It was a policeman who rushed in front of our car.

Although it was only for a short moment, he was not hit by the car, but I vaguely saw that his face was pale.

So as soon as I saw him fall to the ground, I immediately pushed the car door open and ran out.

But just as I was about to go to him to check on him, and see him clearly, I stopped.

The policeman was lying on his back on the ground, his face clearly illuminated by the headlights.

I don't know what happened, but his face was like a rubella with a lot of small lumps, and the neck and hands were exposed outside the police uniform, and the same was true.

This makes him look like a giant □□ in the light of the headlights.

It's weird.

But what's even weirder is that his skin is so white that it's transparent.

How to describe it, his face at this time, except for the lumps like □□ skin, looks like a lychee that has been peeled.

I could even see through that layer of skin and see the intertwined veins inside.

I've only seen this kind of picture in horror movies, and I can't imagine what caused him to look like this, I think he suffered a lot of pain, and if it weren't for his strong physique, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to survive.

Like a stranded fish, he lay straight in front of the car, his mouth wide open and he inhaled sharply.

But obviously, no matter how hard he tried, the air he inhaled was not enough for his needs, and his blackened lips and tongue were a sign of his extreme lack of oxygen.

It's not something I can fix by going over and looking at the situation, or asking if it matters.

So I quickly turned my head and looked into the car next to me, which had been slow to move.

I saw that the young man seemed to care about the situation of the police at all, and looked through the car window and looked ahead.

The fingertips tapped the steering wheel unhurriedly, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a slow sound of footsteps to be heard under the gray sky of the pot in the direction he was looking at.

I don't know who it is, because a fog suddenly rises on the ground in front of me.

From thin to thick, it was just a fleeting process, and they were like miasma emerging from the swamp, silently enveloping the open land in front of them.

It wasn't until the footsteps sounded like they were about ten steps away that I could vaguely see a figure in the mist.

All the way forward, all the way swaying, like drunk, like overwhelmed.

Suddenly, this figure was quite familiar.

My instinct was not good, and I was about to return to the car, but I heard the door click, and the young man pushed the door open and walked out of the car.

He walked to the front of the car, glanced at the policeman on the ground, and looked at him helplessly on the ground.

Then he took off his shirt and threw it at his head.

The moment the shirt covered the policeman's face, a figure in the mist suddenly appeared.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but take a light breath.

As my intuition expected, this figure was Wang Chuan.

During a heavy thunderstorm, he disappeared outside my house with Sister Qiu Mei in the lightning and thunder.

But at this moment, he was alone, there was no trace of Sister Qiu Mei on his shoulder, and he was covered in blood.

His whole body looked like he had been fished out of the blood, but it was clear that the blood was not his.

He tilted his shoulders and leaned forward halfway, dragging his two stiff-looking legs forward rather than walking.

It seems that since he was possessed by Sister Chumei, he has been walking in such a strange posture.

As he walked slowly in this direction, he tilted his head and stared at the sky with his face covered in blood, and muttered as if there was something in the sky, and he was having a conversation with him that he couldn't take his attention off.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, his head hung down.

stared at me for a moment, then the corners of his mouth flickered, and he laughed.

The laughter was creepy in the silence.

Then, as he did at my house, he laughed heartlessly and tears fell from his eyes.

Then he raised his hand and pointed at me, as if to say something to me, but all he could do was let out of his throat with a long scream: "Ah——!hhhh

The sound that pierced through my ears made me tremble violently.

I've never heard such a cacophony.

It was hardly human-like, and the moment it reached my eardrum, I felt a sharp pain like my ear was torn.

After a few seconds of this, and as I quickly covered my ears with my senses, I suddenly realized that my legs were moving forward uncontrollably.

Obviously, this voice can control people's actions.

Realizing this, I hurriedly reached out and tried to grab something.

But as soon as I grabbed the rearview mirror next to me, my stomach was tumbling and uncomfortable, forcing me to vomit as soon as I opened my mouth.

Huge balls of blood, not so much spitting out, more like spurting straight out of the throat.

I felt uncomfortable, and my hands and feet were cold from the bright red under my feet.

The experience of this moment was extremely terrifying.

I felt like I was spitting out not blood, but life.

At the same time, I saw a rash on my wrist that was exactly the same as that on the policeman's body.

Not much, it's somewhat similar to the rashes that Hades caused to my body, but the difference is that this thing is developing more rapidly.

From the time I was stimulated by Wang Chuan's screams to vomit blood, to the appearance of these rashes, it did not take more than half a minute at most.

In just a few moments, my whole body collapsed as if all my strength had been drained.

But the feet are still moving forward uncontrollably.

The sweat in my palms prevented me from grasping the mirror too tightly, and with a slight flick it loosened, and I stumbled forward, filling my stomach with an indescribable pain that had just stopped.

I had to open my mouth again to vomit, when suddenly there was a soft sound of Kerala beside me, and at the same time, a silver light flew past me.

At the same time that lightning arrived in front of Wang Chuan, the mist around Wang Chuan seemed to be blown by a hurricane, and then retreated.

So Wang Chuan's figure became clearer.

From this, I finally saw why his posture was so strange along the way.

Sister Qiu Mei did not disappear.

She was still with Wang Chuan, but she was originally riding on his shoulders, but now she was wrapped around his limbs with her hands and feet, and she was attached to him from his back, almost completely integrated with his body.

While the white light blew away the mist, it blew away the tattered shirt on Wang Chuan's body.

The protruding tumor-like thing on his dark and skinny chest revealed from this was Sister Qiu Mei's face.

She was expressionless, looking up at the sky like Wang Chuan, her mouth was wide open, and she seemed to be inhaling hard.

Jingling.

The silver light that flew towards Wang Chuan fell to the ground the moment she was revealed.

And she rolled her eyes when she heard the voice, and looked straight at me: "...... for my life"

As soon as she spat out the two indistinct words, she saw the large pool of blood that I had spit on the ground, and in her long inhalation, all of them sank into the soil.

A moment later, just as when Wang Chuan first appeared, a mist gushed out from the ground, spreading rapidly in all directions like a tidal wave.

Everywhere I passed, I heard only a soft rustle, and all the plants withered and blackened as if they were scorched, and scattered to the ground.

And I stood in the center of the mist, which killed everything.

I should have been surrounded by them at the first moment, but just before the fog rose, the young man took a few steps in front of me, lifted me, who was forced to continue walking, and threw it straight on his shoulder.

At that moment, the fog just engulfed where I was standing, and I saw the body of the Immortal Boy who had taken my place, his pants and shoes disintegrating.

Fortunately, as a few silver rays of light bounced from his hands and fell to the ground, the mist did not continue to spread on him.

Not far behind us, the hard shell of the Bentley creaked and rust erupted throughout.

In just a dozen seconds, it was already unrecognizable.

This scene can't help but give me a chill.

I don't know what the policeman lying next to it is like now.

My view was obstructed, I couldn't see him, and of course, I didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Just now, when I instinctively hugged the Immortal Child, I found that his whole body had completely taken on the appearance of a skeleton, which made me feel shocked.

What the hell is this fog, it can make everything decay wherever it passes, and even force the underworld to show his skeletal body.

What's even more terrifying is that they were all made by Sister Qiu Mei.

Why did she suddenly have such terrifying power after only a few hours of not seeing her......

As my mind went haywired over these thoughts, I heard a soft buzz on the ground.

Something was faintly shining on the ground, silver, exactly the same as what had just been flying towards Wang Chuan.

When the wind blows, the resonance of the metal makes them sound like a human sigh.

This slightly strange sound was like an invisible barrier, blocking the fog around him and the underworld.

Looking closely, it turns out that they are the copper pieces of human faces that were used by the young man to drive away Wang Chuan and Sister Qiu Mei before.

At this time, they were scattered at his feet in a circle. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the outline of the human face, which was originally very vague, has become extremely clear in the fog at this moment.

They sighed one after the other in the wind brought by the mist.

Every time the sound sounded, the fog would recede a little, and finally retreat to Wang Chuan's feet, and he still took Sister Qiu Mei, tilted his head, and walked forward step by step.

It's completely different from when he was at my house, he is completely unhindered, he has no scruples at all.

And as he got closer, fine lines began to appear on the copper blocks.

The dense cracking soon blurred the faces on the copper block, causing the wind-induced buzz to become less and less.

Until one of them burst open, the fog that suddenly retreated to Wang Chuan's feet burst up, like a raging tide, and slammed back towards the position where the young man was standing!

There was a chill in my face that almost suffocated me.

In a trance, I saw countless figures swaying in the mist.

I don't know if it was the souls buried under this land for many years, or some other strange thing, they scrambled out from under the soil, like bloodthirsty beasts, eager to surround the Immortal from all sides.

But the young man didn't seem to see their existence at all, and stood in place, not retreating or evading.

I don't know what the hell is going on.

Ever since he lifted me off the ground, he's been standing there unmoving.

Between my hands was the coldness of his bones, and I hung upside down on him, unable to discern any of his thoughts or emotions from his expression as usual.

All that stood in my eyes was his cold and hard hand bones and leg bones.

At this moment, I felt as if he had been transformed into a stone sculpture, and there was not a trace of soul in the pale lines.

I could only watch as the people in the mist rushed towards the Immortal Son, and I could do nothing but close my eyes the moment they pounced.

I can't even impulsively help him when I see him being bitten by my mom, because I would die if I touched it.

Both horizontally and vertically are dead.

I gritted my teeth and clutched his bones for the moment when death engulfed us bought, when suddenly I felt a pain in my wrist that forced me to open my eyes involuntarily.

When I saw it, there were no ghosts rushing in front of me, I only saw the Immortal Boy biting my wrist into his mouth.

The straight teeth penetrated my skin and into my veins, a gesture that was exactly the same as the moment when my mother bit the neck of his stand-in.

I was shocked.

My mind was a mess for a moment, but at that time, I couldn't even think about it, and I didn't even forget to struggle.

The whole person froze, and he watched his own blood burst out of his skin and flow down his teeth into his mouth, outlining every line of his face, making him look like he was smiling.

Red smile.

Then, down his throat, the blood spread out to every inch of his bone.

Almost instantly, patches of scarlet were attached to the pale skeleton.

Particularly striking colors.

Suddenly, I realized my aunt's extreme fear when she talked about the owner of Hades' Well.

Without the body, without the mask I had painted with my brush, this living skeleton soaked in blood resembled a demon crawling out of hell.

As a result, the cold brought by the nearby ghost fog seemed to be unfelt.

Wang Chuan was aware of this at the same time, so his footsteps stopped suddenly, just like the surging ghost fog that came and then stopped abruptly.

He tried to back off, but he didn't have time.

It's too close.

Close enough that I could see every trace of Sister Chumei's face distorted by death.

Her pupils shrank sharply, her eyes fixed on the Immortal Child, and her mouth opened wide again.

It was like a silent scream.

I didn't hear anything coming from her throat, but Wang Chuan's eyes widened all at once. Staring straight at me, he followed me, and the steps that had been trying to go backwards went backwards and howled like a beast that had suddenly gone mad and swooped down on me!

However, before he could get any closer to me, he froze at his incoming form.

At the same time, my wrist, which was bitten between my teeth, suddenly loosened.

At the moment of his fall, he saw that his hand was like lightning, and his slender and sharp finger bones pierced straight into Wang Chuan's chest, and while forcing him to stop in place, he pulled Sister Qiu Mei's head out of his chest.

Suddenly, the wind raged all around, and the ghost mist, which was originally static due to the invisible power emanating from the body of the Immortal Prince, suddenly became restless again with this wind.

The resulting cold vortex almost threw me into the sky.

Immediately ignoring the blood flowing from my wrist, I grabbed the young man again.

In a panic, I thought that these things were counterattacked by Sister Qiu Mei's attack.

But when I re-hung on the shoulders of the Underworld, I realized that the whirlpool was not caused by Sister Qiu Mei at all.

At the moment when Sister Qiu Mei was pulled out of Wang Chuan's body, the ghost mist seemed to be driven by a huge force, converging into a rapidly rotating air current, and through the hand of the young man, he sucked it into his body.

Then I saw a faint black light on his bones stained red with my blood.

The black brilliance was even more stunning than any kind of color brilliance, and it stained his entire body with a layer of mist like a feather.

Indescribable sensation......

At this moment, I was hanging upside down on his shoulder, and from such an angle, I was in a trance like looking at the legendary King of Hades who was in charge of the eighteenth layer of purgatory.

He was high up, his slender phalanges gripping the silently screaming and struggling Sister Qiu Mei in his palm, and his whole body changed scarlet and inky black light in the huge waves of air around him.

A moment later, in a sudden silence, the ghostly fog that had been hovering around him like a tsunami disappeared.

Together with Sister Qiu Mei's poignant and ferocious figure, there was no trace of her.

Only Wang Chuan still maintained the posture that pounced on me before, his eyes were dull, his face was stiff, and he stood motionless in place.

There were no traces left on his chest, as if Sister Qiu Mei's head and even body had broken out of his body just now, which was an illusion at all.

But his face looked even worse than before.

And, all of a sudden, the whole person seemed to have been drained of water, and it was terrifyingly shriveled.

If it weren't for the heaving of his chest, he would almost look like a zombie, and his appearance would be unbearable.

"Giggle......

Just as he unloaded me from his shoulder, a faint sound came out of his throat.

followed by a blink of his eyes, as if he came back to his senses all at once.

Then he gasped, and he stared at the face of the young man with two sallow and cloudy eyes.

After staring at it motionless for a few seconds, he suddenly opened his mouth and screamed, Wang Chuan turned around sharply and fled backwards.

But he didn't run a few steps, and suddenly his body shook and his legs went limp, he staggered a few times, and fell to the ground.

I tried to stand, but I couldn't get up again because the □□ was wet.

He sat there for a moment, then grabbed a handful of his hair, and suddenly covered his face and began to cry.

At first it was a whimper, then a howl, crying like a bewildered child.

Until the young man looked at him silently and slowly paced behind him, he was already crying and paralyzed to the ground.

I don't know if it's because of crying or fear, and I tremble like a sieve.

Therefore, even every breath is extremely difficult.

It made me think he was going to faint at any moment.

But after a while, he suddenly turned around, lay on the ground and quickly crawled to the feet of the underworld, crying and kowtowing to him several times: "Lord Yama! Don't kill her! It's me who is guilty! I and Liu Liqing killed her! I'm guilty! I'm damned! We're all fucking sorry for her!"