There wasn't much of an opening,

Nor tedious self-introductions,

Even less the brain-dead back-and-forth of announcing moves;

This slaughter, located in a hell-shop and not belonging to the living,

Began abruptly in this manner.

"Funeral Song,"

For whom does it toll?

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

The bone hand, carrying cold flames, left a large hole after piercing the little loli's soul, a burning hole. The little loli could only retreat, her face gloomy as she looked at the damage to her soul.

They wanted to conserve a bit of strength because they knew that this guy, who had escaped their encirclement last time, wasn't someone to be trifled with.

But they had also deeply believed that this second encirclement, gathering so many ghost soldiers, and with the other party having no choice but to walk into the trap, meant they were sure to win.

But,

Did this look

Like victory was assured?

The twisting and stinging pain coming from the depths of her soul continued to assail the little loli.

She didn't dare move rashly again. This flame came from the long-bearded man, it was his signature move, and she had been caught completely off guard by this attack, truly without any preparation.

She even worried

That if she didn't suppress this injury, she might disappear completely.

The soul, seemingly more ethereal and elusive than the body, without any worries of birth, old age, sickness, or death, was actually, at least in this Yang realm (the world of the living), extremely fragile.

And her physical body hadn't come with her. Now, she was somewhat regretful.

If the physical body she was temporarily inhabiting was here, she wouldn't be in such a passive position.

"Ugh..."

Her mouth opened,

The little loli's tongue began to stretch out, extending very, very long, trying to extinguish the flames still erupting from her abdomen.

Her tongue was constantly being melted,

But it was also constantly growing longer.

This was a way of healing using her own yuanqi (vital energy). She would never have been willing to do it normally, but at this moment, she had no choice.

Because,

The palpitations in the depths of her heart

Were becoming increasingly clear!

For the first time,

She began to think,

Tonight,

Would she be able to leave this place alive?

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

You had to know, in the Yang realm (the world of the living), judges basically never appeared, and captains mostly traveled in the Yin realm (the underworld). The ones who could move more freely between the human world and hell were the ghost soldiers.

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

Becoming a puppet!

Rewinding time half an hour,

Who

Would have thought 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 began to speak along with him,

In perfect unison,

Synchronized:

"This funeral song."

"This funeral song."

"Is played for everyone."

"Is played for everyone."

"Listen to it, and have a good journey."

"Listen to it, and have a good journey."

The long-bearded man extended his withered arms, his limbs almost entirely skin-covered bone. In the palms of his hands, there was only stark white bone, not even the decorative layer of skin.

Over the years,

He didn't know how many souls had been captured by his hands, sent to hell, sent into reincarnation, becoming his own merits and performance. But now, he was like a marionette, controlled by someone,

Controlled by his original prey.

You took me as your prey?

Fine,

Then I'll be your master.

The faceless woman let out a sharp scream, her long hair flying out, 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 for her. If she returned without any gains, 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 her would be affected by the wandering souls on the Huangquan Road (Road to the Underworld), eventually falling completely and merging into their group, going from one ending to another.

She didn't want to lose,

And couldn't lose.

She didn't want to stand in the pool like before, watching these people leave, and only being able to roar in anger!

Liang Chuan turned his head to look at the faceless woman, his deep red eyes seeming to hide two blood moons. At the same time, two lines of bloody tears flowed from his eyes. It was clear that he wasn't as relaxed and carefree as he appeared on the surface.

However, Liang Chuan's finger tapping became a little quicker than before.

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

But that urgent rhythm

Sounded like it was striking at the bottom of everyone's heart,

Clashing against their heartstrings again and again!

They were ghost soldiers, guardians of the order of the Yin and Yang realms. From ancient times to the present, they had always escorted souls to hell,

But today,

Someone was starting to send 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 hair, which possessed special abilities, had become like the poisonous snakes on Medusa's head, not attacking others, but turning against herself.

The silent piano music was all-pervasive.

This was a vortex,

And no one could escape!

A strange sound came from the faceless woman's body, as if calling out to something, resonating with Liang Chuan in some way.

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

I,

Promise you."

These words were not spoken for the faceless woman, but for the soul that had been swallowed by her.

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

He had found Xiao Qiang's soul. Although it was in a deep sleep, it would wake up one day.

Yue Cheng's soul was right in front of him, and he would send her to the path she sought in her heart.

You say I am a judge,

Then I will be this judge,

So what?

Liang Chuan raised his hand, then pressed down suddenly.

The faceless woman suddenly raised her head, her body beginning to twist. The soul that she had suppressed, deliberately not fully swallowing, 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 within her body, seeming capable of detonating herself.

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

Liang Chuan had provided the arena,

Arranged the environment,

What remained

Was your own contest.

He had confidence in her. She was even more suited to the identity of hell than he was.

The surrounding ghost soldiers naturally didn't stand by and watch, but acted together. At this time, they no longer cared whether it would damage their yuanqi (vital energy), or whether it would affect their stay in the Yang realm (world of the living);

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

And now, they had to forcefully push everything back into the rhythm they wanted.

In an instant, the killing staff, the soul-suppressing banner, the soul-seizing bell, and other things howled towards Liang Chuan, but the long-bearded man stood in front of Liang Chuan with an almost selfless posture.

He was unable to fight back, but he endured all the attacks head-on, his soul beginning to shatter in a short time.

Clearly a hunter,

He now protected the prey at the cost of his own life,

Even more selfless than the most loyal servant!

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

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

A group of death gods fighting each other in the human world.

The result of the fight

Was that the losing side

Would not even be able to be ghosts!

"Bang!"

The black killing 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, looking at the black killing staff that had pierced his soul, and then looking at his tattered soul-body that seemed like a gust of wind could blow it away,

His eyes

Were filled with disbelief,

Why would it be like this,

Why would it become like this!

"Kill him, refine his soul!"

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

"He's already finished, his lamp has run 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 to the ground,

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

The order of the Yin realm (the underworld) could not be violated. Once today's events were spread, they would become a laughingstock in the Yin realm, so the man in front of them had to be eliminated!

Liang Chuan staggered and leaned against the door panel,

His fingers had already fallen powerlessly, and his body was already soaked with sweat.

His vision

Seemed a little blurry as well.

In a daze,

He saw ferocious ghost soldiers rushing towards him, and he was so tired now. What he wanted to do was to 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 live-streaming, cheering him on,

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

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

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 had let down,

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

As the killing staff was about to smash into his head,

He raised his hand,

Looking at the white cat below, still grooming its fur,

He 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

To seem like it could submerge the entire old street…