Hua Rou let out a heart-wrenching sound
"ah!!!!"
The gates of hell are with her.
The door will only open when she dies.
That day, she was thrown onto the lakeside.
Unintentionally, he swallowed a black bead.
From then on, she, who was originally destined to die, became a wronged ghost.
From then on, the gates of hell that should have opened on the lakeside became the energy to survive.
It really hurt when she swallowed that bead.
The pain felt like my skin was being twisted in two.
Now, I'm going to die.
It hurt even more than it did back then.
On her deathbed, she looked at Su Yan.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
Ultimately, his soul vanished into nothingness.
Hua Rou vanished without a trace.
Beside Hua Rou's tomb, a pitch-black gate appeared.
The pattern of the spider lily is jet black, with carved patterns and entwined vines.
A chilling aura swept over you, sending shivers down your spine with just one glance.
The once bright sky gradually darkened.
Dark clouds covered the sky, making it pitch black.
A cool breeze blew by, giving me goosebumps.
When Sang Ming saw that gate.
My eyes lit up.
He chuckled, his throat bobbing.
"Hahahaha, I've finally found the gates of hell!"
As he spoke, he strode forward.
A jet-black scimitar appeared in his hand.
He did not push the door open and go in.
Instead, his gaze fell on Su Yan.
The sharp blade reached Su Yan.
Sang Ming smiled.
His eyes rolled, revealing a grayish-white hue.
His skin was also gradually turning bluish.
He spoke
"Thank you, Miss Su Yan, for helping me open the gates of hell."
He paused for a moment as he spoke.
He said with a smile
"Would you like to go inside and have a look, young lady?"
Su Yan stood up and put the finger bone whistle in her sleeve.
"We need to go in."
Sang Ming let his hair fall loose and burst into laughter.
“Young lady, you are my benefactor. If you are going to the underworld, I, Nan, will naturally take you there.”
After speaking, the man became serious, a smirk playing on his lips, giving off a distinctly suave and roguish vibe.
He was referring to Nan, not Sang Ming.
He spoke
"But young lady, that place is only for the souls of the dead."
So, they'll only let you in if they kill you.
He walked towards Su Yan, his curved blade flashing down.
"If your soul can still remain, remember to find me in the underworld. My name is Nanming."
After saying that, *bang!*
The two forces collided.
Su Yan withstood his knife.
Sangming, oh, no, it should be called Nanming now.
Nanming was taken aback.
He knew, of course, that this woman possessed superhuman strength.
Little did he know, this power was actually capable of contending with him.
Nanming chuckled, and the pattern of a red spider lily faintly rose from his neck and spread across his face.
The jet-black patterns, while not visually striking, only evoked a sense of eeriness.
Suddenly, I don't really want to kill you anymore.
Su Yan looked at him, her words serious.
"I will kill you."
As she spoke, she suddenly ran towards Nanming.
She didn't know when, but the hairpin with the red spider lily flower in it fell into her hand again.
With a soft slur.
Nanming saw through Su Yan's intentions and tried to resist.
But then, bang!
He underestimated Su Yan's strength.
The two fell to the ground. Nanming lay there with his hand pierced by the hairpin, which had been driven directly into his heart.
He clutched his chest, barely clinging to life.
However, Nanming didn't seem to be in a hurry.
They seemed completely unconcerned about this.
He simply narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Yan.
He supported himself on the ground with one hand.
After a long pause, he suddenly laughed, then slowly...
"Who am I, really?"
So it was the chief deity from the Nine Heavens.
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