Before Comrade Liu Dazhuang, who weighed more than 200 pounds, could scream miserably, his ball-like body flew out, like a leather ball.

The golden light did not stop, and his body turned sharply in an instant, and he killed me again in an instant. Facing me on my back, it was like Tarzan rushing down!

In my eyes, a person appeared who had never seen before.

I saw that this man was thin and pale, and he was a young man in his twenties. There was a vicious light in those eyes, and I wanted to break my body into pieces.

At this moment, he was holding a glittering gold pen in both hands, and with the strength of his arms, he stabbed me in the face......

This person...... Who is it?!

For a moment, I was at a loss.

Look at the pile of ashes that was struck by the thunder, in the firelight, it turned out to be a human skin that had been burned out!

It dawned on me that this young man was Manager Sang.

All along, the middle-aged man in a fat suit and a Yancheng dialect was just a skin he was wearing, and the young man in front of him was the real body of the painter!

It's hard to imagine that at the last moment, this deceitful guy could give up his own human skin, so that we mistakenly think that he has been tricked, and take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I instinctively put up my arms, grabbed the artist's wrist with both hands, and struggled to prop it up.

That young face was full of vicious resentment, and his Mandarin standard was full of murderous aura: "Go die!" You're going to die for me......"

The strength on the artist's arms was huge, like a mountain, and it made my arms sore, like the end of a strong force, and I couldn't support it anymore.

The fat man's moans came from afar, and he was obviously not lightly injured, and he could not catch up at the moment.

The tip of the golden pen shone with a cold light, like a sharp knife, and it was slowly piercing my eyes, only a fraction of a second away from one of my eyeballs.

My mind was full of hope, and what little strength I had left was rapidly depleting.

At this precarious moment, I felt the white satin wrapped around my left hand suddenly loosen, and a bone-chilling chill instantly penetrated into my palm.

Although this breath was cold, it seemed to contain a thin force, which condensed on my arms in the blink of an eye through the palm of my hand, and the tip of the golden pen was instantly supported by me, slowly rising.

I was surprised to find that at some point, the golden brush in the painter's hand actually rippled with a cloud of light. This light is mixed with black and yellow, and it is constantly being sucked in by the black fire rakshasa mark in the palm of my hand!

The young painter's face showed an unbelievable look. He stared at the arms that were constantly being held up by me, and the light that kept pouring out of the golden pen, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

The light surged, and the golden pen also changed significantly before you knew it. I saw that it gradually turned back into a pitch-black pen, and even the remaining golden light on the tip of the pen was not much left, like a spark.

The power is constantly gathering towards my body, and the originally sore arms and limbs seem to be energized, which is extremely comfortable, and the whole person seems to be resurrected with full blood in an instant, full of strength.

"You...... You're ......."

The painter's mouth was open, but the words in his mouth were broken.

Not only that, but as the light on the golden pen continued to pour into my palm, the painter's face soon became blurred, and he maintained a stunned expression, and a white shadow seemed to appear on the whole face, which was constantly surging towards my palm.

His body, which was originally like a thousand pounds of a mountain, instantly became light......

The sudden change made me scratch my head. But as the saying goes, the time never comes again, and taking advantage of his stunned moments, my legs suddenly exerted force, and my feet stomped heavily on his small burden, kicking him away in an instant......

To be honest, I was just in a hurry to get out of this situation, and I didn't know how powerful my foot was. A mouthful of blood spurted out of the painter's mouth in an instant, spraying my head all over my face.

His body flew out like a piece of rotten wood, and with a muffled "bang" on his back, he slammed into the huge bronze coffin!

Under the impact of the painter, I saw that the coffin lid of the bronze coffin was instantly shaken away, and the black fire that rushed to the sky actually erupted from the coffin, like a fountain, straight into the sky.

In the rise of the black flame, countless arms stretched out in the bronze coffin in an instant, dancing densely, and the scalp of the person exploded!

These arms are thick and thin, but without exception they are dark red, and they are covered with blood, beating clear meridians and muscle lines, which are clearly the group of upside-down hanged people we met before......

They were like countless tentacles that easily entangled the painter and kept pulling him towards the coffin, as if they were ready to drag him inside.

Above these dark red arms, where the black flames were rushing, countless white shadows appeared that were surging hideously. These shadows shuttled back and forth in midair, and the sound of wolf howls was incessant, and at a glance it was clear that they were remnant spirits.

These...... Could it be that it is the soul of the soul that has been refined by the murderous coffin?!

At this moment, the artist's chest and face were covered with the blood he had spurted, and under the tremendous inertia and impact, the blood was constantly flowing down the corners of his mouth and nostrils, dripping and dripping.

He began to panic, and in vain he tried to get rid of the arms of the hanging men, and he could not compete with them, and his body was slowly dragged into the bronze coffin.

The painter finally gave up his struggle, his pale face with a vicious look on his face, and a pair of eyes staring at me viciously.

"Don't think you've won! I tell you, the end of the world is coming, and you won't live long! Hahaha...... Everybody is going to die together anyway! It's worth it! Hahaha......"

He laughed as he spoke, and a large stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The white shadows that floated in the air and intertwined with each other began to fall, and in an instant they attached themselves to the painter like mist.

The painter's wild laughter stopped dumbly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a terrible wail, and his whole body trembled violently.

Under my gaze, the skin of his whole body began to crack, as if it had been slashed and pierced by invisible blades, and instantly became full of holes, like honeycomb, constantly corroded, blood splattered, and flesh blurred......

In less than a minute, the original big living person was corroded into a white skeleton of bones, and countless white resentful spirits shuttled back and forth in the hollow eye sockets and bone crevices of this skeleton, which was extremely terrifying!

As the white bones finally dragged those arms into the bronze coffin, the dense dark red arms and the white shadow remnant disappeared, but the black fire in the coffin became more vigorous, burning the entire coffin together.

This bronze murderous coffin was under the rough indulgence of the painter, I don't know how many lives he killed in vain, and finally it became his own purgatory! I can't help but sigh that good and evil are rewarded, and the way of heaven dictates it.

Black smoke rose and soared into the sky.

It was like a whirlwind all around us, the snow, the valleys, and everything in front of us faded and disappeared in this hurricane, and it seemed to be cut apart by an invisible force. In a trance, the whole world was dark......