Inside the house, a chilling wind blew, and the air was thick with the nauseating smell of blood from their hands.
The flickering lights on the wall cast long, ghostly shadows of the two people.
The face paint on Chen Zhennan and Yan Shiyu looked even more eerie and terrifying in this gloomy environment.
In the inner bedroom, Zhang Quan was immersed in a sweet dream, with two beautiful women on his arms, looking like a tyrannical emperor who had fallen into a gentle embrace.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out like a thunderclap, instantly pulling him from his sweet dream.
Zhang Quan was startled, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly pushed away the two delicate beauties beside him, as if they were two wads of cotton wool in his way.
Zhang Quan didn't care about anything else. He grabbed a pair of pants and pulled them on, drew his sword, took a deep breath, and then mustered up his courage to push open the door.
He initially thought an assassin had come to kill him, but as soon as he pushed open the door, a chill ran from his feet to his head, and he was completely terrified by what he saw.
Before them stood two "ghost messengers" who looked as if they had crawled out of the abyss of hell, exuding a chilling aura.
In each of their hands, a bloody human head was being held, and blood was still dripping from the head, one drop, two drops... until it pooled on the ground.
Zhang Quan tried hard to calm himself down, but his voice trembled.
"Who...who sent you? And...what do you want?"
Chen Zhennan slightly raised the arm holding the severed head and said in a hoarse voice, "I am a judge from the underworld. I have come here today to take your life. You have committed countless evil deeds, Zhang Quan. Your lifespan has come to an end. Come with us. Today is your death day."
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