Chapter 1579: It's all Hearing Hearing Li Ang's fault!

"Still don't understand?"

Looking at the directors with doubts in their eyes below, the Faceless One couldn't help but laugh lightly, then reached out and pointed in the direction of the Third Director.

"The words Lord Third said just now were not for you to hear, but specifically for me."

"? ！！!"

Amidst the confusion and misunderstanding of the cleaners, or the drastic changes in their expressions, the Faceless One smiled and explained:

"Lord Third's words were reminding me that if I don't solve you first, but go to the real world directly, I will definitely die even if I go. He wants to force me to fight you first... or perhaps he has the intention of luring me into making a move."

After looking at the Third Director, who had a dark face and was stirring the pot vigorously, the Faceless One slowly put away the smile on his face and said coldly with an expressionless face:

"You are not familiar with this dead man from thousands of years ago, but I am different... When he almost killed all the True Gods in the four great and nine small thirteen planes back then, he didn't just rely on force, but also on a despicable and insidious personality.

Although I don't know what's in that pot, based on my understanding of your Director, if I approach rashly, there will definitely be no good things!"

"..."

Damn! This animal actually learned to be smart after dying once!

His plan was completely seen through, the Third Director had no choice but to stop the spoon that was stirring the pot non-stop, then reached toward the Cancer Director's belly, and pulled down two black demons that were the same style as the coffin-carrying ones.

And after throwing the bubbling big pot to the two hidden demons, signaling them to chase after Hearing Hearing Li Ang and Edward, the Third Director couldn't help but knit his brows and roar at the directors who turned their heads to look at him one after another:

"What are you all staring at me for? You little brats have been cowardly for so many years, how would I know you suddenly stood up this time?"

"..."

"What are you still staring at me for? Do it! Kill it!"

"Pop!"

Accompanied by a light sound like a water bubble bursting, Edward, who was about to rush to the Gate of the Dead, couldn't help but be stunned, then looked down at his heart.

The bubble left by the Pisces Director earlier to protect himself and Hearing Hearing Li Ang had already broken.

Looking at the bubble that lost its color after breaking and finally disappeared with the biting cold wind of the Dead World, Edward couldn't help but close his eyes, knowing that the Pisces Director was probably gone... no, maybe even more than the Pisces Director.

Looking at the golden footprint on Hearing Hearing Li Ang's coffin that had gone dark at some point, and those silver short nails that had lost their luster, Edward couldn't help but feel a sour nose, and a strange urge to cry out loud surged up.

There are two ways to strengthen the Twelve Palaces' secret arts. One is permanent, which can remain until the user dies, and the other is temporary, which can be lifted at any time, or... automatically expire after the user is killed.

Those who stayed behind are afraid they won't be able to come back.

After deeply realizing this, looking at the coffin that seemed to have given up struggling and no longer made any sound, Edward couldn't help but grit his teeth, and a strange anger surged in his heart.

Everything was fine just a moment ago! The Killing King Society was severely damaged, the real world was basically stable, everything was moving on the right track, everything... damn it!!! Even though he knew that entering the Dead World this time was a decision made by everyone together and not Hearing Hearing Li Ang's fault alone, looking at the few footprints on the coffin that had already turned gray, Edward's heart still couldn't control the surge of heavy hatred.

If this bastard hadn't become a director, and hadn't persuaded the Taurus Director and the others to come to the Dead World, but everything had remained the same, would the result be completely different?

If we hadn't come to the Dead World, but stayed in the real world, even if the Dead World still took the initiative to launch an attack, is it possible that so many people wouldn't have died?

If... if I could be a little stronger, or had chosen other main battle anomalous objects back then, is it possible that I could have stayed where I should be, instead of taking on this damn escort mission?

Stopping on the inner side of the Gate of the Dead, standing with a gloomy face for a few seconds, after countless "ifs" drifted through his mind, Edward couldn't help but raise his right foot and stomp fiercely on Hearing Hearing Li Ang's coffin lid twice.

And after venting the strange nameless anger in his heart, Edward, with a gloomy face, reached out his right hand, broke off the five knuckles at the end of his left hand one by one, and stuffed these knuckles stuck with countless threads into the hearts of the five demons one by one.

I don't know when it started, these few demons released from the Abdominal God Prison had already broken free from the control on their bodies and began to roar toward him with full hatred.

And this means that the Cancer Director, who holds the Abdominal God Prison, no longer has the strength to control these demons. At this moment, he is afraid that he has followed in the footsteps of other directors and can no longer see the sun of the real world.

It's all Hearing Hearing Li Ang's fault!

Biting off his right thumb and roughly stuffing it into the heart of the last demon to restrain this demon that wanted to throw off the coffin, Edward couldn't help but kick Hearing Hearing Li Ang's coffin again.

Since the first time I saw him, I knew this kid was not a good thing!

Controlling the six demons that were struggling non-stop, carrying Hearing Hearing Li Ang's coffin away from the Gate of the Dead, and disappearing into the gray thick fog that separated life and death, Edward, with a gloomy face, spat at the distant coffin, then broke his left hand with force.

Holding his left hand that had lost five fingers, he walked to the side of the Gate of the Dead and stuck it on, then walked to the other end, stuck his right hand that had lost its thumb on it, and pulled dense threads between the two gates.

The only thing more uncomfortable than having to protect someone you hate is that that guy actually saved your life!

And gritting his teeth and pressing his broken elbow against the thread, using force to force the sharp 【Thread Manipulation】 into his flesh and blood, and dyeing the threads tied between the two big gates red, feeling the aura of death rushing over from afar, Edward's incredibly ugly expression finally eased a little.

Read every word correctly!

I've paid back what I owed you this time! We are even!

"Hmm?"

Looking at the blood-colored threads spread throughout the Gate of the Dead, and the Scorpio Director staring at him behind the threads, the six blurred figures shrouded in black fog couldn't help but make a surprised voice in unison.

"You're not running anymore?"

"Heh."

Facing the Six-Faced Elephant-Deer's puzzled inquiry, the deathly pale Director Scorpio sneered, then raised his right foot, which had lost its shoe, and stepped on the blood-colored silk thread that had completely sealed the Gate of the Dead. Those sharp threads immediately sliced open his sole, staining it once again with a dim, blood-colored hue.

I never wanted to run!

Also, facing the barrier laid out by me sacrificing two palms and seven percent of my blood, even if you are strong, you have to... how is it possible?!

After taking out the silver carving knife and cutting it casually, looking at the threads in front of him that were cut off in an instant, fluttering down like red willow catkins, the six figures hidden in the black fog couldn't help but shake their heads in unison.

The posture was quite big, but the person is really not... hmm?

Vaguely seeming to have sensed something, the Carver who cut the threads retreated suddenly, wanting to avoid that inexplicable sense of crisis, but was half a beat slow in the end. His arm was kicked by a human right foot that suddenly stretched out, making a crisp sound of bone breaking!

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