Ling Ye has only one word in his life - crazy.
He was crazy during his lifetime and was pushed down from the thirteenth floor by his brother.
After death, he became even crazier and smashed the heads of three ghosts when he landed.
Ergouzi said that this was a waste of time. At the bottom of the city, the devil eats the devil, and whoever is cruel will live.
Ling Ye said let's see who eats whom.
There was a sinister talisman knife inserted into the back of the stone ram, and no one dared to pull it out for thirty years.
Ling Ye reached out and pulled it out, black blood spurting on his face.
Shi Gang knelt down: "From today on, I'm with you."
Cui Ming hid in the ruined temple for fifty-seven years without raising his head: "Don't cause trouble."
Ling Ye slapped the talisman knife in front of him: "I've already provoked him."
Three months later, Huangquan Road changed its surname to Ye.
One year, the city of Fengdu was filled with blood.
The demons from the Eighteenth Level of Hell knelt on the ground and called him "Night Demon".
But he was not satisfied yet.
Because the brother who called him "Brother Ye" has not been found yet.
Zhang Lei, wait.
This time, I'll push you.
