Chapter 105 When I Go to Hell, I Will Return Again! (Third Update!)

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A white cat with hair like snow, like the most delicate and purest white in the world, with a rare agility and clarity;

But its shadow is black, a kind of desperate black, like a devil's tentacles extending from the ground, spreading and covering continuously,

accompanied by

It is curse and despair!

What flashed in the cat's eyes was exactly the same expression as Liang Chuan's previous eyes, and the depth of the crimson red was like magma rolling, suffocating!

If you look carefully,

It seems that from the cat's eyes, it is possible to vaguely discover the wailing figures of countless dead souls and ghosts, as well as piles of bones.

a pair of cat eyes,

The deepest and most terrifying image of hell that is branded,

that is purgatory,

That's Shura,

That is the place where all beings rest and finally go mad,

is the origin of life,

It is the home of everything!

And that place,

Even ordinary ghost messengers are not qualified to approach.

Because there, there is no essential difference between ghosts and ordinary grieving ghosts.

"Meow!"

mew,

resounded throughout the old street,

It directly made the swarming ghost messengers tremble,

At this moment, they seem to have forgotten that they are actually in the underworld, as if they have returned to hell, to that dark place.

in Yangjian,

They are mysterious existences that are out of people's sight. They exist in strange novels and myths. They are no different from those old gods on the mountains. They are even more down-to-earth, and people fear them like tigers!

But in the underworld, in hell, they are just the lowest batch of civil servants.

While the cat is meowing,

The dim red in Liang Chuan's eyes gradually recovered, and no blood flowed from the eye sockets. What should have flowed had already dried up, but the Yin Hong still condensed again.

even,

Even better than before!

Tonight's theme,

is revenge,

previously,

It's a prelude!

under,

This is the real movement!

my dead friend,

I will take your souls,

Witness everything tonight!

My blood has been drained,

under,

It's your turn to stream...

His ten fingers trembled again, and his pale and slender knuckles danced gracefully. He was playing, he was performing, and he was rippling his own notes in this midnight midnight.

all listeners,

All must die!

Among the ghost messengers, three more ghost messengers appeared for a while, their eyes were also red, and then they attacked their companions without hesitation.

you catch me

You persecute me with the lives of those around me,

You think you are on the side of justice,

You are supercilious,

You look down on me, an ant who came back as a stowaway,

You think you are high above,

You consider yourselves to be of great dignity,

You think your will is right,

So today,

I'd like to see,

you,

Where can it be noble!

I want to see,

Will you cry?

Will it hurt you?

Are you going to panic?

you,

Are they just like ordinary people?

After tearing apart your bright coats and identities,

whether,

There is also fear!

Fingers crossed, trembling twice as fast as before, the notes of death poured out, and in the underworld shop, ghost messengers messed up and started killing each other.

Someone was controlled in the previous second and sent a blow to his companion,

But after the next second,

When he lost control again and fell into confusion, the companion who had just been attacked counterattacked him.

Ghost messengers one after another seemed to have become marionettes in front of Liang Chuan at this moment,

He can move whatever he wants,

He can play whichever he wants,

He can do whatever he wants,

teasing you,

playing with you,

Watching you kill each other in fear and hesitation,

this is me,

A gift for you guys!

You say that I want to be a judge, and I committed a big taboo,

So today,

I do as you wish,

Sentence your life and death!

At the corner of Mingdian, the little loli is licking her wound with her tongue,

Gazing at it all,

She saw her colleagues in front of her killing each other frantically, without mercy,

She saw the crimson in the eyes of these people flickering,

When she saw the man they were after, she still

Leaning against the door frame,

red eyes,

But with a smile on his lips,

Appreciate all this!

Everything is so unreal, so desperate,

this is a dream

It's definitely a dream,

I'm sure in a dream,

Definitely in a dream!

Yes,

it's not true

It's certainly not true,

How could this be true!

If Zhou Ze was here at this time, and seeing the scene where little Lolita was completely frightened, he would probably feel extremely sad in his heart. Little Lolita, who was the biggest threat in his eyes before,

At this time, I was really frightened into an ordinary stupid cute loli,

curled up there,

shivering.

It's a pity that she is a soul body and has no physical body.

Otherwise, if Zhou Ze was here, he could lift up his skirt to see if she would be scared to pee too.

Of course, in Tongcheng, which is more than 2,000 kilometers away from Rongcheng, Zhou Ze is not completely insensitive. The palm of his right hand, where the mark is located, is constantly stinging. The pain is so unbearable for Zhou Ze, he can only hold it tightly holding his fist.

Not sure exactly what happened though,

But Zhou Ze had a premonition,

That is the little loli who will cause trouble for 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. This means that she is gradually losing control of this key!

Once she really can't come back,

this key,

It's my own, and it's... It's completely my own!

The certificate is in hand, the key is in hand again,

I am a justifiable ghost messenger!

…………

Rongcheng,

Old Street,

messed up

messed up

completely messed up,

The entire north of the old street,

Beat into a pot of porridge.

"When I go to hell,

will walk the path paved with bones;

when i go to hell,

Will pick the most beautiful flowers of the other shore;”

Looking at the crazy scene in front of me,

Liang Chuan smiled happily,

He chanted softly, as if he were the narrator of this crazy and tragic farce,

Dubbing this stage play where the smell of blood can almost drip out.

fingertips, still dancing,

The melody, still pouring,

It's not over yet,

Can't stop yet.

The white cat was already soaked in blood, slowly dyeing its pure white hair red, but the white cat stood there resolutely, standing beside Liang Chuan.

Liang Chuan's eye sockets were no longer visible, they were deeply sunken, and his whole body became somewhat haggard, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

But the blood in the depths of his eye sockets,

But it keeps rippling,

not enough,

not enough,

real,

not enough!

"When I go to hell,

Will drink the turbidest yellow spring water;

when i go to hell,

will shuttle endless curses;

when i go to hell,

Will face the darkness of nothingness. "

The chanting sound is like a reminder to these ghost messengers, urging them to continue to push this cannibalism to a climax, urging them to stab the weapons in their hands even harder into the flesh of their companions. Body.

There are souls breaking,

There are screams resounding,

There is a roar roaring,

they know what they're doing,

But the most painful thing is that they know what they are doing! ! !

they can't stop,

Simply can not stop,

They have lost themselves, and can only complete their actions under the gaze of that man,

at this very moment,

They seem to really feel that there is a judge standing in front of them, holding a judgment pen, telling their crimes and sending them to the execution ground!

But throughout the ages,

They are the only ones who send ghosts to escort others to hell and put them in a frying pan to collect filial piety money.

When has it happened that they themselves were bound in this way to suffer this kind of torture?

fighting,

still going on,

despair,

It has also been spreading.

"When I go to hell,

Will be buried in a boundless sea of ​​blood;

when i go to hell,

will be dedicated to the devil;

when i go to hell,

will indulge in solitude;

when i go to hell,

Will never look back. "

The chanting began to get faster and faster, and the rhythm became clearer and clearer. Liang Chuan began to forget himself more and more. He was immersed in the rhythm that didn't exist, wandering in the atmosphere he created for himself.

When ordinary people see this scene, they will think that he has a problem with his brain, and that he is a mental patient's self-entertainment.

Only,

The gang of ghost messengers in the shop of the underworld,

Really feel this kind of horror, feel this kind of despair!

"When I go to hell,

will no longer be confused;

when i go to hell,

will no longer hesitate;

when i go to hell,

will abandon thinking;

when i go to hell,

Will leave the clutter behind. "

The Faceless Girl who was kneeling in the corner before slowly recited the exact same sentences as Liang Chuan said, she stood up slowly,

she held out her hand,

part your hair,

She was originally faceless,

The facial features are slowly raised.

At this moment,

no struggle,

did not resist,

In this chanting,

It seems that many things have been settled!

mouth, split open,

Red lips appeared, tongue curled up, white teeth appeared, and the whole face became clear.

It's a touching face,

It's a pretty face,

This is a young face.

The woman looked at Liang Chuan and sang along with Liang Chuan.

Liang Chuan reached out and patted the woman's head, as if he was stroking his own sister.

Her dream is to become the apostle of hell, she is infatuated with it, dedicated to it,

so,

He gave her this chance,

This is her choice, no hesitation, no sadness, no concerns.

The two looked at each other and continued to chant together:

"When I go to hell,

will bury the past;

when i go to hell,

will cover the future,

when i go to hell,

There will be no more me in the world! "

When the chanting came to this point, the white cat had turned into a blood-colored cat, and it crawled down. It couldn't hold on anymore, and Liang Chuan also slowly sat down against the door frame,

With the last of my strength,

Recite the last verse:

"When I go to hell,

Will be back again! "

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!........."

ghost spirit,

blew themselves up one by one,

One by one dissipated in this world,

As if giving this piece of music,

The painting is unique to it,

pause.

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