There wasn’t much of an opening,

No tedious self-introductions,

Nor any brain-dead transitions with back-and-forth exchanges;

This slaughter, taking place in the Underworld shop and not belonging to the living,

Began directly in this abrupt manner.

"Dirge,"

For whom does it toll?

The roles of prey and hunter wavered, the side that had been so confident and assured suddenly had a premonition that they might not be the ones laughing last.

The skeletal hand, carrying cold flames, after piercing the little loli's soul, left behind a large hole, a burning hole. The little loli could only retreat, watching the damage to her soul, her face gloomy.

They wanted to conserve some energy, because they knew that this guy who had escaped the encirclement last time was not an easy character to deal with.

But they had also deeply believed before that this second encirclement, gathering so many ghost soldiers, would guarantee their victory since the opponent had no choice but to walk right into their trap.

But,

Is this,

The look of guaranteed victory?

The twisting and stinging sensation coming from the depths of her soul constantly assaulted the little loli.

She didn't dare to move rashly again. This flame came from the long-bearded man; it was his signature move, and she had been attacked by surprise, with absolutely no defense at all.

She even worried that,

If she didn't suppress this injury, she might just disappear completely.

The soul, seemingly more ethereal than the body, untraceable, without the worries of birth, aging, sickness, and death, but in reality, at least in this yang world, the soul was truly too fragile.

And her physical body hadn't come with her; now, she was regretting it somewhat.

If the physical body she was temporarily residing in was here, she wouldn't be so passive.

"Ugh..."

Her mouth opened,

The little loli's tongue began to extend, growing very, very long, and began to try to extinguish the flames still sprouting in her abdomen.

The tongue was constantly being melted,

But the tongue was also constantly growing longer,

This was a way of healing using her own primordial energy. Normally, she definitely wouldn't be willing to do this, but at this moment, she had no choice.

Because,

The throbbing in the depths of her heart,

Had become increasingly clear!

For the first time,

She began to think,

Whether she could,

Actually leave here alive tonight?

And the long-bearded man could be seen trying his best to resist. He was the most senior ghost soldier present, and had a certain chance of vying for the position of captain.

You must know, in the yang world, judges basically never appeared, and captains mostly roamed in the Underworld. Those who could move more freely between the human world and hell were the ghost soldiers.

But such a senior ghost soldier was controlled in the short time after that person opened the door,

Becoming a puppet!

Time turned back half an hour,

Who would have thought,

That this would happen?

Resistance, struggle, was for dignity, and also for one's own existence,

But in the next moment, when Liang Chuan spoke, he actually followed along and spoke as well,

In perfect unison,

Synchronized:

"This dirge."

"This dirge."

"Is played for everyone."

"Is played for everyone."

"After listening, it's time to go."

"After listening, it's time to go."

The long-bearded man stretched out his withered arms, his limbs almost only having a layer of skin simply wrapping the bones. Even in the palms of his hands, there was only stark white bone, without even that layer of skin for decoration.

Over the years,

He didn't know how many souls had been captured by his hands and sent to hell, sent into reincarnation, turning into his own meritorious performance. But now, he was like a puppet, being controlled by others,

Controlled by his original prey.

You take me as your prey?

Fine,

Then I'll be your master.

The Faceless Woman let out a sharp roar, her long hair flying out and wrapping towards Liang Chuan. She knew that if she couldn't succeed tonight, she would gain nothing.

Leaving hell, leaving the pool, even with the blessing of the ghost soldiers, was a huge drain on her. If she went back empty-handed, she wouldn't even be able to leave hell next time.

The pool would become her permanent shackle, and she would even have to worry whether the weakened herself would be affected by the wandering spirits on the Yellow Springs Road, and then completely degenerate, merging into their group, going from one ending to another ending.

She didn't want to lose,

And couldn't lose,

She didn't want to stand in the pool like before, watching those people leave, while she could only roar in anger!

Liang Chuan turned his head and looked at the Faceless Woman. In his deep red eyes, it was as if two blood moons were hidden. At the same time, two lines of blood tears flowed from his eyes. It could be imagined that he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared on the surface.

However, Liang Chuan's finger tapping was a little faster than before.

There was no piano in front of him, so naturally no sound could be made,

But that urgent rhythm,

Was like striking the bottom of everyone's heart,

Striking their heartstrings again and again!

They were ghost soldiers, guardians of the order of the yin and yang worlds. Throughout history, they had always escorted souls to hell,

But today,

Someone was beginning to see them off!

The Faceless Woman's facial expression twisted. She originally had no expression, but at this moment, her face began to become uneven. Even her long hair, which carried special abilities, had now turned into the snakes on Medusa's head, not attacking others, but turning against herself.

The silent piano sounds were all-pervasive.

This was a vortex,

No one could escape!

An unusual sound came from the Faceless Woman's body, as if calling out to something, creating some kind of resonance with Liang Chuan.

"You said, you wanted to become a messenger of hell.

I,

Promise you."

This sentence wasn't spoken for the Faceless Woman, but for the soul that had been swallowed by her.

It wasn't easy for a solitary person to have a friend, and this time, he had lost two.

He had found Xiaoqiang's soul, although it had fallen into a deep sleep, it would wake up one day.

Yuecheng's soul was right in front of him, and he would send her to the destination in her heart.

You say I am a judge,

Then I will be this judge,

So what?

Liang Chuan raised his hand, and then pressed down hard.

The Faceless Woman suddenly raised her head, her body beginning to twist. The soul that she had suppressed and deliberately not completely swallowed was now, with the help of external force, beginning to counterattack her.

That girl's soul, which she had originally used to threaten him, had now become a bomb hidden in her body, seemingly capable of detonating herself.

Two different wails and screams were emitted from the Faceless Woman's body, two women were biting, fighting, and devouring each other.

Liang Chuan provided the arena,

Arranged the environment,

What was left,

Was your own competition.

He had confidence in her, she was even more suitable for the identity of hell than himself.

The surrounding ghost soldiers naturally weren't watching the show, but all attacked together. At this time, they no longer cared about whether it would deplete their primordial energy, or whether it would affect their stay in the yang world;

They knew that the situation had already begun to get out of control,

Now, they had to forcibly push everything back into the rhythm they wanted.

In an instant, executioner's staffs, soul-suppressing banners, soul-seizing bells, and so on all roared towards Liang Chuan. However, the long-bearded man blocked in front of Liang Chuan with an almost selfless posture.

He was unable to fight back, but he stubbornly endured all the attacks, his soul beginning to break down in a short period of time.

Clearly he was the hunter,

But at this moment, he selflessly protected the prey,

He was even more selfless than the most loyal servant!

The Faceless Woman knelt on the ground, constantly letting out sharp wails. Ordinary people couldn't hear them, and the nearby neighbors continued to sleep, but the cats and dogs on the old street sensed the sensitive abnormality, but dared not move, only daring to curl up shivering next to their nests.

This was a struggle that living people and creatures couldn't participate in,

A battle of death gods in the human world,

The result of the battle,

Was that the losing side,

Wouldn't even get to be a ghost!

"Bang!"

The black executioner's staff pierced into the long-bearded man's chest. At the same time, Liang Chuan staggered slightly. He was a little dizzy, and the crimson red in the long-bearded man's eyes had already disappeared.

He lowered his head, looked at the black executioner's staff that had already pierced through his soul, and then looked at his own broken soul that seemed as if a gust of wind could blow it away,

His eyes,

Were full of disbelief,

Why did it become like this,

Why did it turn out like this!

"Kill him, refine his soul!"

In the distance, the little loli, who was still suppressing her serious injuries, shouted sharply:

"He's already finished, his lamp is running out of oil, I want him to suffer a fate worse than death, I want to personally torture his soul for ten years!"

Strike while the iron is hot,

The long-bearded man slumped and knelt on the ground,

The ghost soldiers in front bypassed him and continued to rush towards Liang Chuan,

The order of the Underworld cannot be desecrated. Once today's events are spread, they will become the laughingstock of the Underworld, so the man in front of them must be dealt with!

Liang Chuan staggered slightly and supported himself on the door panel,

His fingers had already fallen powerlessly, and his body had long been soaked in sweat.

His vision,

Seemed a little blurry.

In a daze,

He saw the ferocious ghost soldiers rushing towards him, and now he was so tired. What he really wanted to do was just lean against this door frame,

And keep leaning,

Waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow,

Waiting for the golden sunlight to shine on his body,

Waiting for that warm and lazy comfort to envelop him.

More than two thousand kilometers away, an old Taoist was livestreaming, cheering him on,

But he never used a smartphone, so he couldn't watch the livestream.

There was a cold girl, biting her lip, smiling and crying for him, crying and laughing.

Liang Chuan raised his head,

He didn't regret what he had done, not at all,

But,

He had people he was attached to, people he was sorry to,

One person does things and one person takes responsibility, was often just a simple and beautiful fantasy.

As the executioner's staff was about to smash on top of his head,

He raised his hand,

Looked at the white cat below who was still grooming his fur,

And called out:

"Pu'er!"

In an instant,

Under the dim streetlights,

The cat's shadow began to grow longer and longer,

Longer and longer,

Long enough,

As if it could submerge the entire old street…

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Within two months,

We've been put on the shelves twice,

Two months isn't too long, but some people have forgotten the achievements and position we achieved when we were put on the shelves on February 1st,

It's time,

To remind them,

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