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What kind of hell envoy, is it really a lie?Looking at the desk, the boy threw out the brush in his hand.

I actually pinned my hopes on this kind of legend that has no credibility at all. Has he been forced to such a point?

Burying his face into his palms, warm tears seeped from between his fingers and dripped onto the white paper the boy put on the desk.

On the white paper, there was a vivid painting of the other shore flower, which became somewhat blurred because of being wet with tears.

"Are you calling me?" The cold and hollow voice sounded in the room, and the boy who was immersed in his own world jumped up from the chair in fright.

"You, who are you?" The boy turned his head to look at the person who appeared out of nowhere, with the fear still in his eyes.

"I'm Ming," the voice replied, "I'm here to eliminate your resentment."

"Eliminate resentment?" The boy got up from the ground, threw himself at the desk, looked at the pair of flowers on the other side of the desk, and slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

"The legend is actually true, I saw that the Bianhua, which had been blurred because of the boy's tears, was as bright red as blood.

"Haha, God has eyes," the boy held up the painting and laughed like crazy, but with the tears on his face, he looked rather embarrassed.

"Quick, help me kill him, help me kill him," as if remembering something, the boy threw the painting on the table, threw himself in front of the figure, and shouted while grabbing her clothes.

"Your resentment has reached the level that can be entrusted, so are you ready to pay the corresponding price?" Ming said.

"The price, what price?" The boy let go of his hand and looked at her blankly, "Shouldn't you exile the person I hate to hell?"

"Shouldn't that kind of person die? Why should I pay the price for that kind of person?" At the end, the boy obviously lost control.

"In this world, there is nothing that only needs to be rewarded and does not require you to pay any price."

"Injury is a double-edged sword. When you stab others, you also stab yourself. I am willing to eliminate the resentment for you. So, do you have the courage to pay the corresponding price?" Ming said.

"What price will I have to pay," the boy asked.

"A person has three souls and seven souls. After the contract is concluded, I will randomly extract one soul or one soul from your body. This choice can make your soul no longer endure torture after death."

"You can experience reincarnation like everyone else. As for the second choice, you can choose to pay the price after death."

"It's just that after you die, your soul will be trapped in the underworld, and you will have to suffer for a hundred years before you can be released. After that, how you choose will be up to you," Ming said.

"Shall I choose?" Looking at the girl who had been standing by the desk at some point, the boy unconsciously uttered a sentence.

"Your choice will determine whether the fate of you and others can rotate normally," Ming said, handing over the Bianhua in his hand.

The boy glanced at the empty white paper on the desk, and once again set his eyes on the bloody Bana flower in the other's hand, and reached out to take it over.

Yes, dream?The moment he took the Bianhua, the girl standing in front of her also disappeared.

But the Bianhua in his hand reminded him that all this happened for real and he was not dreaming.

"Pay the price? Here, take my soul away. I have had enough of this kind of world and this kind of life. I am willing to use my soul as the price of exchange, and exile the person I hate to hell Come on," the boy yelled.

"I have definitely received your choice, and I will bear your resentment on your behalf. The contract between you and me will be formally established at this moment," said the cold and dark words, looking at the Bianhua flower that was gradually condensing into reality in his hand, Slowly spit it out from the girl's mouth.

Is the contract established?Hearing the icy voice echoing in his ears, the boy felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He opened his clothes and found that a Bana flower was slowly blooming on his chest.

Go to hell, go to hell, lying on the ground, looking at the ceiling above the head, the boy kept repeating these words.

And his resentment seemed to flow out of his body along with the words he uttered.

where is this place?The young man rubbed his swollen temples and looked at this strange place. He didn't get up from the ground until he saw a figure not far away, and walked towards him.

"Who are you? What is this place? Why did I appear here? What is your purpose?" Looking at the figure with his back turned to him, the teenager threw a series of questions.

"I am Ming. This is the connection between the world and hell. You will appear here. I brought you here. As for the purpose, I want you to go to hell." Regarding the question raised by the young man, Mingdu gave the answers one by one.

"Hell? Haha, you've read too many boy comics, right?" The boy obviously didn't believe Ming's answer.

"If you want to play, just play slowly by yourself. I don't have time to play here with you," the boy said, looking around, choosing a direction, and started running quickly.

For him, everything here is strange, whether it is the scenery here or the figure standing among the flowers on the other side, so he has to leave this place as soon as possible.

"Tell me, is it your fault, let me go out of here quickly," the boy who changed countless directions but still returned to the original place shouted loudly.

"You can't get out from here. There is no place for you to go back to in that world. The place that belongs to you is here." The figure finally turned around, and the bloody eyes were glowing red.

And behind the boy, a black passage suddenly appeared.

As if aware of the strangeness behind him, the boy turned around abruptly, and then sat down on the ground with fear written all over his face.

I saw that in the passage, there were countless black giant hands waving, trying to pull him into it.

What the hell is this? The boy backed up a large distance with both hands and feet, before stopping.

And when he looked up, what he saw was a pair of bloody eyes, the boy screamed, got up from the ground and ran out.

And when he stopped again, it was still those red eyes that met him. Until this moment, he had no choice but to believe that what this person said to him before might be true.

Hell, will he be sent to hell?Why?Why did he go through such a thing, what did he do wrong to be treated like this.

"Please let me go back, let me leave this place," the young man threw himself at Ming's feet, tugged at her trousers, and begged.

"Let me go back, please, I don't want to die, I don't want to go to hell, please, let me go."

"If I do something wrong, I will definitely correct it, please give me a chance, give me a chance to correct my mistakes, okay?"

"Do you have any last words to say?" Ming didn't give him any response to the boy's entreaties.

"Last... words," looking at the neatly arranged pens and papers in front of him, the boy's head was a little dazed for a moment.

"Who wants to write some last words? I'm not dead yet. Why do I want to write something like this? I warn you, let me get out of here."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will do something," the young man stood up from the ground, grabbed Ming's collar, and said viciously.

At this moment, he has forgotten his fear, and the desire for life dominates all his thoughts and actions.

"Do you have any last words to say?" Ming repeated his question, ignoring the boy's actions and threatening words.

"Let me go, let me go, I said let me go, don't you understand?" the boy shouted out of control.

"Do you have any last words to say?" Ming stubbornly repeated his question.

"Don't you understand human language? I said, let me go back quickly," the boy climbed up her neck with his hands that were holding her by the collar.

And with the ups and downs of his emotions, the hands placed on Ming's neck are gradually exerting force.

But in the face of the boy's actions, Ming's expression remained the same, and he didn't feel that he was out of breath because of being strangled by someone.

"Pleasure in hurting others, self-satisfaction in insulting others."

"Basing your own happiness on the pain of others, the happiness you get and the satisfaction you get are the marks of your hurting others."

"These imprints are engraved deep in your soul, and now is the time for you to pay the price for what you have done," Ming said.

At the same time as her words fell, a suction force came from the black passage, pulling the boy's body backwards.

"No, save me, I don't want to die," the boy's terrified roar was quickly drowned in the darkness.

"Your resentment has been eliminated," the cold words echoed throughout the space, and the Bianhua flowers in her hands suddenly scattered.

A red light burst out from it, and Ming stretched out his hand to hold it in his hand. I have definitely received the price you paid.

Taiguang, it seems that your luck is good, this price is actually in line with what you want in your heart, is it to escape forever?Then I will give you a lifetime of peace.

People have three souls and seven souls, one of which is indispensable. A person who has lost his fetal light will be like a walking corpse, no different from a dead person.