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And Yin Meng, who was sitting by the stretcher and still munching on snacks.

Clearly, their companions they spent every day with had just died, yet they acted as if nothing had happened.

Tan Wenbin had guessed some of it, but Yin Meng was completely unaware.

However, those who could form a Red Line bond with Brother Xiao Yuan were long accustomed to entrusting their lives and beliefs between life and death.

If Brother Xiao Yuan ordered them to die, it meant a situation where dying was inevitable, so they would line up to die obediently.

Seeing Brother Xiao Yuan's calm demeanor, though Ah You was already dead, it was hard for anyone to feel truly sad.

Run Sheng was even snoring.

Going with emotions rather than using one's head surely allows one to lead a lighter life.

At the dock, Zhao Yi felt some regret; if his condition persisted, he could die more heroically and dramatically than Ah You did before.

Right now, just clumping into a ball of deathly energy and smashing down, while exciting, it was too quick, ending before any flavor could be savored.

"Splish splash…"

A black silhouette appeared, not towering but undeniably shocking.

Its hooves stepped onto the pier, and its gaze pierced from the shadow, fixed on Zhao Yi.

With teasing and mockery, it clearly held grudges.

Zhao Yi also figured out who it was; though it had turned black and grown larger, it was no longer the slender white one.

"Judging people by their appearance, I merely imitate; if you're upset, you should vent at that person."

The shadow lifted its hoof, gathering enormous pressure, while Zhao Yi, whom death was gradually swallowing, would soon be utterly eradicated beneath it.

No fear, no dread, no resentment.

Surnamed Li, even if this gamble is wrong, you have to die with me; I'm not at a loss.

Since heading up Yellow Springs Road towards Ghost Gate, don't bother burning Papermen for me; I've got two unwed wives, unlike you.

Hmm?

Zhao Yi turned back, glancing behind.

From the bottom of my heart, talking about Yellow Springs Road and mentioning Ghost Gate here always feels odd.

Isn't the Ghost Street I'm on now exactly Yellow Springs Road?

As for Ghost Gate… Zhao Yi's gaze locked onto where the table was set up by Li Zhiyuan.

But fate isn't really in our hands; do you truly believe that Great Emperor would sacrifice for you and us?

Li Zhiyuan raised his hand, slammed it onto the table, and declared sternly:

"Suppress!"

Before the awaited hoof could fall, that shadow was first subdued by a powerful force, pinned to the ground.

At this very moment, much like that past moment.

Different place, different form, unchanged state.

"Haha…"

Zhao Yi let out a laugh, leapt up, landed on the shadow, straddling it, facing the top of Ghost Street, pinpointing Tan Wenbin's position, his left hand forming scissors.

Tan Wenbin clasped his hands lightly, making a sound with his mouth:

"Snap!"

The suppression wouldn't last long, and Li Zhiyuan appeared weary.

The shadow stood, shook its head, tossing Zhao Yi skyward, catching him with its mouth, then chewing and swallowing.

Next, the shadow began to move forward, behind it, countless ghostly figures bound by lock chains began to surface, their numbers astonishingly vast.

"Brother Binbin."

"Hey, Brother Xiao Yuan."

"Your turn."

Tan Wenbin nodded, stepped forward, facing the advancing shadow, four beast-like forms emerged on his body, he whispered:

"Do you know who this guy is?"

"Good to know."

"I'm quite discontented on your behalf; you're all demon beasts, yet why are you so obscure while this guy's notoriety is so great?"

"Come on, let's go have a fight!"

Tan Wenbin charged ahead.

Li Zhiyuan looked at the Liang Sisters, asked: "Do you want to die for a bit?"

Liang Yan: "I…"

Liang Li: "This…"

Liang Yan and Liang Li asked in unison: "Do you have something certain up your sleeve?"

Li Zhiyuan: "If I did, your leader wouldn't have cursed me so furiously just now."

The sisters pondered briefly, then stepped out of the supply table's range.

It wasn't because they trusted Li Zhiyuan, nor considered it as "dying out of love" for Zhao Yi.

The affection wasn't impossible to die for; the main issue was Zhao Yi died so quickly and cleanly. Had he coaxed them beforehand, they'd have gone first; now this situation has left them hanging awkwardly.

Afraid, certainly, losing a potential partner does bring some sadness, but like the cookies Yin Meng was snacking on, it was all a bit thin and crispy.

Liang Yan: "If he's dead, we won't have any merit to restore our lifespan, we won't revert to youth."

Liang Li: "Scars can't be perfectly removed."

The sisters exchanged a look, both sighed, and rushed forward.

Tan Wenbin was struggling under the trampling pressure from the shadow; when the two women joined, the scene changed instantly, three people now being suppressed together.

The shadow hadn't shown its true form because it hesitates, opting for an obscured appearance, thus its strength was notably diminished compared to its true self, yet it still couldn't be compared to ordinary beings.

Without the suppression from Ghost Street's environment, it could slaughter its way through here with ease.

"Bang!"

Liang Yan was crushed into pulp.

"Bang!"

Liang Li followed in her sister's footsteps.

The sisters' current state was far from their peak, their swift and neat deaths were quite expected.

Tan Wenbin didn't hold for long either; after gathering power for a strike that made the shadow stagger back a few steps, a single tail swipe locked him down, then lifted him high, slamming him down fiercely.