The white cat, with fur as white as snow, is like the most exquisite and purest white in the world, with a rare agility and clarity;
But its shadow is black, a desperate black, like a demon's tentacles extending from the ground, constantly spreading and covering.
Accompanied by,
It's curse and despair!
What was flickering in the cat's eyes was exactly the same look as the one in the depths of Liang Chuan's eyes before. The depth of the red was like rolling magma, suffocating and oppressive!
If you look carefully,
It seems that one can still vaguely see countless wailing souls and ghosts and mountains of bones from the cat's eyes.
A pair of cat eyes,
The deepest and most horrible image of hell,
That is purgatory,
That's Shura.
That is the place of rest and final madness for all beings,
It is the origin of life.
It’s the destination of everything!
And that place,
Even ordinary ghost messengers are not qualified to get close.
Because there, there is no essential difference between the ghost messenger and ordinary vengeful ghosts.
"Meow!"
mew,
The sound resounded throughout the old street.
This immediately made the ghost messengers who were swarming over tremble in their hearts.
At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten that they were actually in the world of the living, as if they had returned to hell, to that dark place without sunlight.
In the Yang world,
They are mysterious beings beyond people's sight. They exist in strange stories and myths. They are no different from those old immortals in the mountains. They are even more down-to-earth, and people fear them like tigers!
But in the underworld, in hell, they are just a group of civil servants at the lowest level.
While the cat is meowing,
The red color in Liang Chuan's eyes, which had originally dimmed, gradually recovered. There was no more blood flowing out of his eye sockets. The blood that should have flowed out had already dried up, but that deep red color still gathered again.
even,
Better than ever before!
Tonight's theme is,
It's revenge.
previously,
It's a prelude!
under,
This is the real music!
My dead friend,
I will take your souls with me,
Witness everything tonight!
My blood has been shed.
under,
It's your turn to stream...
His ten fingers trembled again, and the pale and slender knuckles danced gracefully. He was playing, he was performing, and he was rippling his own notes in the deep night at midnight.
All listeners,
Everyone must die!
Among the ghost officials, three more appeared at once with red eyes, and then they attacked their companions without hesitation.
You catch me,
You are forcing me to take the lives of those around me.
You think you are on the side of justice.
You are arrogant.
You look down on me, an ant who came back as a stowaway.
You think you are superior.
You think you are so noble.
You think your will is correct.
So today,
I'd like to see,
you,
How noble can it be!
I want to see,
Will you cry
Will it hurt
Will you panic
you,
Is he the same as ordinary people
After stripping off your shiny outer garments and identities,
whether,
Also have fear!
With his fingers crossed, the frequency of trembling was twice as fast as before, and the notes of death poured out. In the underworld inn, the ghost officials were in chaos and began to kill each other.
Someone was controlled a second ago and attacked his companion.
But in the next second,
He lost control again and fell into confusion, when his companion who had just been attacked fought back against him.
One after another, the ghost messengers seemed to have become puppets in front of Liang Chuan at this moment.
He can move whatever he wants.
He can play whichever one he wants.
He can do whatever he wants.
To tease you,
Playing with you,
Watching you killing each other in fear and confusion,
This is me,
A gift for you!
You said I wanted to be a judge, which was a big mistake.
So today,
I am as you wish,
Judge your life or death!
In the corner of the underworld shop, a little Lolita was licking her wound with her tongue.
Watching all this in amazement,
She saw her colleagues in front of her killing each other madly and mercilessly.
She saw the red in these people's eyes flickering continuously.
She saw the man they were hunting leaning against the door frame.
Eyes red,
But with a smile on his face,
Appreciate it all!
Everything is so unreal and so hopeless.
This is a dream.
This is definitely a dream.
I must be dreaming.
It must be in a dream!
Yes,
This is not true.
This is definitely not true.
How could this be true!
If Zhou Ze was here at this moment, and saw the little Lolita being completely frightened, he would probably feel extremely sad. In his eyes, the little Lolita was the biggest threat before.
At this moment, I was really scared and became an ordinary silly loli.
Curled up there,
Shivering.
Unfortunately, she is a spirit, without a physical body.
Otherwise, if Zhou Ze was here, he could lift her skirt to see if she would be scared to pee.
Of course, in Tongcheng, more than 2,000 kilometers away from Rongcheng, Zhou Ze was not completely unresponsive. The mark on his right palm was constantly causing a stinging pain, which was so painful that Zhou Ze could hardly bear it and could only clench his fists.
Not sure what exactly happened, though.
But Zhou Ze had a hunch.
That is the little Lolita who will bring trouble to herself if she returns to Tongcheng. Now she is in great trouble. The key to the gate of hell that she left for herself is shifting, which means that she is gradually losing control of the key!
If she really can't come back,
This key,
It's yours, and it belongs completely to you!
The certificate is in hand, and the key is in hand again.
I am the legitimate ghost messenger!
… …
Chengdu,
Old Street,
It's a mess.
It's a mess.
It's totally messed up.
The entire Old Street North,
It's a mess.
"When I went to hell,
Will walk down a path paved with bones;
When I went to hell,
I will pick the most beautiful red spider lilies;"
Looking at this crazy scene in front of me,
Liang Chuan smiled happily.
He recited softly, as if he were the narrator of this crazy and tragic farce.
Dubbing for this stage play that is so bloody that it is almost dripping.
The fingertips are still dancing,
The melody is still pouring out,
It's not over yet.
Can't stop yet.
The white cat's body was soaked with blood, which slowly dyed its pure white fur red, but the white cat stood there resolutely, standing beside Liang Chuan.
Liang Chuan's eye sockets were so sunken that his pupils could no longer be seen. He looked haggard, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
But the blood deep in his eye sockets,
But it keeps rippling,
not enough,
It's not enough.
real,
Not enough!
"When I went to hell,
Will drink the most turbid water of the underworld;
When I went to hell,
Will travel through endless curses;
When I went to hell,
Will face the darkness of nothingness."
The chanting sound was like a death warrant to these ghost officials, urging them to push the infighting to a climax, and urging them to thrust the weapons in their hands into the bodies of their companions with greater force.
There are souls breaking,
There were screams ringing out,
There is a roaring sound,
They know what they are doing.
But the most painful thing is that they know what they are doing!!!
They can't stop.
I can't stop at all.
They have lost themselves and can only complete their actions under the man's gaze.
At this moment,
They seemed to really feel that there was a judge standing in front of them, holding a pen, telling them their sins and sending them to the execution ground!
But throughout history,
Only they, the ghost messengers, escort others to hell and throw them into the oil pan and then collect tribute money.
When has it ever happened that they themselves were tied up like this and suffered such torture
Fighting,
Still going on,
despair,
It has also been spreading.
"When I went to hell,
Will be buried in an endless sea of blood;
When I went to hell,
Will be dedicated to the devil;
When I went to hell,
Will indulge in solitude;
When I went to hell,
I will never look back. "
The chanting began to get faster and faster, and the rhythm became clearer and clearer. Liang Chuan began to become more and more selfless. He immersed himself in the non-existent rhythm and wandered in the atmosphere he created for himself.
When ordinary people see this scene, they will think that he has a mental problem and that he is a mentally ill person entertaining himself.
Only,
These ghost messengers in the underworld shop,
I truly experienced this horror and felt this despair!
"When I went to hell,
Will no longer be confused;
When I went to hell,
Will no longer hesitate;
When I went to hell,
Will abandon thinking;
When I went to hell,
The clutter will be left behind.”
The faceless woman who had been kneeling in the corner before also slowly chanted the same words as Liang Chuan. She slowly stood up.
She held out her hand.
Lift your hair.
She was originally faceless.
The facial features are slowly becoming prominent.
At this time,
No struggle,
There was no resistance.
In this chanting,
It seems that many things have been settled!
Mouth, split,
The red lips, the upturned tongue, the pearly teeth appeared, and the whole face became clear.
This is a charming face.
This is a pretty face.
This is a young face.
The woman looked at Liang Chuan and sang along with him.
Liang Chuan reached out and patted the woman's head, as if he was caressing his own sister.
Her dream is to become an apostle of hell. She is obsessed with it and devoted to it.
so,
He gave her the chance.
This was her choice, without hesitation, without sadness, without worries.
The two looked at each other and continued to chant together:
"When I went to hell,
will bury the past;
When I went to hell,
Will cover the future,
When I went to hell,
There will be no me in this world anymore!"
When the poem reached this point, the white cat had turned into a blood-red cat. It crawled down, unable to hold on any longer. Liang Chuan also slowly sat down against the door frame.
Use up the last bit of strength,
Recite the last paragraph:
"When I went to hell,
I will come back again!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! … … … …”
The soul of the ghost,
They exploded one by one,
Disappearing one by one in this world,
As if giving this piece of music,
The painting is unique to it.
pause.