Chapter 105

The white cat, whose hair is like snow, looks like the most delicate and pure white in the world, with rare flexibility and clarity;

But its shadow is black, a kind of desperate black, like the devil's touch arm extending from the ground, spreading and covering constantly,

With it,

It's curse and despair!

What flickered in the cat's eyes was the same look as Liang Chuan's previous eyes. The red depth was like magma rolling and suffocating!

If you look carefully,

It seems that from the cat's eyes, I can vaguely find countless ghosts whining figures and mountains of skeletons.

A pair of cat eyes,

The deepest and most terrifying portrait of hell,

That's purgatory,

That's Shura,

That is where all living beings rest and go mad at last,

Is the origin of life,

Is the end result of everything!

And that place,

Even ordinary ghosts are not qualified to approach.

Because there is no essential difference between ghost difference and ordinary ghost resentment.

"Meow!"

Cat barking,

It rang through the old street,

Directly make the swarming ghosts tremble,

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

In the sun,

They are mysterious beings outside people's vision. They exist in fantasy novels and myths. They are no different from those old immortals on the mountains. Even they are more grounded, and people are afraid of them like tigers!

In Yin Si and hell, they are just a group of civil servants at the bottom.

While the cat barks,

The dim red in Liang Chuan's eyes gradually recovered, and there was no blood in his eyes. What should flow had dried up, but the kind of Yin Hong condensed again,

even to the extent that,

Better than before!

Tonight's theme,

Revenge,

Previously,

It's a prelude!

below,

Is the real movement!

My dead friend,

I will take your souls,

Witness everything tonight!

My blood has run dry,

below,

It's your turn to flow

His fingers trembled again, and the pale slender knuckles gently danced. He was playing, he was performing, and he rippled his own notes in the midnight of zero.

All the audience,

Die!

In the ghost difference, three more ghost differences appeared at once, and their eyes also turned red, and then they attacked their companions without hesitation.

You catch me,

You persecute me with the lives of the people around me,

You think you are on the side of justice,

You are arrogant,

You look down on me as a mole ant who came back as a stowaway,

You think you're high up,

You think you are extremely noble,

You think your will is right,

So today,

I want to see,

You,

Where can you be noble!

I would like to see it,

Will you cry?

Will it hurt you?

Will you panic?

You,

Is it the same as ordinary people,

After cutting open your bright coat and identity,

whether,

Also have fear!

Fingers crossed, trembling twice as fast as before, and the note of death poured out. In the hell shop, the ghosts were in a mess and began to kill each other.

Someone was controlled in the previous second and hit his partner,

But after the next second,

When he got out of control and fell into confusion, his companion who had just been attacked fought back against him.

One ghost after another seemed to become a string puppet in front of Liang Chuan at this moment,

He can move whatever he wants,

He can play whatever he wants,

He can do whatever he wants,

Tease you,

Play with you,

Watching you kill each other in fear and hesitation,

This is me,

A gift for you!

You said I wanted to be a judge and made a big mistake,

So today,

I am as you wish,

Judge your life and death!

At the corner of Mingdian, little Luoli was licking her wound with her tongue,

Staring at all this dumbfounded,

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

She saw the red flashing in the eyes of these people,

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

Red eyes,

But with a smile on the corners of his mouth,

Enjoy all this!

Everything is so unreal and hopeless,

This is a dream,

This is definitely a dream,

I must be in a dream,

It must be in a dream!

yes,

It is not true.

This is definitely not true,

This, how can it be true!

If Zhou Ze were here at this time, he would be extremely sorry to see that little Luoli was completely scared and stupid at this time. Before, little Luoli was the biggest threat in his eyes,

At this time, he was really scared into an ordinary stupid Luoli,

Curled up there,

Shivering.

Unfortunately, she is a soul body, no body,

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

Of course, in Tongcheng, which is more than 2000 kilometers away from Chengdu, Zhou Ze is not completely insensitive. The palm of his right hand, the location of the mark, is constantly stinging, and the pain is so unbearable that Zhou Ze can only clench his fist.

Although I'm not sure what happened,

But Zhou Ze had a premonition,

That is the little Luoli who will bring trouble to herself if she returns to Tongcheng. Now she is in great trouble. The key of the hell gate 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 my own, and... It belongs to me completely!

The certificate has been obtained, and then the key is obtained,

I'm a decent ghost!

…………

Chengdu,

Old Street,

Chaos,

Chaos,

It's completely disordered,

The whole north of the old street,

Make a pot of porridge.

"When I go to hell,

Will walk on the path paved with bones;

When I go to hell,

Will pick the most beautiful flowers on the other bank; "

Looking at this crazy scene in front of me,

Liang Chuan laughed happily,

He recited softly, as if he were Pang Baijun of this crazy and tragic farce,

Dubbing this stage play, which is almost full of blood.

Fingertips, still dancing,

The melody is still pouring,

It's not over yet,

Can't stop yet.

The white cat has been soaked with blood and slowly dyed its pure white hair red, but the white cat resolutely stood there, standing beside Liang Chuan.

Liang Chuan's eyes have been invisible, deeply sunken, and the whole person has become a little haggard, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

But the blood light in the depths of his eyes,

But it has been rippling,

Not enough,

Not enough,

really

Not enough!

"When I go to hell,

Will drink the most muddy yellow spring water;

When I go to hell,

Will shuttle through endless curses;

When I go to hell,

Will face the darkness of nothingness. "

The chanting sound is like a talisman for these ghosts, urging them to constantly push this fratricide to the high, low, and high tide, and urging them to stab the weapons in their hands into their companions' bodies more vigorously.

There is a soul breaking,

There was a scream ringing through,

There is a roar,

They know what they are doing,

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

They couldn't stop,

I can't stop at all,

They have lost themselves and can only complete their actions under the gaze of that man,

this moment,

They seemed to really feel that a judge was standing in front of them, holding a pen, telling their sins and sending them to the execution ground!

But through the ages,

Only their ghost guards escort others to hell and put them into the oil pot to collect filial piety money,

When did it happen that they themselves were so bound to suffer such torture?

Fight,

It continues,

despair,

It has also been spreading.

"When I go to hell,

Will be buried in a boundless sea of blood;

When I go to hell,

Will be dedicated to the devil;

When I go to hell,

Will indulge in loneliness;

When I go to hell,

Will never look back. "

The chanting began to be faster and faster, and the rhythm became clearer and clearer. Liang Chuan began to be more and more selfless. He was immersed in the non-existent rhythm and wandered in the atmosphere he created for himself.

When ordinary people see this scene, they will think that there is something wrong with his brain, which is the self entertainment of a mental patient,

Only,

These ghosts in Ming store,

I really realized this horror and sensed this despair!

"When I go to hell,

Will no longer be confused;

When I go to hell,

Will no longer hesitate;

When I go to hell,

Will abandon thinking;

When I go to hell,

Will throw away the clutter. "

The faceless woman who knelt in the corner before also slowly recited the same sentence as Liang Chuankou at this time, and she slowly stood up,

She held out her hand,

Lift your hair,

Originally faceless she,

The facial features are slowly bulging.

At this time,

No struggle,

There was no resistance,

In this singing,

It seems that many things have been settled!

Mouth, split,

There are red lips, upturned tongues, and scallop teeth. The whole face is clear.

This is a moving face,

This is a beautiful face,

This is a young face.

The woman looked at Liang Chuan and sang with him.

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

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

So,

He gave her this chance,

This is her choice, no hesitation, no sadness, no worries.

The two people looked at each other and continued to recite together:

"When I go to hell,

Will bury the past;

When I go to hell,

Will cover up the future,

When I go to hell,

There will be no me in the world! "

When reciting here, the white cat had turned into a bloody cat. It crawled down, and it couldn't hold, while Liang Chuan slowly sat down against the door frame,

With the last bit of strength,

Recite the last paragraph:

"When I go to hell,

Will come back again! "

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..................."

Ghost bad soul,

One by one,

One by one, it dissipates between heaven and earth,

It seems to be giving this movement,

The painting is unique to it,

Rest.