After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Zhou Ran said:

"Let's discuss each case individually."

"Missing even one item will result in additional punishment in the Soul Register."

Zhao Tao nodded through his tears.

Emperor Song glanced at him.

"Can something like this be used as a witness?"

Zhou Ran said:

"Flexible accounting should be used flexibly."

Li Zhiyao took the illusory image of the white bone pen and wrote a line of words after Zhao Tao's name: "Living account witness, to be verified case by case."

Zhao Tao's soul was frozen in place, and he could no longer conceal the crucial facts.

The Third Court reopens old cases, starting with the Zhao family, starting with Zhao Tao, and starting with the first thread that Sheng Hui extended into the underworld.

Zhou Ran turned around and looked at the representatives of the Ten Courts.

"Anyone else disagree?"

No one answered.

He pushed the Grand Commander's order another inch into the Yinlu Well.

"Those who disagree may challenge according to the law."

Taihuang Black Blade gently tapped the edge of the well.

"Anyone who dares to use chaos to harm others shall be executed according to their crime."

This time, all the ghost soldiers bowed their heads in unison.

What they revered were the three new laws that had just been carved into the well.

Emperor Song leaned against his broken throne and whispered, "Zhou Ran."

"explain."

"If the gate breaks in five days, the underworld will also be dragged away."

Zhou Ran nodded.

"Therefore, the first batch of old accounts in the underworld must be cleared out within five days."

Emperor Song looked down into the well.

"You're not letting people sleep."

Li Zhiyao said:

"You ghosts don't need to sleep anyway."

Emperor Song fell silent again.

A thought popped into his mind: this woman was even more determined to collect her debts than Zhou Ran was.

Just as the new law was completely engraved, a ring of black water appeared at the bottom of the Yin Law Well.

An old, yellowed letter slowly floated to the surface from the bottom of the well.

The envelope was unsigned and had no underworld number.

It shouldn't be here.

Li Zhiyao swept the ancient musical instrument across the surface, her brow furrowing.

"The source cannot be found."

Emperor Song sat up straight.

"There is nothing without a source in the Yin Law Well."

Zhou Ran reached out and took the old letter.

The letter is unfolded.

The first line reads: If Zhou Ran sees this letter, it means that the Moon Emperor has been locked out.

The second line is even shorter: Don't trust the emperor's son.

The water in the Yinlu Well churned and turned black.

Meanwhile, Chen Ya's communication with the evidence box came through, and she lowered her voice.

"Zhou Ran, the third character of the Imperial Bone has appeared."

Zhou Ran looked at the old letter.

"What character?"

Chen Ya paused for a moment.

"kill."

Inside the third hall, all the lights were extinguished, and the sound of water from the Yin Law Well had ceased. The entire underworld was permeated with an aura of death, as if it had been strangled.

Emperor Song looked up, and the remaining silver light in the hole in his chest suddenly dissipated.

"Who's turning off the lights?"

No one answered.

Among the representatives of the Ten Courts, one subconsciously took half a step back, almost bumping into the ghost messenger behind him.

Click.

The chain of guilt has been broken.

A series of dark blue chains hung down from the edge of the well, their tips swinging in the air, searching for some kind of aura that shouldn't exist.

The ancient compass in Li Zhiyao's palm lit up, and the pointer on the compass spun rapidly, emitting a hum that seemed to be struggling under the strain.

"The Moon Emperor's aura has not appeared." She lowered her voice. "Even the remnant name of Yama is suppressed."

Zhou Ran held the old letter in his hand, pressing his fingertip on the four characters "Don't believe the Emperor's son".

On the other end of the communication, Chen Ya's voice came through simultaneously, her tone turning somber: "The third word is 'kill'."

Wait, trial, execution.

Fatty Wang rushed in, his voice tense: "Brother, the message left behind by this imperial bone isn't a warning, it's a death warrant!"

Zhou Ran remained silent. The Taihuang Black Blade lay horizontally beside him, its blade still sheathed, yet the invisible sharpness emanating from it sent chills down the spines of all the Yin soldiers in the hall.

At the bottom of the Yinlu Well, the black water surged once more.

On the back of the old letter, a third line of text slowly emerged.

The writing was neither left by the Emperor's bones nor by the Moon Emperor, but by an ancient intaglio script, with traces of water from the bottom of the River of Oblivion visible between the lines.

Li Zhiyao recognized it after only two breaths: "It's Meng Po's handwriting."

Emperor Song's face also darkened.

"Did she leave something at the bottom of the well?"

Zhou Ran retorted, "You don't know?"

Emperor Song snorted coldly.

"If I knew everything, I wouldn't have been exposed by a single hand last night."

He spoke with such conviction, but the unhealed hole in his chest spoke volumes.

Zhou Ran spread out the old letter.

The bone pen floated up on its own, its tip hovering above the letter paper.

The next moment, the letter burst into a grayish-white flame.

The fire didn't burn the paper, it only burned off the surface seal.

Lines of text appeared.

If this letter surfaces, it means the gate-closing order has been issued, and the Moon Emperor is being kept outside of Earth.

She will not die.

But they will never die in this realm.

The hall was deathly silent, and the Song emperor's knuckles turned slightly white from the force he exerted.

Zhou Ran continued reading.

Thirty thousand years ago, I saw her mutilated body enter this realm, and I also saw that person sever a celestial corpse with a single finger. The prohibition against ancient gods entering this realm is a forbidden act, not a killing move.

The ban can stop her, but it cannot erase the heart, hands, and eyes she left behind.

Therefore, to close the door, the three powers must first be stripped away.

On the letter, three words lit up one after another, each carrying an aura of authority.

heart.

hand.

eye.

The lines on Zhou Ran's chest felt slightly hot.

The River of Oblivion, the Bone Pen, and Xu Youwei's Left Eye.

Everything is in place.

Li Zhiyao whispered, "Did Meng Po already know about the sealing technique?"

Zhou Ran said, "She didn't tell anyone."

Emperor Song let out a short, cold laugh.

"If she had said so earlier, how could the underworld have become so rotten?"

Another line of text appeared on the old letter.

I told you, the underworld will use living people as sacrifices.

The Song emperor's cold laugh subsided.

Several judges inside the hall unconsciously lowered their heads.

These words were like a silent slap across the face of the entire underworld.

Zhou Ran glanced at Emperor Song.

"She seems to know you guys quite well."

Emperor Song gritted his teeth: "Don't use the dead to insult me."

"Her insults were quite accurate."

"..."

Li Zhiyao couldn't help but cough, tilting her head and nearly knocking the ancient musical instrument over.

The old letter continues to display text.

I chose Zhou Ran, not because he is the strongest.

Because he would not use living people as sacrifices.

In the third hall, the spirits that had just obtained the witness seat for wronged souls all looked up at the same time.

A female spirit looked at Zhou Ran, slowly lowered her hands, and performed a thank-you gesture typical of the living, not a ritual of the underworld.

Zhou Ran frowned.

"Don't worship."

The female spirit paused.

"The case isn't over yet," Zhou Ran added.

Fatty Wang's voice squeezed into the communication again:

"Brother, you're really something. Even when others offer incense to you, you complain that the ritual isn't finished."

Zhou Ran said calmly, "Have you removed all the nails?"

Fatty Wang cut off the connection instantly.

The oppressive atmosphere inside the hall was slightly dispelled, but only slightly.

The old letter reveals the next paragraph.

Yue Zhao can awaken.

Zhou Ran's attention was drawn to those three words.

Lin Qingxue's communication went through silently; she didn't speak, she just listened.

Xu Youwei also connected, breathing very softly.

The words on the old letter emerged stroke by stroke.

But waking up is not the same as returning home.

Yue Zhao possesses two destinies. One is her own soul destiny. The other is the destiny of her returning soul, forcibly written by the Moon Emperor's old decree.

If awakened rashly, she will become the spark that reignites the Moon Emperor's flame through the gate.

Hsu Yu-wei's voice tightened: "So she's still in danger?"

Zhou Ran said, "She herself is not dangerous; what is dangerous is the old orders she carries."

Lin Qingxue said softly, "Meng Po left conditions."

The letter seemed to be responding to her.

To awaken Yue Zhao, three certificates are required.

Lin Qingxue's eyesight is stable, and she can distinguish between true and false lunar destinies.

Xu Youwei's eyes do not devour their master, but can lock the left eye's path home.

If Zhou Ran retains both power in his heart and hands, he can change the lingering poison of the old order.

Only if all three witnesses testify and Yue Zhao agrees can she be awakened.