The white cat's fur was as white as snow, the most exquisite and pure white in the world, with a rare agility and clarity.

But its shadow was black, a blackness of despair, like the demonic tentacles extending from the depths of the earth, constantly spreading and covering.

Accompanied by,

were curses and despair!

The cat's eyes flashed with the same look that Liang Chuan had in the depths of his eyes earlier, the depth of crimson, like rolling magma, suffocating!

If you looked closely,

you could vaguely see countless wailing souls and ghosts, and piles of bones in 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 resentful ghosts were not essentially different.

"Meow!"

The cat's meow,

resounded throughout the old street,

directly causing the swarming ghost messengers to tremble.

At this moment, they seemed to forget that they were actually in the yang realm, as if they had returned to hell, back to that dark place.

In the yang realm,

they were mysterious beings outside of people's vision, existing in strange tales and myths, no different from the old gods on the high mountains, even more down-to-earth, people feared them like tigers!

But in the yin realm, in hell, they were just the lowest-level civil servants.

At the same time as the cat's meow,

the red color that had originally dimmed in Liang Chuan's eyes gradually recovered, and there was no more blood flowing from his eye sockets. What should have flowed out had already dried up, but that crimson color once again condensed,

even,

more so than before!

The theme of tonight,

was revenge,

previously,

was the prelude!

Next,

was the real movement!

My dead friends,

I will bring 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 joints twisting and dancing, he was playing, he was performing, he was rippling his own notes in the midnight hour.

All the listeners,

must die!

Among the ghost messengers, three more of them had their eyes turn red, and then they unhesitatingly attacked their companions around them.

You arrested me,

you used the lives of the people around me to force me,

you thought you were standing on the side of justice,

you were arrogant,

you looked down on me, an ant who came back as a stowaway,

you thought you were superior,

you thought you were noble,

you thought your will was correct,

then today,

I'll see,

just how noble,

you can be!

I want to see,

will you cry?

will you hurt?

will you panic?

Are you,

in the end, just like ordinary people?

After tearing open your glamorous clothes and identities,

do you,

also possess fear!

His ten fingers crossed, the trembling frequency twice as fast as before, the notes of death poured out, and in the underworld shop, the ghost messengers were in chaos, beginning to kill each other.

Someone was controlled in the previous second, launching an attack on their companion,

but in the next second,

he broke free from control, and when he fell into confusion, the companion who had just been attacked retaliated against him.

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

he could move anyone he wanted,

he could play with anyone he wanted,

he could mess with anyone he wanted,

to mock you,

to play with you,

to watch you kill each other in fear and hesitation,

this is my,

gift to you!

You said I wanted to be a judge, committing a great taboo,

then today,

I will grant your wish,

and judge your life and death!

In the corner of the underworld shop, the little loli, who was licking her wounds with her tongue,

stared blankly at all of this,

she saw her colleagues in front of her frantically killing each other, without mercy,

she saw the crimson color in these people's eyes constantly flashing,

she saw the man they were chasing leaning against the door frame,

his eyes were crimson,

but the corners of his mouth were smiling,

enjoying all of this!

Everything, everything was so unreal, so despairing,

this is a dream,

this is definitely a dream,

I must be in a dream,

definitely in a dream!

Yes,

this isn't real,

this definitely isn't real,

how could this, possibly be real!

If Zhou Ze were here at this time, seeing this scene of the little loli 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, silly, and cute loli,

curling up there,

shivering.

Unfortunately, she was a soul body, without a physical body,

otherwise, if Zhou Ze were here, he could have lifted her skirt to see if she would be scared into wetting herself.

Of course, in Tong City, more than two thousand kilometers away from Rong City, Zhou Ze wasn't completely without a sense of what was happening. The position of the imprint on his right palm was constantly throbbing with pain, so painful that Zhou Ze could hardly bear it, and could only clench his fist tightly.

Although he wasn't sure what exactly was happening,

Zhou Ze had a premonition,

that the little loli who would bring him trouble if she returned to Tong City, was now in great trouble, and the key to the gate of hell that she left him was shifting, which meant that she was gradually losing control of this key!

Once she really couldn't come back,

this key,

would be his, and completely... entirely belong to him!

With the certificate in hand and the key in hand,

he would be a legitimate ghost messenger!

…………

Rong City,

Old Street,

was in chaos,

in chaos,

completely in chaos,

the entire northern part 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 manjusaka flowers;"

Looking at the crazy scene in front of him,

Liang Chuan smiled happily,

he whispered, as if he was the narrator of this crazy and tragic farce,

providing background music for this stage play where the smell of blood was so strong that it could almost drip out.

His fingertips were still dancing,

the melody was still pouring out,

it wasn't over yet,

it couldn't stop yet.

The white cat's body was already soaked in blood, slowly dyeing its pure white fur red, but the white cat stood there resolutely, standing by Liang Chuan's side.

Liang Chuan's eye sockets couldn't see his eyes anymore, deeply sunken in, and his whole person had become somewhat haggard, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

But the blood light in the depths of his eye sockets,

kept rippling,

not enough,

still not enough,

really,

still not enough!

"When I enter hell,

I will drink the most turbid water of the Yellow Springs;

When I enter hell,

I will traverse endless curses;

When I enter hell,

I will face the empty darkness."

The chanting sounded like a death knell to these ghost messengers, urging them to constantly push this mutual slaughter 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 echoing,

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 there was a judge standing in front of them, holding a judgment pen, telling them their sins, and sending them to the execution ground!

But throughout history,

only they, the ghost messengers, had escorted others into hell to be fried in oil and then collect money for filial piety,

when had they ever been bound like this and subjected to such torture themselves?

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 the 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, and Liang Chuan began to become more and more selfless. He immersed himself in the non-existent rhythm, wandering in the atmosphere he created for himself.

Ordinary people who saw this scene would think that there was something wrong with his brain, that it was a self-entertainment of a mentally ill person,

but only,

the ghost messengers in the underworld shop,

truly experienced this terror and perceived this despair!

"When I enter hell,

I will no longer be confused;

When I enter hell,

I will no longer be wandering;

When I enter hell,

I will abandon thoughts;

When I enter hell,

I will discard the clutter."

The faceless woman who had been kneeling in the corner at this time also slowly chanted the exact same sentences as Liang Chuan. She slowly stood up,

she reached out her hand,

and lifted her hair,

the features of her face, which was originally faceless,

were slowly bulging out.

At this time,

there was no struggle,

and no resistance,

in this chanting,

it seemed that many things had been settled!

Her mouth, cracked open,

revealing red lips, a curled tongue, and pearly teeth, making her entire face clear.

This was a moving face,

this was a pretty face,

this was a young face.

The woman looked at Liang Chuan and chanted 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 and dedicated herself to it,

so,

he gave her this opportunity,

this was her choice, without hesitation, without sadness, without worries.

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 up the future,

When I enter hell,

the world will no longer have me!"

When the chanting reached this point, the white cat had turned into a blood-colored cat. It prostrated itself on the ground. It couldn't hold on anymore, and Liang Chuan also slowly leaned against the door frame and sat down,

using the last bit of strength,

to chant the last paragraph:

"When I enter hell,

I will eventually return!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!……………………"

The souls of the ghost messengers,

exploded one by one,

dissipating one by one in this world,

as if to give this movement,

a unique,

rest.