In hell.

The "god" holding the scythe just leaned forward, and Nite was so frightened that he backed away. He even forgot what he came to do. He forgot about his hatred, forgot about resurrecting his mother and the people in the town, and was left with nothing but

The body's instinct is to run away.

Because the existence in front of me is so terrifying, it makes people feel like a domesticated poultry, seeing a butcher holding a butcher knife outside the animal pen.

"Nite!"

However, the other party stopped calling Nite's name.

This forced Nite to stop.

"God" spoke again.

"I gave you a new form, so that you are still alive even if you lose your body, so that you still retain your mind and consciousness."

"It was I who allowed you to escape from the curse of purgatory, and protected you from the eternal hanging curse and the burning fire of purgatory."

Only then did Nite understand why he survived, and he asked at a loss.

"Why did you save me?"

"God" said: "Because you are my believers!" Nite was stunned. Although these words came from the mouth of a terrible god of death wielding a sickle, they inexplicably made Nite feel like he had nothing.

to warmth.

Nite asked again: "Then why don't you save other people in the town?"

"God" said: "I have saved you, otherwise why would they appear in your body?"

"It's just that for what you pay, you can only get so much."

"There are some things that you need to pay for yourself, rather than relying entirely on gods."

The King of Hell asked him again: "Nite, you came to my kingdom, what do you want this time?"

"Then, what can you give?"

Nite quickly said: "I want to resurrect my mother and the people in the town. They seem to be dead, but they are alive in my body." The King of Hell said: "They are already dead and have become

ghost."

"But I can meet your request, but you have to pay the price."

Nite asked: "What can I do for you?"

King of Hell: "It's very simple, you just need to open the bottle in your body and give me enough ghosts."

As soon as he finished speaking, light flashed in Nite's body.

He lowered his head and looked, only then did he see that his body was gradually becoming transparent, and there was something like a bottle deep inside his body.

As for his mother and everyone in the town, it is better to say that they are contained in that bottle than in his body.

Nite didn't quite understand: "What is enough ghost for you, and what is this bottle?"

The King of Hell told Nite: "It is my artifact. In order to save you, I put it in your body."

He looked at Nite with scrutiny, and his tone was full of expectation. "Nite, I have high expectations for you! After saying that, he pointed to Nite's chest.

"I have given you the power of an apostle, but you haven't learned how to use it yet. I will tell you later."

"When the time comes, you will become my apostle, my spokesperson in the world. You can turn people into ghosts and send them to my kingdom." "And that bottle, it is my preparation for your next step.

.” Nite didn’t understand something.

But he thought about it carefully and realized that turning a living person into a ghost was equivalent to killing someone, right?

He quickly said: "I can't kill others just to resurrect my mother and the people in the town. I can't do it."

But the King of Hell told him: "You can think about it differently. This is just to guide believers in hell to return to the kingdom of God, and it is also to send villains to hell to be punished."

"Everyone is mortal, life is only a part of death, and the world after death is longer and more real."

"Some people receive God's blessing after death, while some people do not."

"so."

"It's not important

It’s life and death, but God’s protection.”

Nite should be special to the King of Hell.

Because he actually allowed Nite to visit his kingdom of God.

Nite saw that everything was in order in the city of the dead, and the ghosts seemed to be living the same life as when they were alive, or even better than when they were alive.

The King of Hell said: "I am in charge of the kingdom of the dead. The more pious a person is, the more gifts he will receive."

Nite also saw the scene outside the wilderness of the City of the Dead, where hungry ghosts wandered endlessly, advancing in the wind, frost, ice and snow without end.

The voice of the King of Hell came, followed by the howling of the cold wind. "Look, Nite!"

"And those who do evil will only get this fate." "Don't you want to send those guilty people, your enemies, here?"

"Let them taste eternal hunger, eternal cold, eternal desolation and darkness?"

These words sound particularly tempting.

At least that's the case for Nite.

Nite seemed to have really thought of something, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at those lonely souls wandering forever in the darkness and desolation. It seemed that the other person's face overlapped with someone else's face.

"Yes, a truly great god should give such punishment to guilty people."

The God of Heaven of Wing Man did not respond to Nite's matter. It seemed that the God of Hell completely satisfied Nite.

Nite finally stopped at the core of hell. He saw the so-called most devout believers. They lived in splendid palaces and enjoyed the best of everything. They only had to pray to the gods every day.

Nite asked, "Don't they have to do anything?"

King of Hell: "They have no sorrow or pain. They don't have to do anything. They just have to live."

Nite stared blankly at the people in the distance: "Is it enough to just live?"

Finally, a look of envy appeared on his face: "That's really great."

Next.

Nite received the inheritance about the Death Lord. He knew how to mobilize the terrible power in his body. In addition, he also knew how to open the "bottle".

There are restrictions on opening the "bottle", and a complete ritual barrier must be arranged, with various requirements.

At least for now, Nite couldn't really open "Him". However, just by Nite mobilizing the power in his body, he was already shocked.

The power rolled up and turned into a storm, rising into the sky.

He said in shock: "I am so powerful."

Because he just waved his hand, all the ghosts that were originally uncontrollable flew out of his body and ran into the distance.

He can use the other party's perspective, or he can pour his own power into one of the ghosts, and he can turn it into an extraordinary legion by himself.

This is the power of the apostle, and "God" "lent" it to him. Sure enough.

"God" is so generous.

Nite returned to the human world.

It was already dawn at this time, and he was still hiding in his hut, kneeling in front of the ritual array and candlelight that had long been extinguished.

But when he opened his eyes and raised his head.

He is completely different now. "God" has opened the shackles of his power.

He stood up.

The robes in the form of the dead monarch were dancing, and his consciousness covered the surroundings, seemingly boundless.

The shadow beneath him twisted.

The spiritual field belonging to him began to spread covertly, and within that field he was the king.

More importantly, he could turn into the form of a god. His body under the black cloak condensed and formed little by little, and his feet fell out from under the cloak. He stepped on the ground and walked outside.

Nite walked out. He was wearing a cloak, took off his hood to reveal his face, and raised his head to soak in the sunshine.

He stretched

He took out his hand and felt the warmth of the light: "I can eat now."

He tasted the food outside: "I can eat." He drank a large bowl of water in one breath with excitement. For the first time, he felt that being able to drink water was so happy.

Two years ago.

He didn't know how many times he passed by mirrors and water and didn't dare to look at himself. He only dared to appear in front of people when night fell. He was afraid of everyone's sight and didn't dare to think about what he was.

Even if he wanted to cry, he couldn't shed tears, and if he wanted to scream, he could only make strange sounds that didn't belong to him.

And without his body, he felt as if his emotions as a human were receding with time.

This made him extremely frightened, but he couldn't find anyone to talk to. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
To be continued...