Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

Chen frowned, stood up, took out the red sickle and handed it to him: "Do you want to go in first?"

Song Nan took the sickle: "Don't wait for them?"

Chen paused and threw out a small object again: "There are too many uncertainties in the realm of the dead, so it's better for you to be separated from us for the time being. This thing is loaded with the emotions that I have collected that are beneficial to you, and it can influence other people's feelings towards you." your feeling."

Song Nan reached out to catch it and found that it was a small puppet pendant.

He raised his head, his blue eyes slightly curved, and showed a bright smile: "Thank you, I will make good use of it."

Chen nodded, walked towards the two people who had regained their composure but were still in chaos, and said calmly, "Let's go before they wake up completely."

Song Nan turned around, held the sickle tightly, stepped onto the transparent water bridge in the lake leading to the door, and slowly walked into the door with blue flames.

{Master, why don't you act with them? }

Song Nan's eyes were illuminated by blue firelight. Although it was a flame, it did not bring warmth, but instead gave it a cold feeling.

"Didn't Chen warn me to be careful of them? When he told me that, he was probably worried that something might happen after entering the realm of the dead and he would do something he would regret."

He looked ahead at the road paved with blood-red Lycoris, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "Okay, now it's time to complete the purpose of our coming to this world."

"Crash~"

The sound of chains shaking could be heard.

Song Nan felt the pull on his neck, raised his hand to hold the transparent chain that suddenly appeared, and tugged on it soothingly: "Don't worry, I can't run away."

But the pull came again, urging him to move forward faster.

Song Nan had no choice but to follow the strength of the chain and move forward.

{Master, be careful, there are many ghosts ahead. }

Song Nan raised his eyes. Not only did he not show the fear he expected, but he was even more eager to try.

"Ghosts? Is this hell? Are there those scary things?"

{Owner?Aren't you afraid? }

Song Nan tilted his head and smiled brightly: "Of course I'm afraid."

{and you……}

Song Nan rubbed his chin: "Maybe I'm too scared, causing adrenaline to surge, so now I'm scared and excited at the same time~"

He smiled slightly, stepped out of the long passage, and then discovered that this place was no different from the outside, except that compared to the outside world, it was quieter and more depressing.

Song Nan tilted his head, looked at the kid who poked his head out from the side of the soil embryo room, and reached out to wave to him.

The kid looked around and finally pointed at himself.

Song Nan nodded and waved again.

The kid swallowed unconsciously and walked tremblingly in front of him. Then, he knelt down with a pop and pressed his forehead to the ground, prostrate on the ground: "Sir, what are your orders?"

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, squatted down, reached out to lift his chin, and asked gently: "Why are you kneeling down?"

"Ah?" The kid was stunned. When he saw his smile, his cheeks turned red and his eyes wandered. "You have the symbol of the temple and you are an adult in the temple."

"When I see the adults in the temple, I am not qualified to stand, nor can I look directly at you. If you have any orders, you can give them directly, and I will definitely do it!"

His tone was firm, but his body was still shaking. No matter how you looked at it, he looked like a low-class person who was forced to resist.

Song Nan paused, held up his neck and hid it, leaving only a small section of the chain: "Is this the symbol of the temple?"

The kid glanced at the chain and nodded vigorously: "Yes. I just happened to see adults coming to execute people..."

He kowtowed: "Sir, please spare me. I didn't mean to look at you."

Song Nan frowned, but before he could speak, a black sickle appeared next to him.

The sword flashed, and the kid's eyes widened in horror. The next second, blue flames ignited all over his body. In an instant, they burned out completely and turned into a wisp of gray smoke, dissipating in the air.

"Breaking the rules is punishable by death."

Song Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his fingertips trembled slightly, as if the cold touch of the kid was still there.

He turned his head and saw two men in black clothes holding dark scythes standing next to him against the light.

A piece of white paper was pasted on their faces, with the word "Xing" written in large letters on it. Around their necks, blood-red chains dangled gently, highlighting their identities.

They stretched out their hands to help Song Nan up, bowed and saluted, and said without any emotion in their tone: "Sir, Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time. Please allow us to take you to the temple."

Song Nan swallowed and nodded: "Okay."

Hearing this, they raised their hands to hold the chain around their necks, then stretched it suddenly and put the top into his hands: "Please hold it. You have no marks on your body and have not been recognized yet. Hold ours." The logo can give you some flavor.”

Song Nan obediently squeezed the red chain, and then, a cold murderous aura instantly spread throughout his body, making him dare not move at all.

When they saw that he was holding firmly, they immediately waved their palms, and a ball of blue flames suddenly cut through the space, and then, a carriage with wheels burning with flames slowly drove out.

"Please get in the car."

They held Song Nan's hand with one hand and carefully led him onto the carriage.

Song Nan was stiff all over, and they helped him get into the carriage. When he sat on the soft cushion, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The man sitting opposite him noticed his abnormality and bowed to apologize rather embarrassedly: "Sorry, sir, we didn't find that you can't adapt to the murderous intention. It will be much better when you enter the temple and get the mark of the Lord. "

Song Nan smiled slightly at them: "Okay, thank you."

They responded softly, and then fell silent, like two sculptures, sitting motionless.

Song Nan's fingertips curled up slightly, and she felt at a loss for a moment.

He took a deep breath, slowly calmed down, and turned his head to look out the window, looking at the desolate village below.

The villagers were in ragged clothes, crawling slowly on the ground like hungry ghosts, grabbing things around them to eat, or climbing on the bodies of their companions to bite each other...

Song Nan's scalp was numb, and he silently looked away, staring at the back of his hand intently.

"They deserve it." One of them suddenly spoke, with an indifferent tone, "The Lord's judgment will never go wrong. No one who comes here is innocent, and you don't need to sympathize with them."

Song Nan pursed her lower lip and lowered her head, making her expression unclear.

They paused and became silent. They sat quietly across from each other. Thinking that he could not accept this situation, they unconsciously slowed down the carriage to give him time to adapt. At the same time, they prayed to the Lord not to blame them. They did not mean to say it. So cruel.

Song Nan raised his hand and covered his lips, trembling slightly as if a small animal was frightened.

When they saw it, they became cautious in an instant. They sat down at a loss and watched his movements uneasily. Only 484, who was always paying attention to Song Nan's emotional fluctuations, knew that he was not shaking with fear, but with excitement...

He was excited by the cruel patterns of the world.