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A white cat with hair like snow, like the most delicate and purest white in the world, with a rare agility and clarity;
But its shadow is black, a kind of desperate black, like a devil's tentacles extending from the ground, constantly spreading and covering,
Accompanied by,
It is curse and despair!
What flashed in the cat's eyes was exactly the same expression as Liang Chuan's previous eyes, and the depth of the crimson red was like magma rolling, suffocating!
If you look carefully,
It seems that from the cat's eyes, it is possible to vaguely discover countless wailing figures of dead souls and ghosts, as well as piles of bones.
A pair of cat eyes,
The deepest and most terrifying image of the branded hell,
It is purgatory,
That's Shura,
It is the place where all living beings rest and finally go mad,
is the origin of life,
It is the destination of everything!
And that place,
Even ordinary ghosts are not qualified to approach.
Because there, there is no essential difference between ghosts and ordinary grieving ghosts.
"Meow!"
meowing,
? resounded throughout the old street,
Directly let the swarming ghost messengers tremble,
At this moment, they seem to have forgotten that they are actually in the underworld, as if they have returned to hell, back to that dark place.
In the sun,
They are mysterious existences that are out of people's sight. They exist in strange novels and myths. They are no different from those old gods on the mountains. They are even more down-to-earth, and people fear them like tigers!
But in the underworld, in hell, they are just the lowest batch of civil servants.
While the cat is meowing,
The dim red in Liang Chuan's eyes gradually recovered, and no blood flowed from the eye sockets. What should have flowed had already dried up, but the Yin Hong still condensed again.
even,
It's even better than before!
Tonight's theme,
is revenge,
Previously,
It's the prelude!
under,
is the real movement!
my dead friend,
I will take your souls with me,
Witness everything tonight!
My blood has been drained,
under,
It's your turn to stream
The ten fingers trembled again, and the pale and slender knuckles danced gracefully. He was playing, he was performing, and he was rippling his own notes in this midnight midnight.
All listeners,
All must die!
Among the ghost messengers, three ghost messengers appeared for a while, their eyes were also red, and then they attacked their companions without hesitation.
You catch me,
You persecute me with the lives of those around me,
You think you are on the side of justice,
You are supercilious,
You look down on me, an ant who came back as a stowaway,
You feel that you are superior,
You feel that you are very noble,
You feel that your own will is correct,
So today,
I'd like to see,
you,
Where can it be noble!
I want to see,
Will you cry?
Will it hurt you?
Will you panic?
you,
Are they just like ordinary people?
After cutting open your bright coats and identities,
whether,
It also has fear!
Ten fingers crossed, the trembling frequency was twice as fast as before, and the notes of death poured out. In the underworld shop, the ghost messengers were in a mess and began to kill each other.
Someone was controlled in the previous second and sent a blow to his companion,
But after the next second,
When he lost control again and fell into a daze, the companion who had just been attacked counterattacked him.
One ghost after another, at this moment it seems to have become; When I go to hell,
will face the darkness of nothingness. "
The chanting sound is like a reminder to these ghost messengers, urging them to continue to push this cannibalism to a climax, urging them to stab the weapons in their hands even harder into their companions' chests. Body.
There are souls breaking,
There are screams resounding,
There is a roar roaring,
They know what they are doing,
But the most painful thing is that they know what they are doing! ! !
They can't stop,
Simply can not stop,
They have lost themselves, and can only complete their actions under the gaze of that man,
At this very moment,
They seemed to really feel that there was a judge standing in front of them, holding a judgment pen, telling their crimes and sending them to the execution ground!
But throughout the ages,
Only they will escort others to hell and put them in the frying pan, and then they will collect filial piety money.
When did it happen that they themselves were bound in this way to suffer this kind of torture?
fight,
Still going on,
hopeless,
has also been spreading.
"When I go to hell,
will be buried in the boundless sea of ??blood;
When I go to hell,
will be dedicated to the devil;
When I go to hell,
will indulge in solitude;
When I go to hell,
Will never look back. "
The chanting began to get faster and faster, and the rhythm became clearer and clearer. Liang Chuan began to forget himself more and more. He was immersed in the rhythm that did not exist, wandering in the atmosphere he created for himself.
When ordinary people see this scene, they will think that he has a problem in his mind, and that he is a mental patient's self-entertainment.
Only,
The gang of ghost messengers in the shop of the underworld,
Really feel this kind of horror, feel this kind of 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 leave the clutter behind. "
The faceless girl who was kneeling in the corner before slowly recited the same sentence as Liang Chuan said, she stood up slowly,
She held out her hand,
open your hair,
Originally she was faceless,
The facial features are slowly raised.
At this moment,
no struggle,
did not resist,
In the midst of these chants,
It seems that many things have been settled!
Mouth, split open,
Appeared red lips, protruding tongue, white teeth, the whole face became clearer.
This is a touching face,
This is a pretty face,
This is a young face.
The woman looked at Liang Chuan and sang along with Liang Chuan.
Liang Chuan reached out and patted the woman's head, as if he was stroking his own sister.
Her dream is to become the apostle of hell, she is infatuated with it, dedicated to it,
so,
He gave her this chance,
This is her choice, no hesitation, no sadness, no worries.
The two looked at each other and continued to chant together:
"When I go to hell,
will bury the past;
When I go to hell,
will overshadow the future,
When I go to hell,
There will be no more me in the world! "
When the chanting came to this point, the white cat had turned into a blood-colored cat. It crawled down, unable to hold on anymore, and Liang Chuan also 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! ?¡¡¡¡¡¡"
The ghost's soul,
Self-destruct one by one,
Dissipated in the world one by one,
As if giving this movement,
The painting is unique to it,
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The painting is unique to it,
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