Chapter 105 I Will Come Back Again! (3rd Update!)

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The white cat, with hair like snow, looks like the most exquisite and pure white in the world, with a rare agility and clarity;

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

Accompanied by

It is curse and despair!

What shone in the cat's eyes was the same look that was in the depths of Liang Chuan's eyes before. The red depth was like rolling lava, suffocating!

If you look carefully,

It seems that from the cat's eyes, we can vaguely detect the wailing figures of countless dead ghosts and piles of bones.

A pair of cat eyes,

The deepest and most terrifying image of hell is branded,

That's purgatory,

That's Shura,

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

It is the origin of life,

It’s the destination of everything!

And that place,

Even ordinary ghosts are not qualified to get close.

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

"Meow!"

mew,

It resounded throughout the old street,

It directly made the ghosts who came swarming tremble.

At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten that they were actually in the earth now, as if they had returned to hell, to that dark place.

In the sun world,

They are mysterious existences that are out of people's sight. They exist in fantasy novels and myths. They are no different from the 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 a group of civil servants at the lowest level.

While the cat meows,

The dimmed red color in Liang Chuan's eyes gradually recovered, and there was no blood flowing out of his eyes. What should have flowed had already dried up, but the Yin Hong still condensed again.

even,

Even better than before!

Tonight's theme,

It's revenge,

previously,

It's a prelude!

under,

This is the real music!

my dead friend,

I will take your soul with me,

Witness everything tonight!

My blood has been drained,

under,

It's your turn to shed...

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

all listeners,

All must die!

Among the ghosts, three more ghosts appeared for a while, their eyes also turned red, and then they launched attacks on their companions without hesitation.

You catch me,

You use the lives of those around me to force me,

You think you are on the side of justice,

You are arrogant about everything,

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

You feel that you are superior,

You feel that you are extremely noble,

You think your own 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 you?

Will you panic?

you,

Are they the same as ordinary people?

After cutting through your glamorous coat and identity,

whether,

Also has fear!

The fingers were crossed, the frequency of trembling was twice as fast as before, and the notes of death poured out. In the dark shop, the ghost servants got into a mess and started killing each other.

Someone was controlled a second ago and struck a blow at his companion.

But after the next second,

He was out of control again, and when he was confused, his companion who had just been attacked fought back against him.

One after another, the ghosts seemed to have turned into puppets in front of Liang Chuan.

He can move whatever he wants,

He can play whatever he wants,

He can do whatever he wants,

To tease you,

Toying with you,

Watching you kill each other in fear and hesitation,

this is me,

A gift for you!

You said that I wanted to be a judge and violated a taboo.

So today,

I do as you wish,

Sentence your life and death!

In the corner of the store, the little loli was licking her wounds with her tongue.

Staring at all this in amazement,

She saw her colleagues in front of her killing each other crazily and without mercy.

She saw the red eyes of these people flashing,

She saw the man they were chasing leaning against the doorframe,

His eyes are red,

But mouth

The corner is smiling,

Enjoying it all!

Everything is so unreal, so despairing,

This is a dream,

This is definitely a dream,

I must be in a dream,

It must be in a dream!

Yes,

This is not true,

This is definitely not true,

How could this be true!

If Zhou Ze were here at this time and saw the scene where the little Loli was completely frightened, he would probably be extremely sad. The little Loli who was the biggest threat to him before,

At this moment, I was really scared and turned into an ordinary silly and cute lolita.

huddled there,

Shivering.

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

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

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

Although I'm not sure what exactly happened,

But Zhou Ze had a hunch,

That is the little loli who will cause trouble for herself if she returns to Tongcheng. Now she is in huge trouble. The key to the door of hell she left for herself is shifting. This It means that she is gradually losing control of this key!

Once she really can't come back,

This key,

It's yours, and it's...completely yours!

The documents are in hand, and the keys are in hand again.

He is a justifiable ghost!

…………

Rongcheng,

old street,

It's messy,

It's messy,

Total chaos,

The whole old street north,

Beat it into a pot of porridge.

"When I go to hell,

Will walk on a path paved with bones;

When I go to hell,

The most beautiful flowers from the other side will be picked;”

Looking at this 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,

Doing dubbing for this stage play that is so bloody that it can almost drip out of it.

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, slowly dyeing its pure white hair red, but the white cat stood there resolutely, standing beside Liang Chuan.

Liang Chuan's eyes were no longer visible and were sunken deeply, and his whole person became a little haggard, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

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,

You will drink the turbid yellow spring water;

When I go to hell,

Will travel through endless curses;

When I go to hell,

Will face the darkness of nothingness. "

The sound of chanting is like a talisman to these ghosts, urging them to push this cannibalism to a climax, urging them to work harder to pierce the weapons of their companions. Body.

There are souls that are broken,

There were screams resounding,

There is a roar roaring,

They know what they are 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 moment,

They seemed to really feel that there was a judge standing in front of them, holding a pen, describing their sins and sending them to the execution ground!

But throughout the ages,

They are the only ones who escort others to hell and fry them in oil and then collect filial piety money.

When had they ever been tied up and subjected to such torture?

Fighting,

Still going on,

despair,

It has also been spreading.

"When I go to hell,

Will be buried in the 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 become more and more selfless. He was immersed in the non-existent rhythm, wandering in the atmosphere he created for himself.

When ordinary people see this scene, they will think that there is something wrong with his brain and that he is just a mental patient amusing himself.

Only,

These gang of ghosts in Mingdian,

Really experience this kind of terror and feel this kind of despair!

"

When I go to hell,

will no longer be confused;

When I go to hell,

There will be no more hesitation;

When I go to hell,

Thinking will be abandoned;

When I go to hell,

Will leave the clutter behind. "

The faceless woman who had been kneeling in the corner slowly recited the same sentence as Liang Chuankou. She slowly stood up,

She stretched out her hand,

Open your hair,

She was originally faceless,

The facial features are slowly rising.

At this moment,

No struggle,

There was no resistance,

In the midst of this chanting,

It seems that many things have been settled!

Mouth, split,

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

This is a moving face,

This is a pretty face,

This is a young face.

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

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

Her dream is to become an apostle of hell. She is obsessed with this and devotes herself to it.

so,

He gave her this opportunity,

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

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

"When I go to hell,

The past will be buried;

When I go to hell,

will cover up the future,

When I go to hell,

There will be no more me in the world! "

When the recitation reached this point, the white cat had turned into a blood-colored cat. It crawled down. It couldn't hold on any longer, and Liang Chuan slowly sat down against the door frame.

Use your last bit of strength,

Recited the last paragraph:

"When I go to hell,

Will come back again eventually! "

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!……………………"

Ghostly soul,

Self-destructing one by one,

Dissipated one by one in this world,

As if to give this piece of music,

The painting is unique to it,

pause.

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