Seeing the black angel raising his arms, the four were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they involuntarily stepped back step by step.
Suddenly, the four bodies trembled violently and twisted, and they screamed in pain.
One of them tried his best and shouted in a hoarse voice: "No, I am yours, not hers..."
Approximately I want to say that he belongs to the Black Angel.
But the black angel responded calmly: "It's too late."
He floated in the air as if still, looking down at the four mortals whose bodies were twisted into human shapes and becoming more and more painful.
"Ah" screams of extreme pain continued to sound.
The naughty child's mother immediately covered the child's eyes with her hands, and she did not dare to look any further.
The girl who was beaten stared at everything in front of her, watching the four people covering their faces with their hands.
Blood marks appeared in the middle of the front of their faces, and then slowly cracked, just like the ground that had been torn apart and exposed magma.
Their faces, no, their entire bodies were being torn apart. . .
The gap in the middle is getting bigger and bigger, and you can see something translucent inside is squeezing out.
As the bright red blood splashed out, a translucent thing squeezed out of the body like an insect that had shed its shell. . .
As soon as this thing left the body, it quickly became clear.
This is what it originally looked like.
Could it be that the soul was separated from the inside?
There is not a trace of the four souls, but from the waist down, they are all green smoke.
They turned their heads slightly sluggishly and glanced at the body behind them that was still screaming sharply.
The front of them was open like a knife, and all kinds of internal organs could be seen with bloody flesh and blood.
The four fleshy bodies finally stopped making sounds that were no longer human, and fell to the ground with a "plop", and were subsequently shrouded in gray mist.
"Go to your underworld."
The black angel waved his hand lightly, and the four translucent souls with dull expressions immediately flew up like pieces of paper, drifting quickly into the distance until they disappeared.
The attacker who escaped was trembling with fear.
The girl who was beaten was obviously frightened, staring at all this, looking at the souls that had drifted away and disappeared, and then looking at the place where the four of their bodies fell, although they could no longer be seen on the ground.
This scene is really difficult for ordinary people to accept.
Her lips trembled slightly: "I, I didn't know it would be like this, I didn't know it would be like this..."
"The ugly souls should be eliminated.
The reason why they attack you is that they are not satisfied with this place, so sending them back is what they want.
Otherwise, they should enter purgatory and let the fire burn them up."
The black angel has no mercy and He said slowly and emotionally: "Now you can choose, whether to rest in peace or go on."
Either wait calmly and disappear into ashes, or embark on the road to rebirth, but this road should not be easy.
If you fail, you will fall into the magma and be burned to ashes.
Survival is a human instinct that no one can resist.
"I'm willing to take the stairs, I'm going."
Cheng Qianxun mustered up the courage and gave the result resolutely: "Even if I fail, my soul is suffering in purgatory, which is better than lying quietly in a pile of corpses like a vegetative person, waiting to disappear. " The voice of the black angel sounded, solemn and calm: "Everyone will die sooner or later."
With a bit of uncontrollable excitement, she said nervously: "Then I would rather die later.
I would rather die in purgatory, suffering but still thinking and shouting; rather than just lie down and die quietly.
Maybe there is still hope of rebirth.
As long as there is a little hope, even if I fail and die only a few minutes later, I am willing to try."
People around me have expressed that they are also willing to embark on the road to rebirth.
The black angel raised his head, and the hat was still dark, as if there was nothing inside.
He faced the unimaginably huge open door: "Then go ahead and you can pass through the Gate of Hell."
Of the fifteen people, three were swallowed by the door, four were sent back to the eastern underworld, and only eight people remained.
The journey hasn’t even started yet, nearly half of them are dead, and I don’t know what the future will be like.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the people around him.
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They all walked towards the door with hope and fear.
She turned around and looked up at the black angel floating in the air, high above.
A black feather fell from the huge folded wings of the black angel and slowly floated down.
It happened to fall in front of her.
She stretched out her hand and caught the feather, which was as wide as her palm.
The feathers are so thick and long, like the outer feathers of a black swan, but very soft.
She pinched the lower end of the feather with her other hand and raised it towards the angel.
She felt a little stupid and said, "This is yours."
The black angel lowered his head, unable to see anything through the black hole in his hat: "No need."
Looking at the shiny but extremely soft black feather in his hand, Cheng Qianxun raised his head and asked the angel, for some reason, "Can you give it to me?"
The black angel lowered his head to look at her for a long time before slowly saying: "I want to use this to please me."
Cheng Qianxun suddenly smiled: "Maybe..."
The angel responded still indifferently and coldly: "But you won't get anything."
Cheng Qianxun smiled brighter and brighter.
Since he was going to die, wouldn't it be better to greet death with a smile than to cry.
She smiled and said: "Then I regard this as my lucky charm.
If I fail and fall into purgatory, it can burn to ashes with me.
At least you gave me a chance.
I should thank you, no?"
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Angels have no voice.
Cheng Qianxun turned around, took two steps towards the door and then looked back: "I want to die, or I want to find a way to live as much as possible.
Can you bless me and give me a little more hope?"
"No" was the angel's reply, curtly rejecting her.
Cheng Qianxun didn't know why, but wanted to see this angel again.
He was murderous and cruel, but he always had principles: "Then can we meet again?"
After a long time, the angel replied using the words she originally said: "Maybe" Cheng Qianxun smiled calmly, said "thank you" sincerely as a farewell, then turned and walked towards the door.
Step by step, the huge door towering into the sky is getting closer and closer.
She lowered her head and looked at the black feather she was holding in her hand.
It was inconvenient to hold it in her hand all the time.
She might encounter some terrible threat later.
Such beautiful feathers, they will definitely get damaged if stuffed in your pocket.
After thinking for a while, she pulled up her collar, inserted the feather into her bra, close to the left side of her heart, and continued walking forward.
She couldn't think of anywhere else where she could put the feathers without getting them ruined.
Suddenly, I heard the soft but cold magnetic voice of the angel behind me: "After entering, go up the stairs.
Don't step back, don't stay too long, the time given is very short, go straight forward."
The angel reminded her of something.
She turned around happily and looked at the black angel still floating in the air.
The angel in the sky is still so shockingly noble and cold: "Don't stay on the second level; stop on the third level, you can drink, but don't bet."
After the angel finished speaking, he said nothing more and stayed in the air, looking like a very beautiful but also a bit dark picture.
"Thank you."
Cheng Qianxun smiled sweetly, took one last look at the angel with black wings, and continued to walk toward the door
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