There isn't much of an opening statement.
There is no complicated self-introduction.
There is no stupid transition of exchanging moves;
This killing in the underworld does not belong to the living.
The story began in such an abrupt way.
"Funeral Song"
Who are you singing for
The roles of prey and hunter are wavering. The party that was originally confident and assured suddenly has an illusion that it may not be the one who has the last laugh.
The white bone hand carried a cold flame, and after piercing through the little Lolita's soul, it left a big hole, a burning hole. The little Lolita could only step back, looking at the injury to her soul with a gloomy face.
They wanted to save some energy because they knew that the guy in front of them, who had escaped the encirclement last time, was not an easy person to deal with.
But they also firmly believed that with the gathering of so many ghost officials in the second encirclement and suppression, they would be sure to win as long as the other side would be forced to fall into the trap.
only,
Now it looks like this,
Does it look like you are sure of victory
The twisting and tingling feeling from deep in her soul continued to attack the little girl.
She didn't dare to move anymore. The fire came from the bearded man and was his means of guarding the door. She was attacked unexpectedly and was completely unprepared.
She even worried that
If I hadn't suppressed this injury, it would have probably disappeared.
The soul seems to be more illusory than the body, with no trace to be found, and free from the worries of birth, aging, sickness and death. But in fact, at least in this world, the soul is really too fragile.
But she did not bring her physical body with her, and now she felt a little regretful.
If her temporary physical body were here, she wouldn't be so passive.
"Forehead… … "
Open your mouth.
The little girl's tongue began to stick out. It stretched very long and began to try to extinguish the fire that was still growing in her abdomen.
The tongue is constantly melting,
But the tongue keeps growing,
This is a way of healing by using her own vitality. Under normal circumstances, she would definitely not be willing to do this, but at this moment, she had no choice.
because,
The throbbing deep inside,
It’s becoming clearer and clearer!
first,
She began to think,
Myself tonight,
Can I leave here alive
The bearded man could be seen trying his best to resist; he was the most senior ghost catcher present and had a certain chance of becoming the chief constable.
You know, in the world of the living, judges rarely appear in the world, and most of the constables walk around in the underworld. The only ones who can travel more freely between the human world and hell are the ghost messengers.
But such a senior ghost messenger, in a short time after the man opened the door,
Being controlled, he became a puppet!
Let's go back half an hour.
This scene,
Who would have thought of it
Resisting and struggling is for dignity and for one's own existence.
But in the next moment, when Liang Chuan spoke, he actually followed suit.
Uniform,
God Sync:
"This funeral song."
"This funeral song."
“Play it for everyone.”
“Play it for everyone.”
"I've heard it, now I'm on my way."
"I've heard it, now I'm on my way."
The bearded man stretched out his shriveled arms. There was almost only a layer of skin covering the bones in both arms. Even the palms were just white bones without even a layer of skin to decorate them.
Over the years,
He had captured countless souls, sent them to hell, and sent them into reincarnation, turning them into his own merits. But now, he was like a puppet, being manipulated by others.
Controlled by their original prey.
You take me as your prey
OK,
Then I will be your master.
The faceless woman let out a sharp roar, and her long hair flew out, wrapping around Liang Chuan. She knew that if she couldn't succeed tonight, she would gain nothing.
Leaving hell and the pond, even with the help of the ghost messenger, is still a huge consumption for her. If she goes back without gaining anything, she won't be able to leave hell next time.
The pool of water will become her permanent bondage. She even has to worry about whether her weak self will be influenced by the group of deceased people on the Yellow Springs Road. Then she will completely degenerate and merge into their group, going from one end to another.
She doesn't want to lose.
Can't lose either.
She didn't want to think like before, standing in the pool, watching these people leave while she could only roar in anger!
Liang Chuan turned his head and looked at the faceless woman. There seemed to be two blood moons hidden in his deep red eyes. At the same time, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eye sockets. It can be imagined that he was not as relaxed as he seemed on the surface.
However, the tapping of Liang Chuan's ten fingers was lighter than before.
There was no piano in front of him, so naturally no sound could be produced.
But that kind of urgent rhythm,
But it seemed to strike at the bottom of everyone's heart.
It strikes their heartstrings again and again!
They are the ghost messengers, the guardians of the order of the Yin and Yang worlds. From ancient times to the present, they have always been the ones who escorted the dead souls to hell.
Today,
Someone began to see them off to the end!
The Faceless Woman's facial expression was distorted. She originally had no expression, but at this moment, her face began to become uneven. Even her long hair with special powers turned into poisonous snakes on Medusa's head, not attacking others, but biting herself.
The silent piano music penetrates every pore.
This is a vortex.
No one is immune!
A strange sound came from the faceless woman's body, as if she was calling for something, and there was some kind of resonance between them and Liang Chuan.
“You said you wanted to be an emissary of hell.
I,
I promise you. "
These words were not spoken for the faceless woman, but for the soul that was devoured by her.
It's not easy for a lonely man to have only one friend, and this time, he lost two.
He found Xiaoqiang's soul. Although it fell into a deep sleep, it will wake up one day.
Yuecheng's soul is right in front of her, and he will send her back to the journey home in her heart.
You say I am a judge.
Then I will be the judge.
So what
Liang Chuan raised his hand and then pressed it down hard.
The faceless woman suddenly raised her head and her body began to twist. The soul that she had suppressed and deliberately not completely swallowed, at this moment, began to counterattack her with the help of external forces.
The girl's soul was originally used by her to threaten him, but now it has become a bomb hidden in her body, which seems to have the ability to detonate herself.
Two different kinds of howls and screams came out from the faceless woman's body. The two women were biting, fighting, and devouring.
Liang Chuan gave the stage,
Arranged the environment,
The rest,
It's your own competition.
He had confidence in her, and she was even more suitable for the identity of Hell than himself.
The ghost officials around them naturally did not just stand by and watch the show, but attacked together. At this time, they no longer cared about whether it would consume their own vitality or affect their stay in the world of the living.
They knew that the situation was beginning to get out of control.
Now, they have to force everything back to the rhythm they want.
At once, killing sticks, soul-calming banners, soul-catching bells and so on all whistled towards Liang Chuan, but the bearded man stood in front of Liang Chuan in an almost selfless manner.
He was powerless to fight back, but had to endure all the blows head on, and his soul began to be damaged in a short period of time.
He's obviously a hunter.
At this time, he sacrificed his life to protect his prey.
Even more selfless than the most loyal servant!
The faceless woman knelt on the ground, constantly making sharp howls that ordinary people could not hear. The neighbors nearby continued to sleep, but the cats and dogs on the old street sensed the abnormality, but did not dare to move. They could only curl up beside their nests and shiver.
This is a struggle in which no living creature can take part.
It is a group of death gods fighting in the human world.
The result of the fight,
The loser.
There's nothing to do even with ghosts!
"Bang!"
The black killing stick pierced into the bearded man's chest. At the same time, Liang Chuan staggered slightly. He felt a little dizzy, and the red color in the bearded man's eyes had disappeared.
He lowered his head and looked at the black killing stick that had pierced his soul, and then looked at his own broken body that seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.
In the eyes,
Full of disbelief,
Why is this happening
Why did it turn out like this!
"Kill him and refine his soul!"
In the distance, the little Loli who was still suppressing her serious injuries said sternly:
"He is no longer able to live. He is running out of energy. I want him to live a life worse than death. I want to personally burn his soul to death for ten years!"
Kill him while he's ill.
The bearded man knelt down on the ground dejectedly.
The ghost in front bypassed him and continued to rush towards Liang Chuan.
The order of the underworld cannot be violated. Once today's events are spread, they will become the laughing stock of the underworld, so the man in front of them must be dealt with!
Liang Chuan staggered and held onto the door.
His ten fingers had already fallen down dejectedly, and his body was already soaked with sweat.
sight,
It seems a little blurry.
In a trance,
He saw the ferocious ghosts rushing towards him, and he was so tired. What he wanted to do was to lean against the door frame.
Keep leaning down.
Waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow,
Waiting for the golden sunlight to shine on him,
Waiting for the warm and lazy comfort to wrap yourself up.
More than 2,000 kilometers away, an old Taoist priest was broadcasting live to cheer for himself.
It's just that he never uses a smartphone, so he can't watch the live broadcast.
There was a cold girl, biting her lips, crying with laughter and laughing with tears.
Liang Chuan raised his head.
He doesn't regret what he did, not at all.
but,
He has people he is bound to, people he feels sorry for,
One person does the work and takes the responsibility, which is often just a simple and beautiful fantasy.
When the killing stick was about to hit his head,
He raised his hand.
Looking at the white cat below who is still grooming his hair,
He called out:
“Pu’er!”
For a time,
Under the dim street lights,
The cat's shadow began to grow longer and longer.
Getting longer and longer,
Grow to,
It seems that it can submerge the entire old street...
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Everyone knows that Long has no drafts saved. These two chapters were written in the first half of the night, and Long immediately continued to write.
Today, at least five updates!
Long publishes a chapter as soon as he finishes writing it.
Within two months,
We launched twice.
Two months is not a long time, but some people have already forgotten the achievements and position we achieved when we launched on February 1st.
Should,
Remind them,
We are back!