a crabapple tree.

The sour smell was emitted by the debris that was salvaged from the bottom of the water in the yard. After being soaked in water for years, many things had rotted and become smelly. Even though it was winter now, the smell was not much better.

Lucas Fu, who was in the middle of it, seemed to be completely unaware, and was holding a rattle to watch carefully. The old Taoist priest did not dare to get too close, and squinted his eyes and watched from a distance. The rattle was soaked and softened. As soon as Lucas Fu turned it over, the soft drum surface broke, and a stream of black water flowed out, splashing on his wide sleeves.

Along with the black water, there was also a ball of mud, which was also stained black. It might have been something like a piece of paper, but unfortunately it was stuck together, so it was impossible to read the words or even open it flat.

Lucas Fu's disappointment was palpable.

The old Taoist thought, so he was really looking for something. But he couldn't find it by looking like this. Water is pure but also turbid. It cleanses everything, but also drowns everything. It can imprison souls, cover up resentment, and erase all secrets. It does so silently and without revealing anything.

That day, Lucas Fu did not ask any questions. The old Taoist priest accompanied him and stayed in the inn from dawn to dusk. Lucas Fu turned over all the sundries in the courtyard one by one. The old Taoist priest sent his disciples to bring more things from the lake. The innkeeper and his wife were kind and brought a bamboo chair for the old Taoist priest to rest his feet. Somehow, Lucas Fu saw it, and his deep and deep eyes stared at him for a long time without moving. The old Taoist priest was frightened by his gaze and quickly stood up and retreated three meters away. He bent his back and hugged the tree trunk for a long time before he realized that Lucas Fu was not looking at him, but at the bamboo chair.

As the sun set, the fiery in the young master's eyes gradually dimmed and disappeared. This time, he was no longer so mysterious and unreachable. The old Taoist priest could easily see the despair and sadness on his face in the dim twilight.

The last item he picked up was also a rattle. Compared to the previous ones, it looked brand new. The wet drum surface was very tight, and Lucas Fu used his Qi to cut it open. The dirty lake water flowed down along his wrist, revealing a piece of paper inside that had not yet dissolved.

The old Taoist priest noticed that Lucas Fu's fingertips were trembling, and he couldn't help but move closer to peek again.

The writing on the paper was blurred by the water, but some strokes could still be seen. There were only four lines, a doggerel: The sky is majestic and the earth is majestic. There is a crying Yelang in my home. A gentleman who passes by recites it three times and sleeps until dawn.

"Tsk..." He sighed. Even the old Taoist priest felt like crying. This piece of paper was often seen on the streets. Why did he have to go through so much trouble to dig it out from the mud?

Lucas Fu held the soaked note in his hand, his handsome face completely covered by the darkening sky. He stood in this courtyard for a whole day, and his snow-white Taoist robe was stained by the overflowing dirty water.

"Master, do you want to..." Seeing that he had no response, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but muster up the courage to take a step closer and ask.

There are several piles by the lake. Should we look for some more?

Lucas Fu shook his head, turned around and walked towards the house: "No need. Let's pack up."

The old Taoist priest hurriedly agreed, thinking, this time the trouble should finally be over, right?

But Lucas Fu said, "He threw all these into the lake."

"Who?" The old Taoist priest asked casually as he didn't understand what was said at the moment.

Lucas Fu did not answer. He stood under the eaves with a melancholy look, looking at the pile of discarded items in the yard. "I thought I had found out everything about him. In the end, I still know nothing."

He always saw ghosts throwing things into the lake, a short wooden sword, a clay doll, a silk handkerchief... all small things. The ghosts always threw things into the lake in a casual manner, with a trace of undisguised compassion in their eyes. At that time, he thought that the ghost was probably pretending to be merciful. Later, he thought that this might be another way for him to tease him. In the end, he was too disdainful to guess. Things that had nothing to do with breaking the formation had nothing to do with him, so why bother himself. Now, he wanted to know, and tried his best to guess, but he couldn't even guess.

"He can't kill anyone." This is what Oliver said.

The backyard of the former grocery store had become a wasteland after the fire. All the accompanying disciples were dismissed, leaving only Lucas Fu and Oliver in the yard.

Struggling between his nature and his devilish nature, Oliver's voice suddenly became high-pitched, then hoarse: "He killed Jinlingzi and has been brooding over it ever since. We hid together, but were still found by the disciples of Zhongnan who came after us. He asked me to go first and he stayed behind. Hehe... Life for life, only he would take this seriously. My little junior brother... hehe..."

"Later, he didn't even touch the sword."

Lucas Fu clutched his Taoist robe tightly: "He told me in person that he killed the person."

On the scorched earth beneath his feet, wooden boxes were surging out from the ground. Fresh lives, glaring blood debts. He admitted that these were the missing people, and he killed them.

"Do you believe him?" Oliver suddenly interrupted.

Lucas Fu was suddenly speechless.

Oliver smiled, his claw-like fingers tightly grasping his throat, and he coughed, black blood flowing down the corners of his mouth: "You never believed him, but you believed what he said?"

"Hehehehe..." The red eyes were full of sarcasm, and the ugly face that was distorted to the point of no human trace was clearly visible under the moonlight. Oliver grinned and looked at Lucas Fu's face that turned livid in an instant with satisfaction. "You don't believe him, you believe in yourself."

"The art of retrospection is to identify blood, not murderous intent."

"Killing someone doesn't necessarily mean blood will be seen, and vice versa. Jin Yunzi must have taught you this."

"I guess you put more than one spell on him."

The hoarse voice accompanied by a dry laugh, each word tormented his heart. Lucas Fu tried his best to stand still and not retreat, but he could not get rid of his cold eyes: "Everything is judged as good or evil, regardless of the reasons. Hehe, the style of Zhongnan is still so straightforward."

No matter what Han Zhi did, the charges had already been made long ago, and all the methods were used to make him confess. There were other things after the backtracking technique, which were enough to prove that his crimes were too numerous to list. Lucas Fu had already drafted the charges for him, which could not be questioned, refuted, or defended. All that was needed was a signature to make a fair judgment. He was really related to the blood array, he was really a member of the evil, and he really helped the tyrant to commit atrocities. That was enough. The world is bright and the justice is clear, so how can there be a wrongful killing? The Youming Sword was unsheathed, and the thunder and fire of the nine heavens roared, using justice to punish evil and the righteous way to subdue demons. Lucas Fu only wanted a result of punishing evil and eliminating evil, and the motives and reasons were all the sophistry and sweet words of the evil demons, so it was better not to listen.

"What do you want to say?" Lucas Fu asked with difficulty, his hands clenched into fists, his fingertips piercing through the clothes and digging deep into his palms.

Oliver looked at him meaningfully, his blood-red pupils showing a bit of pursuit and a bit of pity: "My little junior brother..."

As his life was about to end, he was about to have a moment of last breath. All the past scenes were unfolding and passing by in front of his eyes. His junior apprentice brother, who was so small when he was carried up the mountain, nestled in his arms obediently, sucking his fingers, looking at him with his black and round eyes wide open. His junior apprentice brother who followed him wherever he went; the junior apprentice brother who swung and swayed with a wooden sword, and finally fell backwards and cried with a "thump"; the junior apprentice brother who closed his eyes on the suspension bridge, his face pale with fear, but still forced himself to argue with him. His junior apprentice brother...

"Hahahahahahahaha..." The sharp nails had pierced more than a section of his throat. His nose and mouth were bleeding, his eyes were red, and his laughter was heart-wrenching.

Lucas Fu asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at Damien Han. He...hahahahahahaha...who is he?"

He asked inexplicably and Lucas Fu frowned.

Oliver continued, "Since ancient times, in Zhongnan, everything has been judged by good and evil. All humans are good, and all ghosts are evil. We must eliminate evil and promote good, and punish evil with justice. You are good, and I am evil, and the distinction between black and white is clear. What's funny is Damien Han, I despise him for being good, and you hate him for being evil. Is he good? Or is he evil? Is he good or evil? Master Fu, what do you think?"

"He..." His heart suddenly felt empty and he was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

Apart from the conclusion of good and evil, he knew nothing about him. Why did he bury his finger bones under the tree? Did he do something else in the blood array? Why did he lie to him and take the serious crime of murder?

For the first time in his life, the Taoist who only cared about the guilt but not the cause was at a loss. He wanted to know everything, not just who was right or wrong, but also... everything about Damien Han, the ghost.

But it was too late.