Without too many opening remarks,

There is no cumbersome self-introduction,

There is no brain-dead transition of mutual reporting moves;

This slaughter that is located in the shop of the underworld does not belong to the living,

It kicked off directly in this abrupt way.

"Funeral Song",

For whom?

The roles of the prey and the hunter are wavering, and the party that originally swore in his chest suddenly had an illusion that his side did not necessarily seem to be the one who had the last laugh.

The white bone hand with a cold flame, after piercing the soul of the little Lori, left a big hole, a burning hole, the little Lori could only retreat, looking at the injury of her soul, her face was gloomy.

They wanted to save a little effort, because they knew that the guy in front of them who escaped from the encirclement last time was not a very good character.

But they were also convinced that now that the second encirclement and suppression, with so many ghosts, they were already in control of the victory under the premise that the other party had to throw themselves into the net.

It's just that

Now like this,

Is it a chance to win?

The twisting and tingling sensations from the depths of the soul continued to invade the little Lori,

She didn't dare to move again, this flame came from the long-bearded man, it was his gatekeeper, and she was caught off guard by this attack, she was really defenseless.

She even worried,

If I hadn't suppressed the injury, it would probably have disappeared.

The soul seems to be more ethereal than the body, without a trace, without the worries of birth, old age, sickness and death, but in fact, at least in this yang world, the soul is really too fragile.

And her physical body did not come with her, and now, she regrets it a little.

If her temporary physical body was here at this time, she would not be so passive.

"Forehead ............"

The mouth is open,

Little Lori's tongue began to stick out, and it stretched long, long, and began to try to extinguish the flames that were still swaying in her abdomen.

The tongue is constantly melting,

But the tongue keeps growing,

This is a way to heal with her own vitality, and she will definitely be reluctant to do it in normal times, but at this time, she has no choice.

Because

The throbbing of the depths of the heart,

It's getting clearer!

For the first time,

She began to think,

Myself tonight,

Will you be able to get out of here alive?

And the long-bearded man can be seen trying his best to resist, he is the oldest ghost in the scene, and there is a certain hope to be qualified to attack the headcatcher.

You must know that in the yang world, the judges are basically not born, and most of the head catchers walk in the yin, and those who can shuttle between the world and hell more freely are ghosts.

But this is such a senior ghost, but in a short period of time after that person opened the door,

Controlled and a puppet!

Time turns back half an hour,

This scene,

Who would have thought?

Resist, struggle, for dignity, but also for their own existence,

But in the next moment, when Liang Chuan spoke, he actually followed along,

Uniform

God Sync:

"This funeral song."

"This funeral song."

"Play for everyone."

"Play for everyone."

"I'm done, let's get on the road."

"I'm done, let's get on the road."

The long-bearded man stretched out his shriveled arms, and almost all of his arms were left with a layer of skin that simply wrapped the bones, and even in the palm of his hand, it was directly a white bone, and there was not even that layer of skin to embellish.

Over the years,

I don't know how many souls have been captured under his hands, sent to hell, sent to reincarnation, and turned into his own meritorious performance, and now, he is like a marionette, manipulated by people,

Controlled by their original prey.

Do you take me as your prey?

Yes

Then I'll be your master.

The Faceless Woman let out a loud roar, her long hair flying out, and she was wrapped around Liang Chuan, knowing that if she didn't succeed tonight, she would get nothing.

Leaving hell, leaving the waterhole, even if there is the blessing of the ghost around her, but for her, it is also a huge consumption, if she goes back without gain, she will not even be able to leave hell next time.

The waterhole will become her permanent restraint, and even she has to worry about whether her weak self will be affected by the group of deceased people on the Huangquan Road, and when the time comes, she will completely degenerate, integrate into their group, and go from one end to another.

She doesn't want to lose,

Can't lose,

She didn't want to be like she used to be, standing in a waterhole and watching these people leave, and she could only roar angrily!

Liang Chuan turned his head sideways and looked at the faceless woman, his crimson eyes seemed to hide two rounds of blood moons, and at the same time, two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes, it can be imagined that he was not as relaxed as he seemed on the surface.

However, the tapping of Liang Chuan's ten fingers was a little lighter than before.

There is no piano in front of him, so naturally he can't make a sound.

But that eager rhythm,

But it was like knocking on the bottom of the hearts of everyone present,

Hit their heartstrings again and again!

They are ghosts, guardians of the order of the yin and yang worlds, and throughout the ages, they have always escorted the souls of the dead to hell.

And today,

Someone started to send them to their end!

The faceless woman's facial expression was distorted, she was originally expressionless, but at this time, her face began to be uneven, even her long hair with special abilities turned into poisonous snakes on top of Medusa's head at this time, not attacking others, but eating herself.

The silent sound of the piano is pervasive.

It's a whirlpool,

No one is immune!

In the body of the faceless woman, a strange sound sounded, as if she was calling for something, and there was a certain resonance with Liang Chuan between them.

"You said you wanted to be a messenger of hell.

I

Promise you. ”

This sentence was not said for the Faceless Woman, but for the soul that was devoured by her.

Being alone and having a friend, it was not easy, and this time, he lost two.

He found Xiaoqiang's soul, and although he fell into a deep sleep, he would wake up one day.

Tsukijo's soul is right in front of him, and he will send her to the way home in her heart.

You say that I am a judge,

Then I will be this judge,

And how?

Liang Chuan raised his hand, and then pressed down sharply.

The Faceless Girl raised her head suddenly, and her body began to twist, and the soul that she had suppressed and deliberately did not completely engulf, at this moment, with the help of external forces, began to counterattack her.

The girl's soul, which she had originally used to threaten him, had now become a bomb hidden in her body, and seemed to have the ability to detonate herself.

Two different screams and screams emanated from inside the Facelingwoman's body, the two women biting, fighting, devouring.

Liang Chuan gave the ring,

laid out the environment,

The rest,

It's your own rivalry.

He had faith in her, and she was even more fit for the identity of hell than himself.

The surrounding ghosts naturally did not watch the play on the side, but shot together, at this time, they no longer cared about whether it would deplete their vitality and whether it would affect their stay in the yang world;

They know that the situation is starting to get out of hand.

Now, it had to be forced back into the rhythm they wanted.

For a while, the killing rod, the soul suppression flag, the soul bell and other existences roared towards Liang Chuan together, but the long-bearded man blocked Liang Chuan in front of him with an almost selfless attitude.

He was powerless to fight back, but he withstood all the blows, and his soul began to break in a short time.

Obviously a hunter,

At this time, he sacrificed himself to protect his prey,

Simply more selfless than the most loyal servant!

The Faceless Girl knelt on the ground, constantly screaming, ordinary people could not hear, the neighbors in the neighborhood continued to sleep with them, but the cats and dogs on the old street sensed the sensitive abnormality, but did not dare to be restless, only dared to curl up beside their nests and shiver.

It's a struggle that no living person or living thing can participate in.

It's a group of dead gods fighting in the world,

The result of the fight,

is the losing side,

I don't even have to be a ghost!

"Bang!"

The black killing rod pierced into the chest of the long-bearded man, and at the same time, Liang Chuan's figure staggered slightly, he was a little dizzy, and the crimson in the long-bearded man's eyes had disappeared.

He lowered his head and looked at the black killing rod that had pierced his soul, and then at the fact that he was so broken that it seemed that a gust of wind could blow his soul away,

In the eyes,

Full of disbelief,

Why is this happening,

Why is this happening!

"Kill him, refine the soul!"

In the distance, Xiao Lori, who was still suppressing her serious injuries, said sharply:

"He's no longer good, the oil is running out, the lamp is dry, I want him, life is better than death, I want to personally burn his soul for ten years!"

Take advantage of his illness to kill him,

The bearded man fell to his knees,

The ghost in front of him bypassed him and continued to rush towards Liang Chuan,

The order of the Yin Division is not allowed to be blasphemed, and once today's matter is passed on, they will become the laughing stock of the Yin Division, so the man in front of him must be solved!

Liang Chuan's figure staggered a little and held on to the door panel,

The ten fingers had already fallen down, and his body had long been soaked with sweat.

line of sight

It seems to be a little blurry.

In a trance,

He saw a fierce ghost cha rushing towards him, and he was so tired now, what he wanted to do was actually leaning on this door frame.

Keep leaning on,

Waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow,

Waiting for the golden sun to sprinkle on him,

Wait for that warm and lazy comfort to wrap you in.

More than 2,000 kilometers away, there is an old road cheering for himself in the live broadcast.

It's just that he never uses a smartphone, so he can't watch live broadcasts.

There was a cold girl, biting her lip, laughing and crying for herself.

Liang Chuan raised his head,

He doesn't regret what he did, he doesn't regret it at all,

But

He has people to whom he fetters and people whom he is sorry for.

One person does things and one person bears the burden, and many times it is just a simple and beautiful fantasy.

When the Killing Rod was about to smash on top of his head,

He lifted up his hand,

Looking at the white cat below that is still grooming its hair,

Shouted:

"Pu'er!"

Time

Under the dim street lamps,

The cat's shadow began to grow longer and longer,

Longer and longer,

Grow to,

It seems that the entire old street can be submerged............

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The dragon didn't save the manuscript.,This is what everyone knows.,These two chapters were written in the first half of the night.,Long immediately continued to code words.,

Today, at least five more!

As soon as the dragon writes a chapter, it is sent out.

Within two months,

We hit the shelves twice,

Two months is not too long, but some people have forgotten the results and positions we achieved when we hit the shelves on February 1st.

should

Remind them,

We're back!