The white cat, with hair like snow, seems to be the most delicate and purest white in the world, with rare agility and clarity;

But its shadow is black, a desperate black, like a demonic tentacle extending from the ground, spreading and covering,

Along with that,

It's damnation and despair!

What flashed in the cat's eyes was exactly the same as the depth of Liang Chuan's eyes before, the crimson depth, like magma rolling, suffocating!

If you look closely,

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

A pair of cat eyes,

Imprinted with the deepest and most terrifying portrait of hell,

That's purgatory,

That's Shura,

It is the place where all beings rest and finally go mad,

is the origin of life,

It's where everything ends!

And that place,

Even ordinary ghosts are not qualified to approach.

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

"Meow!"

meow

resounded throughout the old street,

directly made the hearts of the swarming ghosts tremble,

At this moment, they seem to forget that they are actually in the yang world now, as if they have returned to hell, to that dark place.

In the sun,

They are mysterious beings who are out of people's field of vision, they exist in the monsters and myths, and those old gods on the high mountains, there is no difference, and even they are more down-to-earth, people are afraid of them like tigers!

And in the Yin Division, in Hell, they are just the lowest group of civil servants.

At the same time as the cat meows,

The originally dim red in Liang Chuan's eyes gradually recovered, and there was no blood flowing out of his eye sockets.

even

More than ever!

Tonight's theme,

It's revenge,

previously

It's a prelude!

below

It's the real music!

My dead friend,

I will take your souls,

Witness it all tonight!

My blood has been drained,

below

It's your turn......

The ten fingers trembled again, the pale and slender knuckles fluttered gracefully, he was playing, he was performing, he was rippling his own notes in the middle of the night.

All listeners,

They all have to die!

Among the ghosts, three more ghosts appeared for a while, and their eyes were also red, and then they did not hesitate to attack their companions.

You take me,

You persecuted me with the lives of those who were close to me,

You think yourselves on the side of justice,

Your eyes are empty,

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

You feel like you're on top,

You feel exalted,

You think your will is right,

So today,

I'd like to see,

You guys

Where can it be noble!

I'd like to see,

Will you cry?

Do you hurt?

Will you panic?

You guys

In the end, it is the same as ordinary people,

After dissecting your glossy garments and identities,

Whether

There is also fear!

Ten fingers crossed, the frequency of trembling was twice as fast as before, the notes of death poured out, and in the underworld, the demons were chaotic and began to kill each other.

Someone was controlled a second earlier and delivered a blow to their companion,

But after the next second,

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

One ghost after another, at this moment, it seems to have become a marionette in front of Liang Chuan,

He can move whatever he wants,

He can play whichever he wants,

He can do whatever he wants,

Teasing you,

Playing with you,

Watching you kill each other in fear and hesitation,

This is me

A gift for you guys!

You say that I want to be a judge, and I have committed a great taboo,

So today,

I am as you wish,

Sentence you to life and death!

In the corner of the shop,Little Lori who is licking the wound with her tongue,

Dumbfounded at all this,

She saw her colleagues in front of her frantically killing each other, mercilessly,

She saw the crimson in the eyes of these people,

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

The eyes are red,

But with a smile on the corner of his mouth,

Admire it all!

Everything is so unreal, so desperate,

It's a dream,

It's definitely a dream,

I'm sure in a dream,

Definitely in a dream!

yes

It's not true,

This is certainly not true,

This, how could it be true!

If Zhou Ze was also here at this time, seeing the scene of Xiao Loli being completely scared silly at this time, it was estimated that he would be extremely embarrassed in his heart, Xiao Lori, who was the biggest threat in his eyes before,

At this time, I was really scared into an ordinary stupid cute Lori.,

Curled up there,

Shivering.

It's a pity that she is a soul body, not a physical body,

Otherwise, if Zhou Ze is here, he can still lift her skirt to see if she will also be scared to pee.

Of course, in Tongcheng, which is more than 2,000 kilometers away from Rongcheng, Zhou Ze is not completely inductive, the palm of his right hand, the position of the imprint, constantly stinging, and the pain makes Zhou Ze a little unbearable, so he can only clench his fists.

While not sure exactly what this is going on,

But Zhou Ze had a hunch,

That's the little Lori who will bring trouble to herself if she returns to Tongcheng, and now she is in great trouble, and the key to the gate of hell that she left to herself is shifting, which means that she is gradually losing control of this key!

Once she really can't come back,

This key,

It's your own, and it's ...... Completely owned!

The documents have been in hand, the keys have been handed back,

I'm a righteous ghost!

…………

Rongcheng,

Street

It's messed up,

It's messed up,

It's a complete mess,

The whole Lao Cai North,

Beat it into a pot of porridge.

"When I went to Hell,

will walk on the path paved with bones;

When I go to hell,

The most beautiful flowers will be picked; ”

Looking at this crazy scene in front of him,

Liang Chuan smiled happily,

He chanted softly, as if he were the narrator of this crazy and tragic farce,

dubbed this stage play where the smell of blood can almost be dripping out.

Fingertips, still dancing,

The melody, still pouring,

It's not over yet,

Can't stop yet.

The white cat was already soaked with blood, slowly dyeing its pure white fur red, but the white cat stood there resolutely, standing beside Liang Chuan.

Liang Chuan's eyes were no longer visible, they were deeply sunken, and the whole person became a little withered, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

But the blood in the depths of his eyes,

But it has been rippling,

inadequate

Not enough,

It's true

Not enough!

"When I went to Hell,

will drink the most turbid yellow spring water;

When I go to hell,

will travel through the Endless Curse;

When I go to hell,

will face the darkness of nothingness. ”

The chanting was like a talisman to these ghosts, urging them to push this cannibalism to a high 、、、, urging them to stab their weapons into their companions' bodies even harder.

There are souls that are broken,

There was a scream,

There is a roar of rage,

They know what they're doing,

But the most painful thing is that they know what they are doing!!

They can't stop,

Can't stop at all,

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, telling them about their sins, and sending them to the execution ground!

But throughout the ages,

Only they send others to hell and go to the oil pot to collect filial piety money,

When has it ever been that they themselves have been bound in such a way to be tortured?

Fighting

And ongoing,

despair

It has also been spreading.

"When I went to Hell,

will be buried in the boundless sea of blood;

When I go to hell,

will be consecrated 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, and Liang Chuan began to forget himself more and more, immersed in the rhythm that did not exist, as if he was in the sense of atmosphere he had created for himself.

When ordinary people see this scene, they will think that he has a problem with his brain, and he is entertaining himself with a mentally ill person.

Only,

These ghosts in the shop,

I really felt this horror, I felt this despair!

"When I went to Hell,

will no longer be confused;

When I go to hell,

There will be no more hesitation;

When I go to hell,

will abandon thinking;

When I go to hell,

Will leave the clutter behind. ”

The faceless woman who was kneeling in the corner before also slowly recited the exact same sentence as Liang Chuan's mouth at this time, and she slowly stood up,

She stretched out her hand,

Lift your hair,

She was originally faceless,

The facial features are slowly bulging.

At this time,

There is no struggle,

and did not resist,

In the midst of this singing,

It seems that many things have already settled!

mouth, cracked,

Red lips appeared, tongues appeared, teeth appeared, and the whole face became clear.

It's a moving face,

It's a pretty face,

It's a young face.

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

Liang Chuan stretched out his hand and patted the woman's head, as if he was stroking his own sister.

Her dream is to become an apostle of hell, and she is infatuated with it and dedicated to it.

So

He gave her this opportunity,

It was her choice, no hesitation, no sadness, no worries.

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

"When I went to Hell,

The past will be buried;

When I go to hell,

will overshadow the future,

When I go to hell,

There will be no more me in the world! ”

When chanting here, the white cat, which had turned into a blood-colored cat, crawled down, it couldn't hold on, and Liang Chuan also slowly sat down against the door frame,

With the last bit of strength,

Recite the last sentence:

"When I went to Hell,

Will come back again! ”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ……………………”

The soul of the devil,

One by one, they blew themselves up,

One by one they dissipated into the heavens and the earth,

As if to give this movement,

The painting belongs to its own uniqueness,

Rest.