The evil ghost walks, ruthlessly harvesting lives one by one, with residual limbs and blood flying on the small [stage].

Under the stage, the people in the venue couldn't help but fell into a suppressed silence.

Fate is like play... play originally comes from fate.

"...The cruel fate has just begun. People who have been harmed by [evil ghosts] will also turn into evil ghosts and never be reincarnated."

The voice of the fortune teller's old woman was like a demonic sound urging people to die. People who had fallen in a pool of blood stood up one after another, their bodies covered with black energy, and their bodies began to become ugly...

People huddled in a corner of the small stage in fear, and the performance of the musicians at the venue suddenly seemed extremely strange.

"...the sound of hell."

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"ah……"

A child's exclamation.

The adults subconsciously covered her/his eyes and whispered comfort.

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Destiny... continues.

People in suffering began to pray for something. This is the only thing that those abandoned by fate can do when despair comes...

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Two figures were walking quickly around the venue... with their heads lowered, trying not to let anyone notice their presence - Sikong Zhaiyue and Zhao Huaian.

They noticed the [Red King] on the throne, who was exactly the same as the guy they saw entering the city at the beginning. However, among the [people] on the stage at this time, there were Wu Boss' brother Wu Youyuan and others.

This group of people made Zhao Huaian a little confused.

He knew what was going on. He only knew that something strange must have happened in Chicheng.

"What does evil ghost mean?" He suddenly looked at Sikong Zhaiyue and asked.

Sikong Zhiyue was somewhat afraid of Zhao Huaian at this time, "Evil ghosts are evil ghosts, what else can they mean?"

Zhao Huaian said calmly: "According to the theory of a missing school leader, alien species were originally human beings. Could this evil ghost drama itself represent something?"

Sikong Zhaiyue remained silent.

Zhao Huaian chuckled and said: "Suppose, we are all the same, but on this side of a foreign land, one day long ago, the [evil ghost] suddenly appeared, spreading despair to every corner. The dead will

People have also become evil ghosts - no, maybe they have already become evil ghosts while they are still alive."

"It's [Black Snow], not [Evil Ghost]." Sikong Zhaiyue said abruptly.

"Black Snow?" Zhao Huaian frowned, "What Black Snow?"

"According to legend, it was the curse placed by the Supreme Blood Demon after his death." Sikong Zhaiyue shook his head and said, "Don't ask me how I know this, because I don't know when or where I suddenly had this idea in my mind.

A piece of information - it feels like the old people have passed it down orally from generation to generation, and only one sentence of unclear meaning has been passed down, so intermittently that people can only guess."

Zhao Huaian was silent in thought.

Sikong Zhaiyue suddenly said: "It's almost done."

"About?" Zhao Huaian subconsciously looked at a magnificent temple in front of him, "It's still far away... Temple of Worship."

"No, what I'm talking about is..." Sikong Zhaiyue stared at the stage, "In the play of fate, the savior Red King is about to appear... Hey, how could it be her?"

"Who!" Zhao Huaian asked in a deep voice, subconsciously looking at the stage with a look of surprise, "[Xia Ji]? No... It's like Bai Zhi... No, it's not them. This is..."

He suddenly thought of something.

I heard Sikong Zhaiyue say in a deep voice: "[Godly Princess]... This is the real [Godly Princess]!"

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God Princess, Princess of the Gods.

On the stage, a girl with long bright green hair, holding a sharp sword, stood in the midst of suffering. People knelt and worshiped beside her... the petitioner.

"Darkness covers the earth, and the dawn of hope will eventually appear... Among you, there will definitely be a brave man who can truly save the world. He was born in the bright red flames, and he will eventually become your king!"

"Red King! Red King! Red King!"

On the stage, people chanted Wang's name hysterically.

"Red King! Red King! Red King!"

Under the stage, people were also calling Wang's name enthusiastically.

"...The king of salvation, on the black soil of despair, will eventually stand tall due to the call of all the people." The old woman's voice gradually became more and more passionate, just like the anchor aunt of a certain ethnic group, with her own inspiring buff.

"Red King, Red King! Red King!"

At this time, the Red Prince also shouted the king's name together with the people.

Prince Anukit even stood up at this time - Kira didn't know if this prince was just joining in the fun or if he was really so excited. Logically speaking, the festival should have gone through many places... His Royal Highness.

Princess Sha Xuesa seemed much quieter at this time, but her wonderful eyes would look at her from time to time. This made Qila's heart tighten, and she could only look at the stage dreamily, and also called the king's name.

Princess Chi was lost in thought, her eyes continuing to roam around, as if searching for something.

At this time, a bright red fire light illuminated the entire venue... In the stage world, the flames burned the earth, and the evil spirits in the flames became more and more violent.

I saw a naked figure on the ground, holding the body of a woman... A young man.

The young man's appearance seems somewhat similar to that of Prince Anukit. His wheat-like skin looks thicker and darker under the firelight. His purple-white hair has long been glued with sweat, and his face is covered in mud.

The boy looked even more embarrassed.

However, the evil spirit approached him.

The young man stretched out his hand to the sky with great effort.

In despair, the sky also wanted the young man to stretch out his [hand]... Above the fire, in the chaotic sky, a light and shadow slowly appeared, and the princess of God descended and handed the sword to the desperate young man.

"You...will become the king eventually."

"King! King! King!"

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"Ah... I hate this glimmer of hope. Isn't it nice to be in a land of despair?"

A faint voice remembered... a shadow as pale as fire, a shadow of cold fire.

Another dark shadow sneered: "Isn't this a normal plot? Whenever the world is in trouble, there will always be one or two saviors who stand up."

The cold fire shadow chuckled and said: "I remember that most of your collections are this kind of savior...Nyarlathotep?"

"Their dreams are the most beautiful." The dark shadow said calmly.

Lenghuo Shadow said disapprovingly: "It is better to destroy beautiful things. The more beautiful the thing, the moment it is broken, the fear and despair it generates are directly proportional."

The black shadow...Nyarlathotep glanced at Leng Huo casually and said calmly: "Then crush the dawn here."

Leng Huo let out a weird laugh.

Two seemingly invisible beings were looking down at... a figure on the ground who seemed to be a real evil ghost and was sneaking in the darkness - Sikong Ju!

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As if driven by something.

He instinctively hated the invisible feeling, as if his nerves were being pulled by threads... He always felt that something was quietly staring at him, lingering.

There seemed to be a huge, irreparable hole in Sikong Ju's heart, and a feeling of "hungry" spread, causing all the cells in his body to tremble uncontrollably.

This is a kind of spiritual hunger... so hungry that he keeps salivating... The [Dreams] of the group of Jinyi and killers who have been eroded by the [Thread of Fear] can no longer satisfy his hunger at this moment.

"Ah...I need more food."

The red city, the grand festival venue... On the periphery, two-headed lizards and black peak insect mutants like a rat tide are spreading...

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"King! King! King!"

Amidst the shouts, the king on the throne... [Red King] also stood up at this time. It stared closely at the young man on the stage holding the sword given by the princess, and opened his arms.

As if to welcome something.

The king of salvation is about to appear, and the play of fate will reach its climax.

The old fortune teller looked excited at this time, with a face like an old tree, and the wrinkled cortex trembled. She suddenly waved the crutch in her hand, and a ray of light shot towards the starry sky stage.

"The birth of a king!"

Like the people, she shouted the king's name.
To be continued...