Chapter 108 I Shall Return Again! (Third Update!)
But its shadow was black, a black of despair, like the demonic tentacles extending from the ground, constantly spreading and covering.
Accompanied by,
were curses and despair!
The cat's eyes flickered with the same look as Liang Chuan's eyes earlier, the depth of crimson, like rolling magma, suffocating!
If you looked closely,
you could faintly see countless wailing souls and ghosts, and piles of bones from the cat's eyes.
A pair of cat eyes,
imprinted with the deepest and most terrifying images of hell,
that was purgatory,
that was Shura,
that was the place where all beings rested and went mad at the end,
the origin of life,
the destination of everything!
And that place,
even ordinary ghost messengers were not qualified to approach.
Because there, ghost messengers and ordinary vengeful ghosts were not essentially different.
"Meow!"
The cat's meow,
reverberated throughout the old street,
directly causing the swarming ghost messengers to tremble,
at this moment, they seemed to have forgotten that they were actually in the Yang realm (the world of the living), as if they had returned to hell, back to that dark place.
In the Yang realm,
they were mysterious beings beyond people's vision, they existed in strange novels and myths, and there was no difference between them and those old gods in the high mountains, even they were more down-to-earth, and people feared them like tigers!
But in the Yin division (the underworld), in hell, they were just a group of low-level civil servants.
At the same time as the cat's meow,
the red color that had faded in Liang Chuan's eyes gradually recovered, no more blood was flowing from his eye sockets, what should have flowed out had already flowed out, but that crimson color still condensed again,
even,
more so than before!
Tonight's theme,
was revenge,
earlier,
was the prelude!
Next,
was the real movement!
My dead friends,
I will take your souls,
to witness everything tonight!
My blood has run dry,
next,
it's your turn to bleed...
His ten fingers trembled again, his pale and slender knuckles twirled and danced, he was playing, he was performing, he was rippling his own notes in this midnight hour.
All the listeners,
must die!
Among the ghost messengers, three more ghost messengers' eyes turned red at the same time, and then they unhesitatingly attacked their companions.
You arrested me,
you threatened me with the lives of the people around me,
you thought you were standing on the side of justice,
you were arrogant,
you looked down on ants like me who came back as stowaways,
you thought you were superior,
you thought you were noble,
you thought your will was correct,
then today,
I'll see,
you,
how noble can you be!
I want to see,
will you cry?
will you hurt?
will you panic?
You,
are you really the same as ordinary people?
After peeling off your glamorous clothes and identities,
do you,
also have fear!
His ten fingers interlaced, the trembling frequency was twice as fast as before, the notes of death poured out, and in the underworld shop, the ghost messengers were in chaos, and began to kill each other.
Someone was controlled in the previous second and launched an attack on his companion,
but in the next second,
he broke free from the control, and when he fell into confusion, the companion who had just been attacked counterattacked him.
One ghost messenger after another, at this moment seemed to have become marionettes in front of Liang Chuan,
he could move whoever he wanted,
he could play with whoever he wanted,
he could mess with whoever he wanted,
teasing you,
playing with you,
watching you kill each other in fear and bewilderment,
this is my,
gift to you!
You said I wanted to be a judge, and committed a taboo,
then today,
I will grant your wish,
judge your life and death!
In the corner of the underworld shop, the little loli (little girl) who was licking her wound with her tongue,
stared blankly at everything,
she saw her colleagues in front of her frantically killing each other, mercilessly,
she saw the red light in these people's eyes constantly flashing,
she saw that the man they were chasing was leaning against the door frame,
his eyes were red,
but his mouth was smiling,
admiring all of this!
Everything, everything was so unreal, so despairing,
this is a dream,
this must be a dream,
I must be in a dream,
must be in a dream!
Yes,
this is not real,
this is definitely not real,
this, how could this be real!
If Zhou Ze were here at this time, seeing the scene of the little loli being completely frightened, he would probably be filled with emotion. The little loli who was the biggest threat in his eyes before,
was now really frightened into an ordinary cute loli,
curled up there,
shivering.
It was a pity that she was a soul body and had no physical body,
otherwise, if Zhou Ze were here, he could lift her skirt to see if she would be so scared that she would pee.
Of course, in Tong City, more than 2,000 kilometers away from Rong City, Zhou Ze was not without any sense of it. The position of the mark on the palm of his right hand was constantly throbbing with pain, so painful that Zhou Ze could hardly bear it, and could only clench his fist tightly.
Although he was not sure what was happening,
but Zhou Ze had a premonition,
that the little loli who would bring trouble to him if she returned to Tong City, was now in great trouble, and the key to the gate of hell she left to him was shifting, which meant that she was gradually losing control of the key!
Once she really couldn't come back,
this key,
would be his, and it would be... completely his!
The certificate had already been obtained, and if the key was obtained again,
he would be a legitimate ghost messenger!
…………
Rong City,
Old Street,
was in chaos,
was in chaos,
was completely in chaos,
the entire north of the old street,
was in a complete mess.
"When I enter hell,
I will walk on a path paved with white bones;
When I enter hell,
I will pick the most beautiful Lycoris radiata;"
Looking at the crazy scene in front of him,
Liang Chuan smiled happily,
he chanted softly, as if he was the narrator of this crazy and tragic farce,
doing the voice-over for this stage play where the bloody smell was almost dripping out.
His fingertips were still dancing,
the melody was still pouring out,
it's not over yet,
it can't stop yet.
The white cat was already soaked in blood, slowly dyeing its pure white fur red, but the white cat still stood there resolutely, standing beside Liang Chuan.
Liang Chuan's eye sockets could no longer see his eyes, they were deeply sunken, and his whole person had become a little haggard, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
But the blood light in the depths of his eye sockets,
had been rippling,
not enough,
still not enough,
really,
still not enough!
"When I enter hell,
I will drink the most turbid Yellow Spring water;
When I enter hell,
I will shuttle through endless curses;
When I enter hell,
I will face the void and darkness."
The chanting sounded like a death knell to these ghost messengers, urging them to constantly push this fratricide to a climax, urging them to more vigorously stab the weapons in their hands into the bodies of their companions.
Souls were shattering,
screams were resounding,
roars were roaring,
they knew what they were doing,
but the most painful thing was that they knew what they were doing!
They couldn't stop,
they couldn't stop at all,
they had lost themselves and could only complete their actions under the gaze of that man,
at this moment,
they seemed to really feel that a judge was standing in front of them, holding a judging brush, telling their sins, and sending them to the execution ground!
But throughout history,
only they, the ghost messengers, had escorted others to hell to be fried in oil, and then collected filial piety money,
when had they themselves been bound and subjected to this kind of torture?
The fighting,
continued,
despair,
also continued to spread.
"When I enter hell,
I will be buried in a boundless sea of blood;
When I enter hell,
I will be dedicated to demons;
When I enter hell,
I will indulge in loneliness;
When I enter hell,
I will never look back."
The chanting began to become faster and faster, the rhythm became clearer and clearer, Liang Chuan began to become more and more selfless, he was immersed in the non-existent rhythm, wandering in the sense of atmosphere he created for himself.
Ordinary people would think that he had a problem with his brain when seeing this scene, and that he was a mental patient's self-entertainment,
only,
the group of ghost messengers in the underworld shop,
truly felt this terror and sensed this despair!
"When I enter hell,
I will no longer be confused;
When I enter hell,
I will no longer be hesitant;
When I enter hell,
I will abandon thinking;
When I enter hell,
I will discard the clutter."
The faceless woman who had been kneeling in the corner was also slowly chanting the same words as Liang Chuan at this time, she slowly stood up,
she stretched out her hand,
and lifted her hair,
the originally faceless her,
her facial features were slowly protruding.
At this time,
there was no struggle,
and no resistance,
in this chant after chant,
it seemed that many things had been settled!
The mouth, split open,
revealed red lips, a upturned tongue, and pearly teeth, the entire face became clear.
This was a moving face,
this was a pretty face,
this was a young face.
The woman looked at Liang Chuan, chanting along with Liang Chuan.
Liang Chuan reached out and patted the woman's head, as if he was stroking his own younger sister.
Her dream was to become an apostle of hell, she was infatuated with this, dedicated to this,
so,
he gave her this opportunity,
this was her choice, without hesitation, without sadness, without worry.
The two people looked at each other and continued to chant together:
"When I enter hell,
I will bury the past;
When I enter hell,
I will cover the future,
When I enter hell,
the world will no longer have me!"
When chanting here, the white cat had turned into a blood-colored cat, it had prostrated itself, it could no longer hold on, and Liang Chuan slowly leaned against the door frame and sat down,
using his last bit of strength,
to chant the last paragraph:
"When I enter hell,
I will eventually return again!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The souls of the ghost messengers,
exploded one by one,
dissipated one by one in this world,
as if they were giving this movement,
a unique,
pause.