The weather is becoming more and more elusive, unbelievably bad, as if chaos is beginning to open, and heaven and earth are entangled. The frantic rain of the torrential rain was clearly visible in the thunder and lightning, and strands of stagnant water rushed down, mixed with blood, slowly flowing towards the soles of Ming's feet.

Mingmian was like an animal whose backbone had been removed, and his body knelt down weakly, but his heart was firmly held in place by steel bars and did not allow him to move accordingly.

His mind went blank, all thoughts became empty, and he didn't even feel the urge to cry.

Why is this happening? He originally thought that he would be able to continue to live with the antelope in the future, grow up with her, and fulfill his obligations as a brother. To be honest, he didn't feel at all at ease about handing over his own sister to a strange boy, and he couldn't even imagine Ling and another man he didn't know, who seemed to him to be too selfish, in other words, they were too naïve and didn't know how to take care of others.

He had the impression that the antelope was always sick. She was a girl who was too dependent on others, and when they were both very young, he used to carry them on his back to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses at the local hospital basically knew both of them, and the characteristics were obvious, both of them were gray-haired, and they looked malnourished.

He had woken up at the hospital bed many nights, and when he looked up, he saw Antelope sleeping on his back in the bed, so he shivered and busied herself with the corners of the quilt. Some nights Antelope was so sore that he couldn't sleep, so he flipped through a borrowed book and told her bedtime stories word by word, with a wide variety of books, ranging from tortoise-hare racing to black cat sheriff to gourd baby. Later, he picked up a copy of "Zhiyue Lu", which talked about Buddhism and Buddhism, so during that time, he held that book and read it seriously every night.

Buddhism is boundless, and the two brothers and sisters fell asleep as soon as he spoke casually, and he slept the hardest, drooling a book, and also touching the sheets.

Outside the window, the sky was full of stars, and they made the hospital ward their home.

The hospital changed one after another, but the doctor could not find out the cause, and finally came to only one conclusion: the patient's blood was different from ordinary people, and the diagnosis of the cause was not clear, so it was recommended to transfer to the hospital.

In fact, even if they really find out, it is useless, they have no money, and they can't cure the disease at all.

In Ming's opinion, the antelope may not be able to do without his care for the rest of his life, he is the only relative of the antelope, even if he uses all means to protect her, because the antelope is different from the usual girl, she is not a young bird that longs for the distance, and the things she wants to protect are so big.

He always hoped that the antelope would always live under his sight, but in the end he still lost her, and he couldn't find her back.

From now on, he will be left alone in this world.

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The steel bar was deformed by the tremendous pulling force, and Ming leaned sideways, trying to pull himself out of the gap between the car and the wall. With every step he took, his heart was opened open by a sharp piece of iron, and he was pulling out his own heart.

But Ming's footsteps didn't stop, his chest never hurt like it was now, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe, the pain that was enough to destroy ordinary people dozens of times repeated again and again in his body, he roared, but more numb, like the walking dead.

There was a terrifying tearing sound in his body, and Ming imagined that his heart had been torn in half, but hundreds of millions of tiny blood vessels were still fused and repaired along the blood. His eyes were red from congestion, his arms were bruised, and a half-foot-long wound was cut on his chest by a narrow piece of iron, and the wound was still lengthening and deepening as his body moved, and the dark blood rushed out very rarely, and if he were an ordinary person, the blood in his whole body might have already flowed.

Ming fell to the ground as hard as he gasped as if he were drowning, the pain in his chest that made him scream, and a 15mm steel pipe stained red with blood was embedded in the crack in the wall.

The hallucinations of dying flashed through Ming's mind, and he seemed to be in the abyss, his body began to lose weightless, and he kept falling into endless darkness. His whole body was spasming and aching everywhere, and with each breath of air, a huge amount of blood poured into his organs, and he coughed violently, as if he was about to vomit all the blood.

But he still dragged his body forward with both hands, crawling inch by inch, little by little, towards the enchantment. By the time he touched the bronze bracelet, his heart had quietly healed. His body gradually began to regain strength, and he sat up on his knees with his arms propped up, carefully holding the bronze bracelet.

Ming slowly raised his head and looked at the antelope who fell not far away, he looked at it from a distance, without any intention of getting up, and watched silently for a long time.

Time seemed to have been turned back to the past, and he was watching her as he was now, the antelope sleeping in a huge metal container filled with nutrient solution, separated by an indestructible layer of tempered glass. The antelope in the container is as beautiful as a white gauze skirt that slowly opens and closes in the rain and mist, giving people an illusion of almost eternity, as if looking at it for ten thousand years, longing to stare at the desolation of the earth.

"I'll go to your uncle's. After a moment of silence, he said suddenly.

At the same time, the bronze bracelet was easily worn on the arm.

A blazing white light suddenly covered Ming like a searchlight, and he was exposed to everyone's sight under the high beams of the black Porsche. At this moment he is the only protagonist on the stage, and all the laser lights are lit up because of him, and the world will witness the opening of this magnificent and holy spirit.

"God......" Claire's voice in the driver's seat trembled slightly.

"Why is that damn bracelet in the Guardian's hand!" Claire shouted at the rattlesnake, "Is it still useful for me to drive over him now?"

The rattlesnake stopped, he looked at the Ming kneeling in the rainstorm in a daze, like an artist looking at a peerless and magnificent painting, at this moment a scene belongs to art, reaching the peak, tending to the extreme.

Ming's arms slowly opened, like a crucifixion Jesus or a pious and solemn pilgrim. All the Taiyin blood in the body is activated by some kind of force that defies common sense, and every cell in the body is breathing and growing with all its might.

The bronze bracelet deformed as if it were alive, and the outer wall of the bracelet shrunk to fit into Zhuming's arm, as if to merge into his flesh. The huge incision in Ming's chest healed quickly, so fast that there was almost no process, but he was soaked in blood, and those Taiyin blood were like crimson snakes struggling to scream into his body.

A dark purple viscous liquid gushed out from the place where the bronze bracelet fit his arm, and the liquid was almost endless, enveloping him in every inch of flesh. Black spikes grew rapidly on his back, wrists, and joints, and sprung up like mushrooms after a rain of frantically breaking through his skin and spreading outward.

Ming's body was hideous and twisted, the black thorns were curved like blades, a pair of dark purple thorns spread out from his forehead, the horns of his head were grand, but his face was pale like a dying boy. His eyes were lowered, and the whole world was reflected in his pupils, and billions of raindrops converged and fell one point, between the devil and the gods.

In the silence, a roar suddenly erupted that did not belong to a human at all, and Ming's eyes were filled with a surging ghostly light, and he roared into the air like a beast, purple veins swelling out from under his pale skin, covering his entire body in an instant.

Ming, with his arms open in the blazing headlights, danced in the ultimate darkness as if he were separated from the rest of the world, surrounded by a raging black mist, and soon he was immersed in infinite powers.

The rattlesnake came to his senses, turned and stepped into the car with a blank face, and slammed the door shut.

"Let's go. He said coldly.

"Wait... Where are we going?" Claire wondered.

The rattlesnake whispered: "You can go anywhere, go!"

The black Porsche spun sharply in the rain, the engine was high, and it quickly disappeared into the rain.

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In the corner of a secluded alley, Ling Chenxuan looked up in shock, and in the deep darkness, there seemed to be some kind of monster neighing in a low voice.

Several of the lost people who had fallen to the ground suddenly rose from their knees in the rain, and without exception, they looked in a certain direction in the distance, and bowed down to worship, weeping bitterly like lonely ghosts in the wilderness.

Ling Chenxuan looked in the same direction, thunder and lightning in the air were intertwined with dark clouds, and the dark night was like death covering the earth.

He suddenly felt that the lost were not kneeling down voluntarily, but that their souls had been controlled by some unimaginable ability, and their souls were tormented, and their heart-rending weeping seemed to be pouring out their catharsis. The perverse power imprisoned their bodies and spirits to the earth, thus heralding the return of the king.

The exorcist could feel the abilities in the air, and those abilities were as ethereal and invisible as the air, but Ling Chenxuan could clearly perceive that the strands of powers between heaven and earth were converging and forming, circling into a huge funnel-shaped storm, and the king general was in the center of the storm.

There was a hum in the air, and if you listened closely, you could see that it was the whispering moaning of tens of thousands of undead in the underworld, who had been in agony for so long that they had lost track of time.

The underworld, the absolute opposite of the yang world, you can understand it as another independent space, or different planes of the same space, its existence can be a person's imagination or a legend. In mythology it is the hell of all living beings, born of chaos and destroyed by the invisible.

For thousands of years, nothing has proven its true existence, but it has also never been erased by anything.

In that world, the Nine Kings and the Ghost King ruled over all the order of the underworld, which is known as the Ten Hall Yama in the Wild History. They are at the pinnacle and have absolute power over life and death.

The return of every king is an irreversible disaster for the world, according to legend, there are tens of thousands of resentful spirits in the ghost judgment hall under the jurisdiction of King Qin Guang, these ghosts who commit suicide every day of Wu and Hai, are completely as painful as when they were dying, and all the painful situations will appear again as they were.

King Qin Guang, one of the nine kings, symbolizes death and liberation. Legend has it that when he returns, countless undead will go crazy with his rebirth, and he is the master and ruler of all suffering.

Now is the time to return!