The Sealer of the Sword

【A sad shadow lost in the darkness】

【Contempt for hurting others】

【A soul addicted to sin】

【Do you want to die once? 】

[This resentment, I will take to hell]

【If you really want to relieve your resentment】

[Untie this red rope]

【Once you untie the rope, you will formally sign a contract with me】

【I will immediately exile your resentment to hell】

[However, after the resentment is lifted, you must pay me the price yourself]

[Hurting others will end up harming yourself, after you die, your soul will also fall into hell]

【If you can't enter the blissful world, your soul will suffer forever and wander forever】

【Is that even possible? 】

【Are you calling me? 】

【I am Yan Moai】

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When he woke up from the darkness and opened his eyes, he found that everything was the same.

It's just that his mind seemed to accept the pain of the soul, so Yan Ye, who had only opened his eyes not long ago, stretched out his hand to cover his face in pain.

Although knowing that this method does not have any basis for pain relief, it is still subconscious, but because of this, Yan Ye noticed another thing.

Around him, there are multiple flowers from hell blooming, the other shore flower - Manzhu Warsaw.

Bright red like blood, Yan Ye couldn't help being a little stunned for a few seconds, and then he recovered under the worried gaze of Xiuxue Baixue next to him. After a light breath, Yan Ye glanced at the thing in his hand again. .

A samurai sword that is so simple that it can't be more simple, and it can't be more ordinary.

"Is that you?"

He placed me horizontally in front of xiong, stared at me and asked softly.

What responded to him was a slight tremor of the blade.

"Yes, then please give me more advice."

In this regard, Yan Ye, who couldn't help but smile, also stood up, and the other side flowers around him also withered.

Holding the knife in his hand, he looked down at Xiong.

The xiong hole that should have been penetrated by this knife long ago is still intact at this moment. If you can ignore the clothes residue that looks like it was torn apart by an explosion, you may be able to treat everything just now as a dream.

Maybe it's just a dream.

In that dream, Yan Ye went to an unknown place, a place where there is always only the sunset, full of flowers on the other side, and surrounded by mountains.

There is also a girl with long black hair and red eyes.

Dreams are not dreams, so maybe only Yan Ye himself knows.

He changed into a piece of clothing and turned to look at the people around him.

He didn't say much, didn't say anything, just turned around, raised the sharp blade in his hand, and lightly drawn the square in front of him.

The blade is unsheathed, and the other shore flowers begin to bloom.

At this moment, a huge door came and stood in front of Yan Ye.

Door of hell.

"Then let's go."

With a chuckle, he put the knife back on his waist, and took the first step towards the gate of hell leading to the depths of hell.

In the end, only the gate of hell that was slowly closing and the bright red blood-like flowers of the other side that bloomed everywhere.

At this point, start.

Together with a knife in hell, a knife in mourning the world.

This knife-

It's called "Yanma". .

1662. As soon as I came up, I drew an incredible ghost card.

　Door of hell.

It was the main tone that was formed by the fusion of two colors, the pitch black like the abyss and the bright red like blood.