The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 90 - The Side of the Space
Cold and silent.
The sound of his footsteps sounded very clear, treading a puddle of thin water in a room called nothingness. There is no way in or way out because in fact the place is completely empty. Without walls, without ceilings, without barriers. Then there was a light so bright that the young man had trouble blocking him with his palm.
"So this is called the gate of death?" he muttered, smiling. "May'er and Grandpa must have passed it before me. Merely, am I going to end up in the same place as them?"
There was a poignant laugh, strangely he still remembered how the man had torn him like a vulture. He looked down and realized his body was now not as different as the last time before falling into the abyss.
The incisions and stabs revealed flesh and blood, even to the death Xue Zhan could still hear the voices that were abusing him. The instant he spewed out blood, was very much relentless. The pain he suffered during his life again gnawed and slowly became more and more apparent.
Xue Zhan roared, between the pain of the physical wound and the regret that pierced his chest. His feet kneeled, closing his ears as he hoped the human voices that were still swearing at him would stop immediately.
But the voice grew louder as the pain of the wound he felt grew. The young man's shout went up and was more like someone who was being stabbed by hot iron many times.
A voice sounded in his head.
"Didn't that hurt? Die in a terrible way If you want this suffering to end you must enter the Gate of Death."
That voice only sounded once. Both of Xue Zhan's shoulders trembled incoherently, he tried to reach the source of light with one hand. If he managed to enter the Gate of Death all this suffering would be over. His lips kept groaning in pain. Whereas before when in real life Xue Zhan did not feel this pain, just walking a few meters both of his legs fell to their knees.
"Aghhhh!!"
Now that he had been attacked by something invisible, Xue Zhan tried to see what was tormenting him and his eyes were slashed until he could see nothing more. Both of his eyes were bleeding, his mouth groaning in pain asking for anyone's help.
No one could save him from this hell, not a single one. Even if he were to completely awaken from this void, Xue Zhan knew he was more tormented with his real body before actually dying. All he could think of now was that his body was still falling into the depths of the abyss and was being slashed apart by the winds of the Gorge of Regret.
A powerful blow hit his back, Xue Zhan fell prostrate spewing blood back. His original body hit the tip of a huge tall rock right on his back, making his spine shatter instantly.
Strong winds from various directions continued to rush over, with Xue Zhan's blind eyes trying to find where the Gate of Death was. Just relying on his instinct alone, Xue Zhan reached a place and touched the door. He entered it without worrying whether it was the door of light or the door of darkness he entered.
*
"What's wrong with you? You look so scared."
In an enclosed room decorated with real human skulls with only illuminated by candles and fire torches the four ghosts gathered, one of which had just let out a sound, the Ghost from the North sat on his chair. Overlooking a large table and a long place where they often gather.
His interlocutor never answered, The ghost from the North turned to the other side where the female ghost seemed to be as anxious as the Ghost Gnaw.
Ghost Rose Thorn, a ghost who is quite beautiful during his life and has the nickname Rose Thorn which means that his beauty saves danger for any man who approaches or near him. The woman hadn't said a word since. But clearly visible urat anxiety in the line of a beautiful face typical of a noble.
"The two of you suddenly became sullen, hahahha. Did the rumor scare you?"
"Have you killed that demon?"
The Ghost Gnawer stared with his tail of eyes, growling and instantly grazing a single table. The whole cup and the candle were scattered. The Eleven-Finger Ghost caught the cup soaring into his face.
"If it is true why?! He killed my sister, but even killing her now my life is not calmer, it is overshadowed by his ghost ..."
Murmuring the man while walking back to his chair, the Thorny Rose Ghost lowered an eyebrow curiously.
"Holy ...? Whatchu mean? The devil is alive?"
"Who knows," said the Ghost Gnawed looking at the woman, "If not him then who made this mess?"
"First of all I will ask you, Ghost Blower," said the Eleven-Finger Ghost as he put his hands together on the table, a pair of eyes looking straight ahead at where the Ghost Blower sat.
"Are you the one who killed the disciples from the White Mist Cottage? Rumors spread very quickly, I heard them claiming to hear the knocking of the door and the dead body was eaten leaving only the skull and entrails."
The Ghost Borer momentarily laughed, "You believe it's me?"
Those red eyes were filled with hatred, the Eleven-Finger Ghost chose to turn its attention to one more thing that was troubling his mind.
"The Ghost Rose Thorn," he called out which immediately made the beautiful ghost woman turn her head sharply.
"One of the colleges fell victim to the massacre last night. Everyone mentioned the name Ghost Rose Thorn, and a paper containing a strange poem was placed on top of the corpse of the last elder."
The man had not fully asked and the Ghost Rose Thorn interrupted him first, "I will not act that rashly. After all the prey is just old geezer and children, since when did I hunt such a man?!"
Riding on the beautiful phantom black, its sharp nails moved gracefully. He will give the calculations to whoever did this lie.
"It's weird." The ghost from the North sat back down to his chair and crossed his thighs. "Before his death the demon was also accused, involving the name Ghost Jade Tower. If this was the devil's cunning deed, he would have gone mad. He lost face in front of everyone, killed his teacher and injured many people. There's no profit he's got."
"Who is this then?" The ghost of the gnawer couldn't wait to hear the next name he was about to kill.
"Nobody knows for sure. But this organization may be as dangerous as Red Fingers ..."
Eleven Finger Ghost got up from his chair and walked to the front of the stage room. The other three ghosts witnessed it in seriousness.
"I've heard of an untouchable criminal organization in the Qin Mountain area. And that verse also leads there. The rumored God of Death may have departed from his throne to eradicate his enemies."
He smiled cunningly, "The devil is already his target. Then ... Does the Ghost Jade Tower name fit into the Death God's hunting list?"