Chapter 152: The Reasoning Theater of the Red-Eyed 'Ghost God' Act II: Re-entering the Phantom Hell I

The 'demon', with his eyes protruding and the corners of his mouth splitting his entire face, curled up and burrowed into the narrow, closed place with a glimmer of light. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

No one saw him, and no one cared about him now, because he was about to turn from a man into a demon.

The little woman who swore to follow him wholeheartedly was stabbed through the heart by him with a small hacksaw.

The man who was about to be killed by him actually stabbed him in the chest with a backhand, but fortunately did not stab him in the heart.

While he got up, his counterattack must have killed him, and he had no strength to go back and confirm it.

Trembling hands move the planks of the small space, cutting it off from everything in the outside world.

I didn't expect that my ending would be like this, those people were eliminated one by one, but they damned to fight back again and again, and let themselves be seriously injured.

When that foolish girl climbed up from the bottom of the cliff, he should have pushed her down again.

If he hadn't had a weapon in his hand at the time, he really wouldn't have been able to cure her.

The evil ghost remembered the beautiful face of the person who was pressed under his body in the middle of the night last night.

It turns out that his taste is nothing more than that, if he had known, he should not have killed that person, after all, they have two faces that look so similar, and that person likes himself.

But it's useless to think about it so much now, and the most important thing is that even if they become demons, they can't catch themselves.

Fingers touched the horrible face, and the demon let out a slight crying laugh.

My father once said, "If you keep doing this, you won't end well."

It is incredible that the father, who had been cowardly and silent all his life, could say such correct words.

There is no way, there is no way to return yourself to the state of a person anymore, and the Shura of hell is beckoning to him.

It was as if he heard a terrifying voice: "Come on! Come here! You sinful soul! Come to hell! ”

Then the fiery iron chain was put around his neck and strangled tightly! Getting tighter and tighter... Getting tighter...... until there is no longer a trace of raw breath in the cracked mouth......

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With his eyes protruding and the corners of his mouth splitting his entire face, Shura curled up his body and burrowed into the narrow, closed place with a glimmer of light.

No one saw him, and no one cared about him now, because he was about to change from a person to a Shura who was terrifying even to evil spirits.

The little woman who had vowed to follow him wholeheartedly left, and she needed the space to act alone.

The man who was almost killed by him was really not ordinary cunning, and such a trap could actually allow him to escape.

But when he didn't react, his ruthlessness was probably enough for him.

To say that there is no feeling at all is a lie.

Trembling hands move the planks inside the small space, and they are about to be cut off from everything in the outside world once again.

Unexpectedly, the result was to return to this terrifying and bloody place. All of them were killed one by one, but one by one, the slain people tried to fight back, as evidenced by the scars on that guy's body.

When that persistent guy came back from the bottom of the cliff, Shura knew that he would definitely not be able to get out of it.

Is it right or wrong that I didn't drive him back to the bottom of the cliff and let him follow that person? Wouldn't it be better to decide earlier to go it alone?

Shura remembered the lovely face of the person who was pressed under his body one night, nervous and slightly frightened.

That person's taste is so wonderful, if I had known, I shouldn't have hesitated for so long. After all, it's really not easy to get.

How similar their faces and personalities were! Shura sighed that that person had always liked him wholeheartedly.

But it's useless to think about it so much now, and the most important thing is: even if you go to hell, you can't let the demons subdue you!

Fingers touched the terrifying face, and Shura let out a slight laugh that looked like a sigh.

My father once said, "If you can't extricate yourself like this, you will ruin everything for yourself."

It was really unexpected that the father who broke his heart could say such righteous words.

There is no way, there is no way to return to the previous state, the gates of hell are opening to themselves.

It was as if he heard a terrifying voice: "Come on! Come here! You once sinful soul! Come to hell! ”

Then the fiery red chains and the demon's smile seemed to surround his body, struggling desperately! More and more painful... Getting more and more painful...... Until the grinning mouth can no longer spit out a single sigh that belongs to a human being......