Wu Gui said: "In the past six months, the number of deaths of humans and monsters in the Central Plains has also been abnormally high, and most of them were done by Emperor Wu."
"Oh." Yan Xuan nodded, his voice very calm, "It's him, that's not surprising."
Lin Mu felt that he was about to lose his soul as soon as he was hooked by the sound, so he quickly pulled the door and stopped his sight, and felt much better.
Yan Xuanjing noticed a familiar demonic aura, turned his head and glanced at the door with only a small gap left, and just as he was about to look back, he smelled a faint bloody smell.
The nine-tailed fox suddenly stood up, restrained his demonic energy more carefully, frowned slightly, opened the door, and confronted Lin Mu.
Lin Mu and Yan Xuanjing looked at each other for two seconds, wondering if it was because his demon power had become stronger, but he felt a little overwhelmed, and he no longer instantly knew who he was like before.
Lin Mu couldn't help staring at Yan Xuanjing for a while, and once again confirmed that this fox spirit is really good-looking.
Even frowning is nice.
It's just a bit scary with a straight face.
"You are injured." Yan Xuanjing said, his voice sounded cold and indifferent, he reached out and directly held Lin Mu's wrist.
The blood is the heaviest here, but there are no scars.
But Yan Xuanjing is different from Da Hei. Da Hei has only been a genius for a few years, and many things are unclear, but Yan Xuanjing is clear.
Lin Mu's hand was injured, and then someone healed it with a special technique.
From the perspective of blood, it is definitely a lot of blood that has been taken away by people.
Yan Xuanjing frowned tightly, and said solemnly, "Who took your blood?"
"No..." After Lin Mu finished speaking, he couldn't help shrinking his neck under Yan Xuanjing's gaze, pulled his hand back, thought about it, and said, "I've donated blood for free."
Yan Xuanjing watched Lin Mu silently, clearly knowing that he was lying.
Lin Mu pursed his lips, and with a glance, he found that the cups in front of Wu Gui and Yan Xuanjing were empty, and he quickly said, "You guys talk, I'll add some water for you."
Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Mu who had slipped away, frowned for a while, and then watched Lin Mu come over with the kettle, and then slowly retracted his gaze from him.
No matter what, everyone has a secret.
The nine-tailed fox sat back on the chair again.
Lin Mu handed another cup of tea to Wu Gui, and after reaping the thanks from the other party, he also sat back at his workstation and listened to the discussion over there.
Wu Gui took a sip of tea and said, "I wasn't mature when the Imperial House was buried, and now I can only know some things from records and astrology. You should know more about him than I do. "
Yan Xuanjing didn't mind being heard by the other two monsters in the office, so he nodded and shook his head again: "The one in the Great Wilderness shouldn't be just him, his breath is wrong."
Wu Gui frowned slightly: "How do you say it?"
Yan Xuanjing said, "There is only his demon power in the Great Wilderness."
It is impossible for a demon to move on its own.
"And, if it's just his demon power, it shouldn't hurt me."
When the imperial house overturned, some of the monsters that he had a good relationship with had not fought against those monsters who played yin.
But the temptation to get a share of the power of Emperor Wu is really great. After a while, most of them turned their backs, and finally ended with the defeat of those sincere friends of Emperor Wu.
They can only turn to protect some other exotic flowers and plants and sacred trees that have a good relationship with the Emperor House, but have become or are about to become monsters, lest they follow in the footsteps of the Emperor House.
Yan Xuanjing's father, Yan Gui, was one of these friends.
One of the monsters that Emperor Wu has killed all over the world and will never fight is the nine-tailed fox.
Yan Xuanjing was very calm: "I also ask you to make a divination carefully."
"What about the Imperial House?" Wu Gui frowned slightly.
"The injustice has the head and the debt has the owner." The nine-tailed fox's voice was cold and clear, "Whoever does evil, whoever gains, karma and reincarnation should be like this."
As a fortune-teller who specialized in peeking into heaven's secrets, Wu Gui naturally understood this.
He shook his head, and didn't mean to force Yan Xuanjing to intervene in this matter, but just said: "The monsters in the Central Plains who handle official business are innocent and do not suffer evil consequences. We are not afraid, but if he kills like this, it is easy to kill them."
Yan Xuanjing paused, and could probably guess what Wu Gui was talking about.
Thousands of years have passed since the emperor's house was divided and sealed. Naturally, people and demons who have committed such evil deeds cannot become immortals, and they will have a bumpy road ahead because of their evil deeds, and most of them have long since disappeared.
All that remain are their descendants, and some of them may know what happened back then, but after thousands of years, let alone the monsters, humans have been passed down for an unknown number of generations.
Among today's human beings, even things like cultivating immortals and monsters have completely disappeared, let alone the things of the past.
In the Great Wilderness, this kind of bloody feud, even if the demon involved dies, the enemy family dug his grave three feet into the ground, and slaughtered all the little demons that dragged him up to the ancestors and fell to the ground. deserve it.
But it is different here in the Central Plains.
Humans have a very short lifespan, and monsters have a grudge that has been in their hearts for thousands of years, and no one has ever known about it for generations.
The problem that Wu Gui said will be killed is here.
In the Great Wilderness, monsters may only have two or three generations for thousands of years. Basically, everyone knows the grudges of the previous two generations, so that their own cubs can quickly run away when they encounter an enemy.
In the case of knowing that it is a sin, but still benefiting from it, then death is the cause and effect of the eight classics.
But humans are different.
Hundreds of generations of human beings have passed, and whoever carries a talisman that is said to be very effective according to ancestral hands is the winner.
Going further, all the people who lived in the places where the imperial house was buried were the beneficiaries.
Emperor Wu wants to kill all people who are affected by karma, then at least reduce the number of people in this world by half.
But those people didn't know it, and the cause and effect were too scattered.
It is estimated that the group of people and demons who did this at the beginning had this vicious idea of dispersing cause and effect, so that those people and demons who didn't know anything would also bear the evil consequences they should not have.
And when these people and demons die and enter the underworld to be judged, the cause and effect will be counted in the punishment.
Every time the punishment is sentenced, the cause and effect will be reduced by one point. After thousands of years, even if the emperor's house comes out, there will be no one who can take revenge.
Then the descendants of those people and demons will be completely safe.
I haven't looked into this kind of grievance and hatred before, but I don't think it's terrifying. After reading it and thinking about it, even as a monster with a fighting spirit in its bones, it only feels creepy.
But no matter what, those humans and monsters who don't know about it today are really innocent.
Wu Gui said: "Those who don't know are not guilty, even if they get a benefit, they should be like this. When the underworld judges them, there will be punishment with bad consequences."
Yan Xuanjing's face was expressionless: "Sin should be spread along the bloodline. How does the underworld trial have anything to do with the emperor's decision to personally determine the cause and effect?"
At this time, the thinking gap between the monsters who grew up in the Great Wilderness and the monsters who grew up in the Central Plains is vividly reflected.
Wu Gui sighed heavily, seeking truth from facts: "But even if he killed the descendants of those humans and monsters, the cause and effect would not be able to offset his murder! Before it's over, I'll lose my mind, it's not worth it."
Yan Xuanjing frowned slightly, unable to agree with Wu Gui's words: "Is revenge worth it?"
Wu Gui: "…"
Too.
When it comes to this Shang Yan Xuanjing, he has absolutely no intention of intervening here, and the old turtle will not say any more. After all, Yan Xuanjing is only here to help and stare at that passage. He has no reason to ask others to help deal with the affairs of the Central Plains. .
To put it bluntly, Emperor Wu now only has a semi-stable and unstable soul in the Central Plains, and they can't stop them from finding others. That is because the monsters in the Central Plains are too wasteful.
It's a shame to say it.
It's just that in this case, it's really not good for the top to cross.
Thousands of years ago, those guys did their own crimes, but now they still need others to help wipe their butts.
The old tortoise sighed, thinking that he and his colleagues couldn't find out where the Emperor House was located, and had no clue how to deal with it, and he couldn't help feeling bald.
Lin Mu sat in his seat and listened to the whole thing, and was stunned for a while, then suddenly shivered.
He's not stupid.
Emperor Wu has been suppressed like this for thousands of years, so what about Emperor Xiu's father
Where is his father now.
Is it really dead, or is it like the emperor's house, it was divided into so many parts without knowing it, and even the soul was dismantled and suppressed in an unknown place.
Lin Mu's hands and feet were cold, and his mind was blank. It was not until Da Hei came to open the door to remind him that he was off work, and then he slowly recovered.
Da Hei felt that Lin Mu was not normal since he came back from the old lady. He waved his hand in front of Lin Mu: "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Xuanjing didn't know when he had left, and before leaving, he put a white woven bracelet on Lin Mu's table.
Wu Gui looked up at Lin Mu over there, and reminded: "Put on that hand rope, it's made of wool from a nine-tailed fox, don't get caught by other monsters while walking."
Lin Mu only felt that his hands and feet were terribly stiff, and when he listened to everything, he felt like there was a thin film. He barely heard what they said, but he couldn't react for a while. With stiff steps, he returned home in a daze.
On the mobile phone, there is a record of the previous projects his mother participated in, which was sent by Mr. Tan. Before him, there were many projects that his mother participated in.
Lin Mu sat on the swing he made with his mother in the yard, sniffed, and flipped through the records, feeling that he might not have time to pass for a while.
On the one hand, work is on the one hand. On the other hand, he doesn't know anything about survival and exploration in the wild. The most important thing is that he is not suitable to go to the deep mountains and old forests alone now.
What's in the deep forest
monster.
Groups of monsters.
Today, he can be recognized by Emperor Wu at a glance, and he can be recognized when he goes to those inaccessible monster paradises.
Even though the household registration system of the monsters is relatively complete now, no one could have imagined how many big men would go into seclusion in the deep mountains when there was no record, and they have not yet come out.
Lin Mu is still very self-aware. If nothing else, just say Emperor Wu, he can easily catch him when he is seriously injured, not to mention that he is not injured at all, and he may even have a breakthrough after coming out of retreat.
If he accidentally encounters such a big guy, he will be finished with a wave of his hand.
After realizing his weakness, Lin Mu felt even more sad. He touched the hand rope that Da Hei was wearing on his wrist, not knowing how useful it was.
He was dazed for a while with the phone in his hand, flipped through the address book, and subconsciously dialed Diwu.
The imperial house quickly answered the phone.
There was a lot of wind on the other end of the phone, and when I contacted that Diwu was driving away this morning, Lin Mu thought that Diwu might be racing.
Lin Mune said: "The Emperor's House..."
"Ah?" The Emperor House responded, kicked a bird demon's head in mid-air, and landed steadily on the ground with a whistling wind sound, and threw off the stick on his feet with disgust. Flesh and blood, "What's wrong?"
Lin Mu opened his mouth to talk about his father, but he opened his mouth and closed his mouth again, and then said, "I heard... if you kill again, you will be dissipated."
When Emperor Wu heard this, he walked alone in the big mansion full of blood, rummaging for something while perfunctorily snorted: "Oh, then what?"
Lin Mu huddled on the swing, unable to say anything for a while and then came.
There was so much he wanted to say.
He wanted to tell Diwu to stop killing people and demons.
Because he can be regarded as his father's relatives and friends, and he is close to him, whether human beings or monsters, just like Emperor Wu.
Lin Mu really didn't hope that one day he suddenly learned that Emperor Wu was scattered because of the heavy killing.
He also wanted to ask Diwu to visit the place where his father might have existed.
But Lin Mu just wanted to say that he found that he did not have a suitable position for the former, and the latter would put the Imperial House in danger.
I'm afraid it's not a big problem for those hidden monsters to hit a seriously injured Emperor House.
Lin Mu was silent for a while, then sniffed, "I don't want you to die."
The Emperor Wu rummaged through the things for a while, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise. After a while, he coughed uncomfortably, continued to rummage, and said, "I can't die so easily."
Lin Mu whispered: "Then I will give you blood, you..."
"Who wants your blood?" Emperor Wu said.
Lin Mu opened his mouth: "..."
don't you want it
"Okay." Diwu took out a cloth scroll from the dark compartment of the room, opened it and glanced at it, "You eat and drink well, children don't care so much."
After the Emperor Wu finished speaking, he hung up the phone neatly and squinted slightly at the scroll in his hand.
This is a picture scroll with a blue-green giant tree.
This tree emperor's house is familiar, but it's not the small sapling that he watched grow with his own eyes.
Emperor Wu touched the white jade bottle filled with the blood of forest trees hanging on his waist. At this moment, the bottle floated, flashing with a faint light, and gently pulled Emperor Wu to go deeper into the house.
This blood is not only used to stabilize the soul.
What Lin Mu would think of, the Emperor Wu naturally would not have thought of it. Saying that Di Xiu was dead was just a preconceived idea for the little half-demon who didn’t know anything. Anyway, after so many years, Lin Mu had already acquiesced that his father had died, so as to prevent the kid from running to investigate. Where is Dixiu and then fold himself in.
The Emperor House couldn't be more clear, as long as they are not self-sufficient, it is difficult to die completely.
Who would commit suicide without being stupid
So there is no news of who is missing, and nine times out of ten, it is overcast.
Stripping the skin and dismantling the bones is just a drizzle of food, and most of them won't let them die. Those greedy things can still expect to be sheltered for a long time.
Emperor Wu snorted coldly, followed the guidance of Yu Ping to rummage through boxes and cabinets in this large house, and finally walked out the door with a gloomy expression on a few scrolls and ancient books.
There were three rows of men in suits standing neatly outside the door. When they saw Diwu coming out of the yard, they turned a blind eye to the blood in the yard. Only one of them walked up and shouted "Boss" to Diwu.
The two behind him were holding a man with a bruised nose and a bruised face.
"Go check these families in the city." Diwu threw the scroll in his hand to the man who came up, got rid of the blood on his hand, turned his head and glanced at the dying man, in front of him He squatted down and slowly took off a small bag hanging from the other's neck.
"It's a good idea to use my body to defend against Dixiu's grievances." Diwu grinned and laughed, took the little bag in his hand, and looked at the few ghosts who have been wandering around for a moment. He jumped up and bit the man in front of him, looked away in disgust, turned his head and got into the car.
The car drove away quickly, and the emperor turned a deaf ear to the screams left behind, just looked down at a palm-sized pale blue jade with ugly flaws.
The jade is flickering, and those gray-black flaws are constantly stirring, like living things.
"Be quiet, when your resentment is gone, I will give us more souls, take back a little body and demon power, and take you to see your delicate cub." Diwu gave the jade a brain. It collapsed, and the jade rock rolled around, and then said lazily, "Don't worry, your cub has the breath of a nine-tailed fox."
The azure jade was instantly quiet.