Fang Qitian held the dagger, looked at Hua Ling who was opening his arms to him, made a few hesitant gestures, and then asked: "Will you arrange it for me after I die?"
"Of course I will. I will do my best to put your body in a safe place. No one knows about you, but you still have me."
Fang Qitian breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out a hand and put it on Hua Ling's chest. Hua Ling did not maintain his posture, and Fang Qitian pushed him.
Fang Qitian sat on Hua Ling's body, holding the dagger with both hands and inserting the blade into Hua Ling's chest. He turned the knife handle hard, and the blood that seeped out stained Hua Ling's clothes red.
When Fang Qitian and Hua Ling looked at each other, Hua Ling showed no pain. Fang Qitian pulled out the blade, and the blood left on the dagger dripped onto Hua Ling's clothes.
"Aren't you in pain?"
"It hurts, but if you show it, you won't be able to do it."
Fang Qitian inserted the blade into Hua Ling's chest again, again and again, until the chest of the clothes became tattered and soaked in blood, and a pool of blood flowed under Hua Ling's body.
With the last cut, Fang Qitian turned the blade sideways and slashed Hua Ling's neck like meat. After the cut was made, Fang Qitian could see the blood drops oozing out and feel Hua Ling's breathing, and his flesh and blood were pulsing.
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When Fang Qitian pushed the blade down, he felt a hard object blocking the blade, which must have touched the neck bone.
Fang Qitian was stunned for a moment when he touched the bone. Hua Ling asked at this time: "Do you want to cut it off?"
"No, that's it."
Fang Qitian stood up and looked down at what he had done to Hua Ling. Hua Ling bled a lot, and Fang Qitian also had a lot of blood on his clothes.
Perhaps because the victim didn't make any noise, Fang Qitian felt very relaxed. She walked to Maza and picked up the satchel dropped on the ground, took out the mobile phone inside, and checked the time.
It's still a few minutes until midnight.
Fang Qitian sat cross-legged next to Hua Ling who was lying on the ground, carrying his satchel. He took off the pendant from his neck and put it in Hua Ling's hand.
"I ate the cake in advance, so let's celebrate my birthday in advance. Speaking of which, I didn't give you any gifts, but you gave me a lot of things."
Fang Qitian laughed at himself again: "I'm afraid the gift will have to wait for another life, because I have nothing to offer."
In the last two minutes, Fang Qitian left her cell phone with Hua Ling. She walked to the edge of the rooftop and stepped to the outermost edge. She set the timer for her cell phone. The alarm would go off at twelve o'clock. The ringtone was a song that Fang Qitian had listened to since she was a child.
Great song.
When Fang Qitian turned his back to the rooftop and prepared to jump off, Hua Ling's injuries began to heal.
"If I can carry my memories with me to the next life, I will definitely concentrate on being myself and not be restricted by anyone. In my world, there are only people I trust and myself."
After Fang Qitian said this, her cell phone rang, and she jumped down.
Fang Qitian couldn't hear any sound, and couldn't see the light with her eyes closed. The huge impact after landing was painful, and she lost consciousness in a short time.
Fang Qitian, who turned into a spirit body, saw her embarrassed body, but then she saw her body floating and came to the rooftop. Fang Qitian saw Hua Ling with no wounds on her body, wearing clothes soaked in blood, and her hands
There was the pendant and Fang Qitian's mobile phone in it.
Fang Qitian's body disappeared and must have been put away by Hua Ling. Hua Ling glanced at Fang Qitian floating in the air and said with a smile: "Happy birthday, kid."
"Happy birthday, uncle."
Fang Qitian saw the revolving lantern on the way down to the underworld. She frowned and watched the revolving lantern. Looking back on her ugly life, she found a few more ugly faces.
"Have I ever been sexually molested when I was a child? I have forgotten it."
"This boy turns out to be so ugly and disgusting."
"It turns out that my disfigurement is so ugly."
"Sister Yu Xia...I still haven't been able to wait for her to return to China."
"Here I go, I was actually verbally harassed by my cousin."
"Who is here?"
"Who is this again?"
"I remember the scene is not like this. Could it be that my memory is confused?"...
Fang Qitian looked at the revolving lantern and thought he was watching a TV series. He kept expressing his opinions and was so talkative that even Black and White felt helpless.
Fang Qitian was brought to the gate of the underworld by Black and White Wuchang. She saw the grandness of the gate of hell, and many dead souls were led into the underworld by other Black and White Wuchang.
But when Fang Qitian was taken into the hell gate, a hand suddenly stretched out from inside the door and pinched Fang Qitian's neck.
Black and white Wu Jian held the hand, trying to let it go, but to no avail.
Fang Qitian was pushed back and gradually moved away from the gate of hell.
"What... what... the situation..." Fang Qitian was pinched by the neck and felt uncomfortable as he didn't know what to do.
The owner of that hand walked out of the hell gate. He was a bronze-skinned man with pure black hair and dark red pupils.
Black and White Wuchang wanted to stop the man. While holding him, he called out his name: "Master Bo Xun, she is just a brat, what are you doing?!"
Fang Qitian squinted his eyes slightly in discomfort, watching the man pinch his neck while laughing. He looked particularly enjoying it.
"Bo...Xun...?" Fang Qitian had the impression that he was the devil in Buddhism and the descendant of Hua Ling, but why did he pinch himself?
Bo Xun pressed his forehead against Fang Qitian, his eyes widened: "How embarrassing, Fang Qitian."
Embarrassed? Why do you say that? Fang Qitian was pinched so hard that he couldn't think. She slapped Bo Xun's hand, trying to get him to let go.
"Why don't you try killing your parents?"
"What does this have to do with... you..."
At this moment, Bo Xun is a madman in Fang Qitian's eyes. He inflicts violence on ghosts who are powerless for no reason. He is a madman and a pervert. He is truly a devil.
Bo Xun had no intention of letting go, and Fang Qitian wouldn't die again anyway.
Just when Fang Qitian rolled his eyes and was about to faint, Bo Xun was suddenly attacked by a force and took a few steps back. When he looked at Fang Qitian with wide eyes, Fang Qitian fell to the ground, but there was a faint circle around him.
golden light.
In an instant, Fang Qitian disappeared.
Black and White Wuchang panicked for a moment. The ghost in front of the ghost gate disappeared. If he couldn't explain this clearly, he would be blamed by Yama and Master Zhong.
"What are you afraid of? I can just go with you. I was the one who caused it anyway." Bo Xun made a sound, waved his hands after hearing the black and white discussion, and thought he had walked into the gate of hell in a cool way.
Black and White Wuchang shrank behind Bo Xun. Before the two of them completely entered the ghost gate, they looked at the place where Fang Qitian disappeared. They didn't know who took Fang Qitian away.
Those who have this ability are the gods or regional gods.
Fang Qitian woke up in a gray place. After standing up and looking around, she suddenly saw a man wearing glasses who looked very bookish.
"excuse me……?"
"Long time no see, Fang Qitian."
"...Long time no see? Do I know you? Who are you?"