Until the ninth bell fell, the lights in the entire city dimmed for a moment.
Then, a huge inscription on the underworld appeared on the sky.
The handwriting is old, as if it oozes from the yellow paper from a thousand years ago.
The lights in this city have been extinguished. From tonight onwards, all sentient beings will hear their judgment.
The wind picked up among the tall buildings.
The wind contains paper money, incense ashes, the smell of disinfectant, the smell of wet earth, and the smell of ashes that cannot be burned in the cremator.
Shen Li stood on the abandoned overpass, looking down at the entire city.
There was already a strong aura of death surrounding him.
Chen Xuanzhou stood beside him, with half a pen between his fingers, his sleeves rustling in the wind.
In the distance, the White Tower Hospital lights up with impermanent lights.
Further away, the station announcement came from deep in the subway tunnel.
Shen Li asked: "All nine Cao Cao are out?"
Chen Xuanzhou said: "There is still one seat left."
"Who?"
Chen Xuanzhou looked at him and did not answer immediately.
The wind is getting colder.
At the end of the city, the sound of a gavel hitting the desk came from the direction of the Old City.
A sound.
Twice.
Three sounds.
It's like someone sitting in the dark, finally waiting for the day of court.
Shen Li smiled, his voice hoarse.
"Let's go."
Chen Xuanzhou asked: "Where to go?"
Shen Li raised his hand and pointed at the city where the lights were extinguishing.
"Go and overturn their desks."
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