He suddenly felt endless panic, fell to the ground, and cried loudly.

The same cries kept coming, people were kneeling on the ground, and the whole city began to be covered by an invisible curse.

If ten people can exchange their own despair and hard work for one person's happiness and joy, then what will happen when the despair and hard work of these ten people are switched at a certain moment and concentrated on this one person?

That's horror.

It was a horror that this person had never experienced before, and could not even imagine.

It was as if there was just a vague and strange singing sound in my ears at first. I searched carefully but couldn't find it. But suddenly I found that the singing voice was getting louder and louder. I could hear it clearly without looking. In the end, there was overwhelming singing voice coming from all directions.

Come, I saw the demons crawling out of hell, the trembling smiles on their faces, and the countless demon apostles appearing in all directions, singing happily and praising this beautiful pure land.

Begins to be contaminated and devoured by demons.

Their spirits began to collapse, and this collapse affected the tall buildings and roads, and the entire sacred realm.

Like fine porcelain, it is being destroyed by brutal force.

...

When the entire sacred realm fell into a hellish panic, endless anger was ringing out in the sacred church.

They have tried every means to prevent this. Some people are rushing towards the holy shadow in mid-air desperately, and some people are summoning totems to try to snipe Scarlet. However, when this hymn of hell appears, the entire sacred realm is filled with

When they heard the cold and crazy singing, they found that they were facing a wave of hell that was sweeping across the sky and the earth. Even the totems they sent out felt unprecedentedly insignificant in front of this force. They even tried to resist and wanted to

Hurry and escape from this real hell.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Amidst the angry curses and endless panic, Wei Wei turned around easily with a heartfelt smile on his face:

When he said these words, he looked through the well-dressed but panic-stricken crowd to those at the lower level, who were half-clothed and almost deprived of their human identity.

There, many people had smiles on their faces for the first time.

The songs in hell are louder and more beautiful, and endless souls of injustice wander around

between cities.

With this as a background, Wei Wei felt a real happiness, as if something that was bothering him had been shattered, and he stepped up a level.

The Scarlet Seventh Person.

In this endless demon, in a world where the eyes of countless desperate people are intertwined, he was promoted to a symbol.

He has walked through the corners of various cities in the sacred realm before, leaving countless bloody footprints, and now, all these footprints have begun to pave the way for him to reach a higher level.

...

In a certain mysterious space, someone used a quill to record it. When he said these words, he was even a little moved.

Puzzled voices also sounded:

The recorder just laughed:

...

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In the second city's defense line, Ye Feifei didn't know why her heartache suddenly changed into an expression of relaxation and relief. She didn't quite understand why her mood experienced such a change.

But as the housekeeper by the door seemed to hear something, the door leading to the study at the deepest part of the manor was opened.

Whether it was Ye's father, Ye's mother, cousins, or even his younger brother, they all stood up nervously, but the housekeeper signaled that only Ye Feifei should go in alone.

Ye Feifei was also a little uneasy, and because of the inexplicable change in mood, she didn't want to enter the study.

However, now that she was here, she had no other choice. She could only suppress her mood, slowly stood up, and walked into the study in small steps.

Behind him, Father Ye's eyes suddenly became worried and regretful.

The moment he entered the study, Ye Feifei saw the mysterious old man. It was said that he had lived for 160 years, which was an amazing longevity.

However, unlike the immortal figure he imagined, lying on the big bed in the study room was actually a bloated, even deformed old man, or a monster.

It is very large, but this volume is indeed composed of layers of fleshy skin and pleats.

It was almost unrecognizable as a human form, so it could only lie on the bed. Under the peony-like flesh wrinkles, there were organs that looked like eyes, and it cast a pleased and kind look at Ye Feifei:
Chapter completed!