"At least you know what's good for you. You still want to run? If you don't want your soul to dissipate, stop right there.”
Jiang Wuji wanted to kill the black-robed old man with the mournful staff in his hand, but Old Nine kept sending bullet comments in the live broadcast room to plead for his eldest senior brother.
"Mr. Sanbu, I beg you to let my eldest senior brother atone for his crimes. He is only an accomplice, and the real murderer has not been found.”
"Mr. Sanbu, I know I can't stop you from cleaning up the sect. Paper Craftsman Hei Zha indeed deserves to die.
My Eldest Senior Brother is a cruel person and doesn't deserve sympathy. I beg you to send him to reincarnation.”
"My eldest senior brother's soul will definitely scatter if he is hit by the Mourning Staff.
Mr. Three No, I, Ah Jiu, am willing to be a slave for the rest of my life. I only ask that you give my Eldest Senior Brother a chance to reincarnate.”
Old Nine kept spamming the bullet screen in the circle. The rest of the audience was silent. They were all waiting for Jiang Wuji to express his stance.
"Old thing, your junior brother is pleading for you. This is enough to prove that you haven't been corrupted to the bone marrow.
Take me to the employer who hired you to make Su Ziyue's substitute. After it's done, I'll send you to reincarnation so that you won't stay in the human world to do evil.”
The black-robed old man's intestines were green with regret. How could he escape from the pursuit of the Mourning Staff even if he wanted to run?
The wailing stick was instantly destroyed, and he didn't even need to reincarnate.
"My junior brother? May I ask which junior brother of mine you are?"
"Mr. Sanbu, please pass on the message that Ninth Junior Brother has repaid your kindness.”
In the circle, when Old Nine heard Eldest Senior Brother's voice, he sent another bullet comment.
Jiang Wuji kept the Wailing Staff. He wasn't afraid of the black-robed old man playing tricks. The old man was afraid of the power of the Wailing Staff and wouldn't dare to take the risk.
"Your ninth junior brother asked me to tell you that you owe him back then.”
The black-robed old man muttered to himself,"Ninth Junior Brother."
Plop!
The black-robed old man suddenly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he choked,""Master, junior brothers, I'm bewitched…I was wrong."
Jiang Wuji was indifferent as he looked at the black-robed old man expressionlessly.
No matter how much he cried for his parents, Jiang Wuji would never forgive him. Su Ziyue was lucky, but how many other unfortunate girls were there?
If Su Ziyue had not met him, she would have been killed sooner or later, even if he was an accomplice.
"Remember, be a good person in your next life.”
Jiang Wuji glanced at the black-robed elder and said,""Every debt has a perpetrator. Lead the way.”
The black-robed old man composed himself. Since he had made a mistake, it was too late for him to regret it.
The black-robed old man glanced at Su Ziyue and sighed,""To be honest, the reason why I agreed to make Su Ziyue a substitute was because I owed that person's grandfather a huge favor.
That person's grandfather was a messenger of death. It was he who extended my life that I could live until now.
Young man, listen to my advice. No matter how capable you are, it's not worth it to offend the messenger of death.”
It was not difficult to choose between life and a woman. If he wanted to keep his life, would he be afraid of not having a woman?
"Messengers of Death?"
Jiang Wuji snorted coldly and said in disdain,""Since that person is a messenger of death in the human world and knowingly broke the law to extend your life, he is also not a good person.”
"What's the difference between the human world and the netherworld? When power was concentrated in the hands of some people, there was no such thing as fairness in the world.”
The black-robed old man shook his head and sighed. His words resonated with the audience in the live broadcast room, but Jiang Wuji scoffed.
Justice is in the hearts of the people!
The black-robed old man was full of twisted logic.
"Su Ziyue should know that person. He's the eldest son of the Zhao family in the North Sea, Zhao Dali.”
"It's him?" Su Ziyue was shocked. Why can't I remember his face when I wake up?”
The black-robed old man did not continue. Jiang Wuji and Su Ziyue rode a horse together and the three of them headed straight for the Zhao Family of the North Sea.
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