"Tell me, what are you guys doing here? After all, the Hall of Truth and Wrongs is a place where the dead are judged. You guys shouldn't be here. The rules set by all things in the world limit everyone's range of activity. The living live in the world of the living, the dead go to hell, and the immoral go to the Fantasy Village. You guys are running around without regard for the rules … blah blah … blah blah … "
'Ah, Lord Four Seasons is lecturing again.'
Eight-cloud Ink even noticed that Sikong Mo had taken out a pair of invisible headphones and put them in his ears. He was shaking his head as if he was listening to music.
— — What use do I have for you, Kaixiu!!
Eight-cloud Ink cursed in her heart and exchanged glances with Yukari.
According to the survival manual in the Fantasy Village, when Lord Four Seasons starts lecturing, please don't interrupt. Otherwise, it will lead to a series of unpredictable and terrible consequences.
Finally, after Four Seasons finished lecturing, she took a sip of tea and suddenly asked, "By the way, what are you guys doing here?"
"Ah? What? "
Yukari, who had been playing chess with Eight-cloud Ink for a long time, raised her head.
"What did you say just now?"
"Are you guys … listening to me carefully?!!!"
"Aiya, aiya, of course I did."
Yukari put away the chess set with a smile as if nothing had happened. Eight-cloud Ink thought this behavior was calm in the face of danger, but in Four Seasons's eyes, it was simply thick-skinned. Yukari held a parasol and opened a folding fan to cover half of her face. She looked at Four Seasons with a smile.
"It's just that when one ear goes in, the other comes out …"
"Yakumo Yukari!!!!"
"Ah, don't shout so loudly. You'll scare those cute undead."
"I don't need an old woman like you to talk too much!"
"… Hmm? What did you say just now, shorty? "
"Huh? Shorty?! Let me tell you, Yakumo Yukari! You're being disrespectful to the Demon of Hell! You'll fall into the eighteenth level of hell after you die! "
"Then let's talk about it after we die. But we might not die."
"Oh, you're right. You're an old monster who has lived for god knows how long."
"Short Wintermelon, say that again!"
"Damned moldy old hag, I'll just say it. I'm afraid you have teeth!"
…
On the other side, Eight-cloud Ink and Sikong Mo sat side by side on the ground with a pot of tea and two teacups in front of them.
"Elder Sister isn't usually like this."
"Yes, yes. Lord Four Seasons isn't usually like this."
The two of them held their teacups, looked at each other, and sighed at the same time.
"Family misfortune …"
"Speaking of which, do you really not know more about Jianmu?"
"I've already said what I should say on the first day of the banquet in Fantasy Village."
Sikong Mo shook his head.
"Back then, I was just the head of the Ghost Ink Sect. Things like Jianmu are not easy to come into contact with, but …"
"But what?" Eight-cloud Ink asked while playing with the porcelain cup in her hand.
"Speaking of which, it's strange. The Jianmu in Fantasy Village is different from what I remember. Although it looks similar in appearance, I keep feeling that something important has changed."
"Sigh, I have so many doubts …"
Eight-cloud Ink shook her head.
It seemed that she wouldn't be able to get any useful information from Sikong Mo. Eight-cloud Ink stood up and separated Zi and Lord Four Seasons who were still mocking each other. She then said, "Lord Four Seasons, sorry for disturbing you today. We're here to ask Sikong Mo something. We've just finished, so we'll leave now …"
"Hmph! Yakumo Zi, your younger brother is much more likable than you! "
"Then you can be envious as much as you want!"
After saying this, Zi opened up a gap and left.
"Mo 'er, I'll leave first. Hurry up and follow me."
"Really …"
Eight-cloud Ink shook her head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She bowed to Lord Four Seasons again.
"Anyway, I'm sorry for offending you."
"It's okay."
Lord Four Seasons waved her hand.
"I can still distinguish right from wrong. Otherwise, wouldn't I be called by this name for nothing?"
After bidding farewell to Lord Four Seasons who seemed to be sensitive to the issue of height and the words "short winter melon", Eight-cloud Ink left the Hall of Truth and Wrongs.
⑧
As long as she didn't figure out the problem with her body, Zi wouldn't be able to have a day of peace.
Although Eight-cloud Ink didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her body, Zi was too concerned about it. Thus, Eight-cloud Ink could only think of ways to figure out what was wrong with her body.
As a last resort, Zi had Soul Dream and You Li hold a banquet.
This was an unprecedentedly large banquet. All the famous existences in the Fantasy Lands were present.
Originally, Soul Dream strongly objected to the banquet because she found it troublesome. However, after Zi spent a large amount of gold coins, she happily patted her chest and said that she would take care of everything. This once again refreshed You Li's understanding of Soul Dream's moral integrity.
Due to the large number of people attending, the banquet was held in the spacious open space outside the Bori Shrine.
The lively banquet lasted for a long time. When it was about to end, the most powerful or intelligent group of demons, gods, and humans in the Fantasy Lands finally gathered in the shrine.
"So, this is the situation. I hope that you can help me take a look. After all, Mo 'er's situation is related to the survival of the entire Fantasy Lands."
With a "pa" sound, Zi closed the paper fan in her hand and hit it in the palm of her hand.
"Oh … So that's how it is. No wonder we were called over."
Laozi and Feng Cong 'er looked at each other. Holy White Lotus and Sensei, who were sitting opposite of them, were looking at Eight-cloud Ink.
Yuka Kaze leaned on the table with one hand, holding her chin. No one knew what she was thinking.
Sitting beside her was a young woman who looked very similar to Wenwen. However, unlike Wenwen, she had long hair that reached her waist.
— Daitengu.
In addition, Yonglin Hachii, Kanako, Yueko, Yueko, Yuehime, and Yuehime Hoshi were all present.
"Sorry to trouble you all."
Eight-cloud Ink nodded to everyone.
These people represented the highest combat power in the Fantasy Lands.
Holy White Lotus had been looking at Eight-cloud Ink from the beginning. When she saw that the latter was a little embarrassed, she smiled.
"Buddha said —"
"Buddha your sister!"
Second Aunt, who was angry when she heard the word "Buddha", interrupted Mother Lian. She picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at her.
Saint White Lotus gracefully and quickly tilted her head to dodge the flying teacup. Then she shook her head and sighed, "Poise, poise, you cow nose. No wonder Huo Qinge would teach you."
"Ahhhh! I'll kill you! "
Second Aunt rolled up her sleeves and stepped on the table. She was about to tear Mother Lian apart.
"Ahem …"
Laozi coughed with a red face. He secretly pulled Second Aunt's sleeve and pointed at Yuka, whose face had darkened, and the other people in the room who were watching the show.
Feng Cong 'er glared at Holy White Lotus again. Only then did he sit down unwillingly.
Eight-cloud Ink lowered her head. Her shoulders were shaking. It took a lot of effort not to laugh out loud.
The rumor that Mother Lian and Second Aunt didn't get along and that they would tear each other apart when they met was true …
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