When Xu Huanshan opened his eyes, the first thing he heard was his own name.

It wasn't someone calling him.

Someone is writing about him.

One stroke after another, it fell on the invisible account page, like the tip of a knife scraping across bones.

May.

return.

Mountain.

The moment the third word fell, the three hundred and seventy-two bloody handprints on his chest were hot at the same time. The pain made his eyes darken and he almost knelt down again.

Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed his shoulders.

"Someone is turning on your life light from a distance."

Xu Huanshan took a breath of cold air, but his mouth was not idle.

"That doesn't sound like a good thing."

"It wasn't originally." Jiang Zhaoxue stared at his face, "As soon as the life lamp is turned on, the Tianyiyuan will determine your debt. Wherever you go from now on, they will be able to find you by following the interest on your debt."

Xu Huanshan looked down at his chest.

Under the clothes, the bloody handprints flickered like a soldering iron.

"Then who am I now?"

Jiang Zhaoxue said: "Living account book."

Xu Huanshan was silent for a moment and asked seriously: "Is it worth it?"

Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at him.

"Very valuable."

Just as Xu Huanshan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Jiang Zhaoxue added: "But the valuation is usually based on the corpse."

"..."

Xu Huanshan sighed: "Is everything you say in the Heavenly Debt Institute so unlucky?"

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't answer.

Because the rain statue moved.

The cracked stone statue can no longer be called a divine statue.Large pieces of the outer stone skin fell off, and what was exposed inside was not a golden body or a clay body, but a ball of blue-black flesh and blood.The flesh and blood was entangled with incense ash, talismans, hair, and pieces of tiny white bones.

It stood on the altar, with black water flowing out from its broken arm.

The water fell on the ground and did not disperse. Instead, it turned into thin snakes, swimming along the temple bricks and wrapping around Xu Huanshan's ankles.

The Rain God's voice was lower and more vicious than before.

"Since you hid my debt, you will repay it for me."

Xu Huanshan raised his abacus.

The remaining seventy-two abacus beads hung in front of him, and the blood marks on the beads were beating, but they were much dimmer than before.

After hiding his debt with his body, he was able to mobilize the debts of the dead, but he was also suppressed by the debts of 372 lives.Every time he moves, he is sharpening his sword with his own soul.

Jiang Zhaoxue whispered: "It can't be forced. It is changing the incense debt into a debt payment. As long as it is changed, you are not a witness, but a debtor."

“What happens to the debtor?”

"My lifespan, energy, blood, and soul fire were taken away until I pay them back."

Xu Huanshan looked at the black water snake getting closer and closer on the ground.

"This account is a bit big."

"Three hundred and seventy-two lives."

"I haven't earned a few taels of silver all year round, and suddenly I owe so much. It's really stressful."

Jiang Zhaoxue finally couldn't help but frown: "Can you stop being poor?"

Xu Huanshan grinned.

"No. I'm afraid of pain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black water snake suddenly jumped up.

Jiang Zhaoxue's green and white umbrella twirled, and twelve thin blades slid out from the umbrella ribs. The blades were as bright as snow, and they chopped the water snake at the front into several pieces.

The water snake fell to the ground, but it did not die. Instead, it turned into more and thinner black lines and penetrated into the gaps between the temple bricks.

The clerk of Tianyiyuan took the opportunity to retreat and tried to escape through the temple gate.

Xu Huanshan glanced out of the corner of his eye and raised his hand to flick an abacus bead.

"What are you running for?"

The abacus beads fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

Suddenly, a circle of bloody account lines appeared at the foot of the clerk.

He looked like he had stepped into a quagmire, his knees weakened and he almost fell.

Xu Huanshan said: "You just used the debt suppression charm to seal the confession. Is this a public debt or a private debt?"

The clerk's face turned pale and he said angrily: "I am acting on the orders of the court!"

"Where is the order?"

"You don't have the right to see it!"

Xu Huanshan nodded.

"That's private debt."

His fingers fell again.

The second abacus bead spins.

The clerk's left shoulder sank suddenly, as if being held down by an invisible hand.His expression changed drastically, and his shoulder bones made a soft crack.

Xu Huanshan groaned in pain.

A bloody handprint split open on his chest, like a red-hot needle piercing his heart and lungs.

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him: "Don't use it indiscriminately. What you are borrowing now is the debt of the deceased, and the backlash will hit you first."

Xu Huanshan took a breath.

"I know."

"Is it still useful if you know it?"

"He's going to run."

"You can chase after you run away."

Xu Huanshan looked at the clerk and his voice became softer.

"The dead can't wait."

Jiang Zhaoxue was slightly startled.

At this moment, the Rain God Statue suddenly opened its mouth.

The raindrops hovering outside the temple all flew in.

Countless raindrops condensed into a blue-black spear in mid-air, and the tip of the spear pointed at Xu Huanshan's heart.

Jiang Zhaoxue's expression changed: "Back off!"

Xu Huanshan did not retreat.

He stared at the rain gun and suddenly asked:

"Shenjun, what are you afraid of?"

The blue light in the eyes of the Rain God statue surged.

Rain guns came through the sky.

Xu Huanshan raised his hand and pulled out the phantom of the debt contract that had been burned into his flesh from his chest.

That was the debt deed of Zhao Er of Huaishui Village.

The words in blood are broken, but the last line can still be read clearly:

After ten years, his life span will be seven days.

Xu Huanshan put the shadow of the debt deed on the rain gun.

"The source of the debt is unknown and debt collection is suspended."

The rain gun suddenly stopped three inches away from his heart.

The tip of the spear trembled, and green and black rain continued to explode, but it could no longer penetrate even half a point.

For the first time, the Rain God Statue's face showed obvious shock and anger.

"Impossible!"

Xu Huanshan's face was pale and his arms were shaking violently, but he still smiled.

"Miss Jiang's jade token is more effective than the laws of your Heavenly Debt Institute."

Jiang Zhaoxue stood aside and said calmly: "It's not that my jade token is easy to use, but that there is indeed a problem with its account."

Xu Huanshan asked: "What's the problem?"

Jiang Zhaoxue stared at the rain gun.

"Incense debt has three roots: wish, contract, and repayment."

Xu Huanshan continued: "The wish is for the people to pray for rain, the contract is for both parties to make a covenant, and the repayment is for life to return in ten years."

"Yes." Jiang Zhaoxue said, "But there is one thing missing from this account."

"What?"

"God responds."

Xu Huanshan's eyes moved.

Jiang Zhaoxue continued: "People borrow rain from the gods, and the gods must actually rain. After the rainfall, the debt is established. If the gods do not fulfill their wishes, the debt will be empty."

Xu Huanshan said in a low voice: "That's why I asked it just now if it was responsible for the rain ten years ago, and that made it anxious."