Judge of the Netherworld: Even Yama Can't Stop My Verdict

At this point, the first twenty chapters come to an end. In the urn is the highlight of the lamp. He was hanging around in the City of Wasted Death, and the way he held the sachet in his hand was more powerful than when I wrote about Cui Jue slamming the table. This is the end of the first volume and the first half of the second volume. What Cui Jue will face next is much bigger than now. Thank you for seeing me all the way here. Favorites, recommendations, comments, whatever you want. The next volume, I promise, will be even more ruthless. Thank you very much, gentlemen.

The stolen book has one action from beginning to end - go down. Holding his breath, A Deng counted the steps one by one until he reached one hundred and twenty-seven, and his feet were flat. He counted once, then turned around and counted again. Being so serious at this time may seem funny, but actually he is afraid. The deeper the underground palace, the greener the lights, which are not as green as the lights on earth. The last sound of the machine made my palms sweat as I wrote. Next chapter, in the urn.

If only one chapter can be left in this volume, I will leave it. An old lady selling forget-me-nots, with a pair of eyes that she had been waiting for for twenty years, said "she remembers me". There is no reversal, no slap in the face, no golden finger, just one person remembering the other person. I stopped for a while as I wrote that the lights on the bridge went out one by one and only the river was still flowing. I want you to read this chapter slowly, don't rush through it. If you feel something moving in your heart after reading it, tell me.

The merit tokens, whose names sound like burning incense, are actually the key to this volume - the incense, wood, and embroidery items in the dojo, each one corresponds to a person who is no longer here. Cui Jue stopped pretending to be a clerk this time. He revealed his identity as a judge and barged into the counting room. What he found made his hands stop. At the end, Pei Zhiwei folded a piece of paper with names written on it and put it into his sleeve. Who's the first name on that piece of paper? Said in the next chapter.

The word "Pei". Everything revolves around the handwriting of this word. As I write this, the things buried in front of me start to come back: Mr. Enlightenment from the countryside, a letter from twenty years ago, and a surname of Pei. What did Cui Jue recognize? He didn't say anything. But he refused to tell the truth, which was even scarier than telling the truth. In the end, he stared at the map all night and turned the oil lamp three times, but it was still dark. What he was thinking before dawn, I dare not write, you can think for yourself.

Fan Wujiu's line "Are we going to cause trouble, or are we going to visit each other?" Is my most proud line in the entire book. With him here, no matter how boring the place is, you can breathe a sigh of relief. Cui Jue changed his tune this time. Instead of pretending to be a clerk, he directly revealed his identity as a judge and came to check the accounts. Will the dojo be inspected? Give. Yes, the accounts are clean and there is no fault. But the cleanest account book is the dirtiest one.

This chapter of Forgettable Candy was written for a dead girl. Zhou Merchant, Zhou Zhoushi, and a bag of sugar may look like idle pens, but they are actually the basis of this book. What we checked before was accounts, but what we check here is how people lived. Cui Jue is a judge, but he not only judges life and death, but also the tone of people's hearts. This chapter is not explosive, I think it is more valuable than the explosive chapter. If you feel stuck in your heart after reading it, that's right.

After three days of copying the records of good deeds, Cui Jue did nothing but copy the accounts for three days. This is the quietest section in my volume, and also the most fatal - it was during these three days that he recognized those hands. The sachet, the ever-burning lamp, and the accurate accounts of every entry and exit all point to the same person. Those three words at the end lasted for thirteen chapters. As I write this, I am relieved and relieved: once the murderer is identified, the trouble has just begun.

I wrote about White Deer Dojo based on the idea that "the most beautiful place hides the dirtiest things". Occupying more than half of the mountain, the place is prosperous, the accounts are clean, and everyone is friendly. Cui Jue felt something was wrong as soon as he entered the door, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. This awkwardness is the most annoying. At the end, he asked a question, and the other person smiled - that smile was exactly the same as the one before. The same smile means the same hands.

Yucen Mountain. What I couldn't bear to write this chapter the most was the fog in Fengdu. After ten chapters, it was suddenly replaced by living clouds, which was not very adaptable. But the story must go up - the people in the underworld are investigating the dead, while the people in the Immortal Sect are investigating the living, and the living are ten times more difficult to deal with than the dead. Cui Jue went up to the mountain as a judge, but the dojo did not recognize Yin Lusi's account. The conflict in this volume officially begins here.