God after all

Chapter 46 The Person Who Death Can't Take

The bedroom door opened slowly with a hoarse sound, and there was nothing in the empty doorway.

The door is connected to the darkness of the living room, and a cold wind mixed with coldness blows from the darkness.

The floor-to-ceiling velvet curtain fluttered in the air.

Youfeng has black hair and a white shirt, which moves lightly.

The lights became flickering, and the shadows under the lights were also faintly visible.This inexplicable phenomenon stopped after ten seconds.

Darkness did not descend.

The dark wind that was blowing also began to die down.

Everything returns to calm.Only the black shadow that came from nowhere confirmed the anomaly that happened before.

"Under Heiwuchang, under the order of Hades, come to take away your sacrificial soul."

Sombra wears a loose black hat connected to a robe, and his face is hidden in it.

"Heiwuchang Kurosawa."

Facing You Feng outside the floor-to-ceiling window, he turned around and saw the god of death, who seemed to be transformed into a night, stretched out his right hand, with the palm facing up, and the five fingers were slightly bent and closed, and a blood-red crystal ball was floating in the palm.

The weathered and decayed appearance of the city's buildings is shown in the crystal ball, reflecting the scene of the "Lost City" of the capital of hell.

Countless undead, wandering aimlessly and desolate buildings, can only linger here until the reincarnation is ushered in, passing by even a hundred years or a thousand years.

The dim smog drifted along with the desolate and low-pitched cold wind, permeating the sky and the earth forever and never dissipating.

The blood-red crystal ball split apart, splitting into eight prisms of different sizes, showing different shapes.

The gaps between the eight prisms release fine wind and sand, as if the ashes are blowing with the wind in the never-ending fireworks.

"Eight-faced exquisite holy horcrux, I have heard of it."

You Feng's whole body seemed to be pierced by the lingering wind, and his hair and clothes floated lightly.

The eight prisms of the eight-faced and exquisite Holy Horcrux are separated from each other, surrounded by a microcosmic image—a dead city.

The rumored "Chant of Death" came from the phantom city, and it was a woman's voice.

Before dying, people who are included in the book of life and death will hear this dreamy and blurred singing, full of sadness and sadness, hiding the long-lasting sorrow for thousands of years.

When the singing is heard, the seven deadly sins and the seven good deeds in a person's life will reappear in front of his eyes. The world is commonly known as the revolving lantern theater.

What good things you have done, what bad things... will be recorded in a "Long Dictionary" tailored for you.

The deeds recorded in the book determine your fate after death, reincarnation or annihilation in ashes, or stay in that gloomy country forever?

Legend has it that there is an ancient tower in the underworld, named "Life and Death Changci Pavilion", which has existed since the birth of human beings.

The Long Dictionary of Life and Death and the Book of Life and Death are piled up inside the Pavilion of Life and Death, which contain all human stories in the human world, one of the six realms.

The top floor of the tower is dedicated to the altar, where black and white impermanence decides life and death, and summons the souls of countless dead in the world.

"The mistake I made should be serious, otherwise, why would Pluto send Lord Judge to collect my soul in person?"

"You took away thousands of evil spirits in the prison, and destroyed the fate set for them in the long dictionary."

Youfeng sees the past flashed back in many fragments, vividly as if it happened yesterday.

The singing voice from the "Eight-faced Exquisite Holy Horcrux" has a magical power that will gradually devour his waking consciousness.

He knew that he had been possessed, but he did not resist.

The darkness falling before his eyes took away his last sanity.His body lost strength and fell to the ground.

The ethereal and melodious mourning sound still showed no sign of stopping.

Kurosawa was not close to the wind that fell to the ground, and stood still, his black lips opened and closed, silently chanting incantations and some kind of eulogy.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, soul to hell..."

As soon as the words fell, Kurosawa seemed to sense some kind of change, and his body lightly jumped to stand in front of the window three meters away, and then suddenly knelt down on one knee.

The sudden curtsey killed the singing and his murmur.

The ashes-like wind and sand dissipated, and the eight prisms of the eight-faced and exquisite holy horcrux lost their luster, and they were closed in an instant, returning to the state of a blood-red crystal ball until they disappeared.

"Meet the majesty!"

Covered by the black hat, Kurosawa hid his eyes in the shadows and stared at the man who appeared silently opposite him.

The man wears a weird clown mask, and his long curly hair, which is as dazzling as gold, sprinkles all over his body.

Kurosawa noticed that his eyes were golden in color, exuding a dignified and brilliant aura.

Since ancient times, long golden hair and golden pupils have been the symbols of the western gods.

To be able to escort the holy son created by the ancestor of all gods, such a character is naturally extraordinary.

Regarding the identity of this mysterious person who guards Lengji, Kurosawa once learned some hints from Pluto: the Lord of Light, the King of the Heavenly Army!
There is no one who can deserve these two famous titles except Michael, the Great Monarch of the Western Celestial Realm.

"You Feng's life, Leng Ji is about to die."

Michael was not too surprised that his identity was seen through, after all, this god of death is the confidant of the Lord of the Underworld.

The reputation of Pluto, the lord of the Eastern underworld, is also like thunder in the western heaven.

He is the only god besides the ancestor of the gods and Bai Yahweh who possesses the "Eye of Demon Spirits". He can predict the past, present and future, and gain insight into the fate of all things in the universe.

"Youfeng summoned the gate of the dead to make up for his mistakes at the cost of sacrificing a soul. And I just followed orders."

Kurosawa's words were a bit stubborn, and he didn't intend to back down.

"Do you think it's a fault? Your master really thinks so?"

Michael stood in a position, and it was too late to get close to the place where Heisawa had stayed before, and he only appeared next to Heisawa's back.

That's why Kurosawa had such a big reaction and jumped away.

"Those evil spirits will face punishment sooner or later, won't they? Youfeng just judged them earlier, saving you a lot of worry in hell."

Michael put his arms around his chest, took two steps back, and leaned his back against a wall, his posture was a little lazy.

"There is nothing wrong with using evil to subdue a demon like the Dark Noble, and I agree with Youfeng on this point.

It's just too stupid to pay for a soul, this is the cheapest deal I've ever seen.After all, something like an evil spirit is really not worthy of him offering his noble soul. "

"Even if the evil spirit is hateful, it should not be decided by him - this is the responsibility and power of the underworld."

Kurosawa had a serious and uncompromising look on his mouth, this stubbornness inevitably reminded Michael of Leng Ji.

"I'm also following orders, so don't embarrass me." Michael said with a half-smile, with a playful tone.

"If you still don't leave, I don't mind killing you on the charge of contradicting the envoy of God."

A real menacing aura wafted wantonly between the two men, and the killing intent was on the verge of breaking out.

"I want to take away one of Youfeng's three souls and seven souls, go back and tell Pluto, tell him to talk to Leng Ji. As long as Leng Ji compromises, I will not interfere in this matter."

Kurosawa didn't say a word, and the three-dimensional body that jumped back to the floor-to-ceiling windows lost its thickness, and passed through the glass window without a sound, and fell into the bottom of the tall building.

The interior returned to calm.

The drizzle of the world outside the window has never stopped, and the dense raindrops hit the transparent glass window.

(End of this chapter)