It seemed as if the enthusiastic host was trying to keep the guests who said goodbye.

Reluctant to leave.

All the Chinese New Year are here...

"Woodman, you have to understand-I came here not for Lu Baiyan, but for you."

Huai Shi's words were gentle, but Woodman began to tremble.

In Huai Shi's hand, the alchemy fire rekindled, and the crystal clear fragment quickly contracted under forging, and finally turned into an exquisite crystal bullet and filled the King of Flies' bullet cabin.

The bullet box closed and the sound was crisp.

Huai Shi said: "Because I also have a gift for you."

"Its name is 'retribution'."

"What belongs to you, [retribution]!"

In this way, he solemnly raised his pistol, held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, closed one eye, just like a beginner, aiming straight towards the flashing phantom.

Point at his face.

Pull the trigger.

In this way, this greeting from the deepest part of hell is conveyed.

Tell him:

“—Mr. Vitali said hello to you.”

At that moment, the fire flashed away.

The loud noise tore the silence above the snowfield. Countless winds and snowstorms flew up in the roar and fell down. Under the cold night, in front of countless screens, countless people stood up in shock and looked at them with wide eyes.

Behind the gate of hell, Woodman tilted his head in a daze.

On that face that was indistinguishable to men and women, a big hole slowly emerged in the middle of his eyebrows. The phantom of nothingness was actually hit by this shot!

Twitching in delicate facial features.

There were cracking and shattering sounds.

The phantom suddenly flashed and spasmed, and countless cracks emerged from Woodman's body - and then, what sounded seemed to be a tragic cry that spread throughout the world.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In hell, on the border, in present.

At this moment, in almost every corner of the world, there were countless people, and there was a distant and desperate scream in their ears.

Under the sun, in the moonlight, on the wasteland, in the city, in front of cattle and horses, and in the TV screen, more often, more parasitic people's eyes, a figure of pain suddenly appeared.

Either old, or young, or male or female.

Everyone's eyes are different, but everyone can tell that it was a black-haired Roman, and his expression... seemed to be filled with indescribable despair and pain!

And in the deepest part of the land of nothingness, a sarcophagus covered with layers of matrix, a body connected to countless cables began to spasm violently.

Open your empty eyes.

Roaring loudly.

The viscous blood swelled from his mouth and nose, activated, and wandered like a snake in the anticorrosive liquid.

The turbulent source substance leaked, turning the entire sarcophagus storage into a distorted demonic realm.

That is the ravage from the road of change, taking good and evil as the spear, despair and happiness as the poison, targeting human nature, people know the curse and punishment imposed by themselves!

Curse from the evil god!

Once in the moment of contact, it spreads rapidly through the phantom, spreading to every host, absorbing the host's source material and interfering in reverse on Woodman.

In an instant, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions...

When countless tiny pains overlap, they will turn into a torrent of despair.

Finally, in front of Huai Shi, the screaming phantom suddenly stiffened.

From the bullet holes on the forehead, the cracks had completely spread throughout the body.

The harsh sound of glass breaking sounded.

We are facing a collapse.

What lights up from under the gap is the cold light reflected by countless mirrors, and each broken mirror reflects a projection of Woodman.

And when those countless mirrors gather together, the light intertwined, a thin figure faintly reflected.

Long gray hair, murderous intent.

Old and cold.

There was nothing in the dark pupils except the trembling darkness!

Unlike the tenderness and kindness left to the younger generation, that is one of the true essences of the path to change, the true collection of all evil thoughts of human nature.

——Black God Vitali!

"It seems that someone has come to pick you up."

Huai Shi smiled and waved goodbye: "Go along the way, I wish you... well, have a good time?"

"Huai Shi!!!"

The boy's roar was harsh.

He rushed out of hell regardless of everything and reached out to grab Huai Shi's face.

But then, the movement quickly solidified.

Only a wicket away.

freeze.

Huai Shi's smile did not change, she raised her right hand and looked towards the hideous face...

Raise your middle finger!

"goodbye."

In an instant, countless mirrors appeared in the air, reflecting Woodman's appearance, overlapping and shrinking each other, quickly collapsed inward, and returning to a small point.

Finally, it fell into the hands of the Black God.

Hold tightly.

Without saying anything more, the incomplete black god glanced at him deeply, turned around and disappeared into the world in the mirror. Soon, the strange giant mirror expanded again, directly swallowing the gate of hell, and then turned into a illusion light to scatter.

On the snow field, only the whistling wind was left.

In the long and long silence.

The whole world was stunned and stared at the sudden change that happened in a flash.

Unbelievable everything in front of you.

Woodman, dead?

it's over?

Or is this an illusion of golden dawn?

One of the opponent's conspiracy?

Or is this actually true?

The many remnants of the present situation, borders, hell, the ideal country, the governing bureau, the expiration court, even the five major genealogies, the golden dawn in hell, and even more countless snoops, were all stunned.

Unable to understand.

The brain is blank.

All I feel is the shock and shock coming from the depths of my soul!

Huai Shi stood in the flying snow, silently looking at the night sky, the countless shining stars and the gorgeous aurora extending from the horizon.

It is as if you can see the glory and glory of the past, and you are focused and calm.

Silent smile.

“Tomorrow is a good weather.”

He sighed in anticipation and turned around and left.

Only countless silent probes were left to witness the ending after the dust settled.

This is the victory belonging to the heavenly lineage.
Chapter completed!