Midnight Bookstore

There were not many opening remarks.

There was no tedious self-introduction.

There was also no brainless transition between exchanging moves and exchanging moves.

This ma.s.sacre in the underworld shop that did not belong to the living.

The curtains were drawn in such an abrupt manner.

Burial Song

Who?

The roles of prey and hunter wavered. The side that was confident suddenly had the illusion that they might not be the last to laugh.

The white bone hand carried a cold flame. After it pierced through the little loli's soul, it left behind a large hole, a burning hole. The little loli could only retreat. As she looked at the injuries to her soul, her expression darkened.

They wanted to save their energy because they knew that this person who had escaped from the encirclement last time was not an easy character to deal with.

However, they also believed that with so many Infernalfa Realm experts gathered in the second encirclement, victory was already within their grasp.

However,

In this state,

Did he look like he was sure of victory?

The distortion and pain from the depths of his soul continuously attacked the little loli.

She did not dare move again. The fire came from the man with the long beard. It was his way of guarding the door, and she had been caught off guard by the attack.

She was even worried.

If he did not suppress this injury, it was very likely that he would vanish into thin air.

The soul seemed to be more ethereal than the body. There was no trace to be found, and there was no worry of living, aging, sickness, and death. However, in reality, at least in this Yang Realm, the soul was really too weak.

However, her physical body did not come with her. Now, she regretted it.

If her physical body was here, she would not be so pa.s.sive.

"Er…"

He opened his mouth.

The lolita's tongue began to stretch out. This tongue stretched out for a very long time as it tried to extinguish the flames that were still shooting out from her abdomen.

The tongue continued to melt.

But his tongue kept growing.

This was a method of using one's own vital energy to heal. If it was any other time, she would definitely be unwilling, but at this moment, she had no other choice.

Because…

The throbbing in his heart,

It was becoming clearer and clearer!

For the first time,

She began to think.

Tonight,

Could he leave this place alive?

The long-bearded man could tell that he was trying his best to resist. He was the most senior ghostly servant present and had a certain chance of becoming a constable.

One had to know that in the Yang Realm, the judges basically did not come into being, and the constables were mostly walking in the netherworld. Those who could travel between the mortal world and h.e.l.l more freely were the ghosts.

However, it was this experienced ghostly servant who opened the door.

He was controlled and turned into a puppet!

s.h.i.+ Guang turned back for half an hour.

This scene…

Who would have thought?

Resistance and struggle were for dignity and his own existence.

But in the next moment, when Liang Chuan spoke, he actually spoke as well.

They were uniform.

G.o.dly synchronization:

"This funeral song."

"This funeral song."

"Play for everyone."

"Play for everyone."

"I'm done listening so I can get on my way."

"I'm done listening so I can get on my way."

The long-bearded man stretched out his shriveled arms. There was only a layer of skin left on his arms that wrapped around his bones. In the center of his palms, there was even a layer of white bones. There was not even a layer of skin used to decorate them.

All these years,

Countless souls had been captured by him, sent to h.e.l.l, and reincarnated into his own merit. Now, he was like a puppet, controlled by others.

He was controlled by his original prey.

You treat me as your prey?

Sure.

Then I'll be your master.

The faceless woman let out a shrill cry. Her long hair flew out and wrapped around Liang Chuan. She knew that if she failed tonight, she would gain nothing.

Leaving h.e.l.l and leaving the pool was a huge drain on her, even with the blessing of the Infernal Ghost. If she returned empty-handed, she would not even be able to leave h.e.l.l next time.

The pool would become a permanent restraint on her. She even had to worry if her weakened self would be affected by the group of reincarnators on the Yellow Springs Road. When that happened, she would completely degenerate and integrate into their group, moving from one end to another.

She was not willing to lose.

He could not lose either.

She did not want to think about the past anymore. Standing in the pool and watching these people leave, she could only yell angrily!

Liang Chuan turned his head to look at the faceless woman. His deep red eyes seemed to contain two blood moons. At the same time, two

However, Liang Chuan's tapping of his fingers was a little lighter than before.

There was no piano in front of him, so he could not make a sound.

But that eager rhythm,

But it was like knocking on the hearts of everyone present.

It struck their hearts again and again!

They were the Infernal Ghosts, the guardians of the order between the two worlds. Since ancient times, they had always been the ones escorting the dead to h.e.l.l.

Today…

Someone started to send them off!

The faceless woman's face twisted. She was originally expressionless, but at this moment, her face started to become uneven. Even her long hair with special powers had turned into poisonous snakes above Medusa's head. They were not attacking others, but themselves.

The soundless zither music was pervasive.

This was a whirlpool.

No one was spared!

There was a strange sound coming from the faceless woman's body, as if she was calling out to something. There was a resonance between her and Liang Chuan.

"You said that you wanted to be the messenger of h.e.l.l.

I

Promise you. "

This sentence was not for the faceless woman, but for the soul that she had swallowed.

Alone, having a friend was not easy. And this time he had lost two.

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

The soul of Moon City was right in front of her, and he was going to send her back to her heart.

You say I am a judge.

Then I will be the judge.

So what?

Liang Chuan raised his hand and pressed it down.

The faceless woman suddenly raised her head, and her body began to distort. The soul that she had been suppressing and not wanting to devour had actually begun to counterattack with the help of external forces.

The girl's soul had originally been used to threaten him, but now it had become a bomb hidden inside his body. It seemed to have the power to detonate him.

Two different howls and screams came from the faceless woman's body. The two women were biting, fighting, and devouring each other.

Liang Chuan gave the stage.

Setting up the environment.

The rest

It was your own compet.i.tion.

He had confidence in her. She was even more suited to h.e.l.l than he was.

The surrounding Infernal Affairs obviously did not watch the show from the side. Instead, they attacked together. At this time, they no longer cared whether they would exhaust their Yuan Qi or affect their stay in the Yang Realm.

They clearly knew that the situation had already begun to spiral out of control.

Now, he had to force everything back to the rhythm they wanted.

In an instant, the murderous club, the Soul-Subduing Banner, the Soul-Bewitching Bell, and other existences all rushed towards Liang Chuan. However, the long-bearded man blocked Liang Chuan's path in an almost oblivious manner.

He did not have the strength to fight back, but he endured all the attacks, and his soul started to break in a short time.

He was clearly a hunter.

Yet at this moment, he sacrificed himself to protect his prey.

He was even more forgetful than his most loyal servant!

The faceless woman knelt on the ground and kept howling. Normal people would not be able to hear her. The neighbors continued to sleep with them, but the cats and dogs on the old street sensed the sensitivity, but they did not dare move. They only dared to curl up next to their nests and s.h.i.+ver.

This was a battle that living beings could not partic.i.p.ate in.

It was a battle between a group of death G.o.ds.

The result of the battle.

The losing side.

Not even a ghost!

Bang!

The black cudgel pierced into the long-bearded man's chest. At the same time, Liang Chuan staggered slightly. He felt dizzy, and the redness in the long-bearded man's eyes had disappeared.

He lowered his head and looked at the black cudgel that had pierced through his soul. Then he looked at his broken soul that looked like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

In his eyes…

She was filled with disbelief.

Why did this happen?

How did this happen?

"Kill him, Purgatory Chains!"

In the distance, the little loli, who was still suppressing her serious injuries, said sternly,

"He's not going to make it. He's running out of energy. I want him to suffer a fate worse than death. I want to personally burn his soul for ten years!

Take his life while he's sick.

The bearded man collapsed to his knees.

The Infernal Ghost continued to charge towards Liang Chuan.

The order of Yin Si was not to be blasphemed. Once today's matter was spread out, they would become the laughingstock of Yin Si. Thus, the man in front of them had to be dealt with!

Liang Chuan staggered as he held onto the door.

His ten fingers fell to the ground, his body drenched in sweat.

Vision,

It seemed a little blurry.

In a trance,

He saw a bunch of scary-looking ghost soldiers charging at him, and he was so tired. The only thing he wanted to do was lean against the door frame.

Keep leaning down.

Waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow.

Waiting for the golden sunlight to s.h.i.+ne on him.

He waited for the warm and lazy feeling to envelop him.

Two thousand kilometers away, an old Daoist priest was cheering for him on a live broadcast.

However, he had never used a smartphone, so he could not watch the livestream.

There was a cold girl who bit her lips and laughed for herself.

Liang Chuan looked up.

He did not regret what he had done, not at all.

But

He had people he was tied to and people he had let down.

One person should shoulder the responsibility. Most of the time, it was just a simple and beautiful fantasy.

When the cudgel was about to hit his head,

He raised his hand.

He looked down at the white cat who was tidying up his fur.

He called out:

Pu'er!

Under the dim street lamps,

The cat's shadow grew longer and longer.

It grew longer and longer.

Long enough.

It seemed like it could drown the entire street…

Everyone knew that the dragon didn't have a script. These two chapters were written in the first half of the night. The dragon immediately continued writing.

Today, at least five chapters!

After writing a chapter, he immediately sent it out.

Within two months,

We went up twice.

Two months was not a long time, but some people had already forgotten the results and positions we achieved on February 1.

Remind them.

We're back!