Gu Shengyin knew it was rit blocking her progress, and even within this, there was the handiwork of the Heavenly Dao.
In the depths of her Divine Soul, she could hear the rumbling voice of Lei Ting, which was the Heavenly Dao stopping her actions.
But having co to this point, how could Gu Shengyin possibly give up?
She let out a cold snort, and a Divine Soul Power stronger than the Grim Reaper burst forth, destroying all obstacles with crushing force, and strongly wiped away the mark on the beam of destiny’s light.
It was the power belonging solely to the essence of her soul.
Then, word by word, she inscribed a new mark on the golden beam of light:
"Qiao Zhihe, male, renowned Painter. Wealthy and peaceful life, died at eighty."
On another fine thread, the na Ho Qing appeared: Ho Qing, female, committed countless evils in life, died at thirty-one.
Gu Shengyin was almost forcibly withdrawn.
She looked up at the sky above her, always the calm and cold Underworld sky, now filled with rolling dark clouds and the rumble of thunder, as if sothing was exploding with imnse fury.
Gu Shengyin knew the Heavenly Dao was angry, but what did it matter?
Wasn’t the Heavenly Dao only concerned with fate?
The thing she wanted to do was already done.
Scarlet blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, and it felt as if there was a raging fire burning inside her, and at the sa ti, icy cold winds were slicing through her organs.
It was the Heavenly Dao punishing the Grim Reaper who dared to defy it.
Gu Shengyin sensed her life and power rapidly draining away. She closed her eyes in weariness: "System, exit this world."
...
At the sa mont, both Qiao Zhihe and Ho Qing sensed sothing amiss.
It felt as if sothing quietly departed from their bodies.
Qiao Zhihe looked at a drop of bright red paint on his paper, pursed his lips, and threw the nearly complete painting into the wastebasket.
And Ho Qing, standing guard by that man’s window, received a call from the police — without the protection of rit Power, her coarse and inadequate criminal thods were easily exposed.
Ho Qing was taken away by the police.
But before they had ti for interrogation, the police car carrying this pri suspect in a series of murders t with a car accident.
What was most astonishing was that the police officers in the car only suffered emotional injuries, while the female suspect died on the spot.
Later, evidence was conclusive; all those cris were indeed committed by this woman. People who knew the whole story said it was karma.
This person had committed so many misdeeds that even heaven could not tolerate it.
Qiao Zhihe also saw this news. The first thing he thought of was to share it with Sister Death.
But he hadn’t seen Sister Death for a long ti.
Sister Death said she had very important matters to handle in the Underworld and wouldn’t be back for a long ti.
But how long would this ’long ti’ be?
The fourteenth of July, the day the Ghost Gate opens.
However, in the city, few people believed in this.
The light turned green.
Qiao Zhihe walked across the pedestrian path, intending to buy so of his usual paints from the store across the street.
"Ah!" There was a scream, and he turned to see a car seemingly with failed brakes heading straight towards him at an unavoidable speed.
It’s over.
At this mont, he thought, now he could et Sister Death.
But sothing strange happened with the car; just before it would have hit him, the tires suddenly skidded, turning abruptly towards the landscape greenery.
Qiao Zhihe suffered not a scratch.
Looking at the car, he felt as if sothing had left his body for a brief mont.
——
Eighth of the five night watch periods. There will be more extras in this world. Good night, everyone~
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