Number Thirty-Seven

My name is Chen Mo, you can also call me Ye. The city-burning fire, number 037, was pushed into the fire scene after Wei Changfeng injected the original liquid of the plague ghost himself. I died but didn't leave. The chains take root from the palms, only binding evil people, and the cause and effect come back - Qian Fulai fell into the pit he dug, and Du Dabiao was swallowed by the oil barrel he lit. The groundbreaking ceremony was broadcast live online. The truth about Burning the City burst onto the big screen, and Wei Changfeng sneered: "The evidence is fake, you can't lock me up." Zhao Yan shattered the avatar behind him, revealing the crescent scar - I bit it. The chains finally tightened. He detonated the physical explosive, and I stood at the intersection of the three leads, twisted them, and dissipated. Before leaving, I saw Lin Mo's face. She said: "I'll wait for you." I didn't have time to answer. For seven days, the fragments of good thoughts fell against the wind of the underworld and returned to the key "0417". Reunited, the plague ghost was purified by the good core, and only 30% of the chains remained. Lao Du handed me the jade pendant of the Soul Crosser: "There is no end to the sin." In Songzhou, Pingjiang, and Nangang, the remnants of the party are still there. Crow looked at me from the depths of the underworld: "You save Su Hong and Shen He, when will you come to save me?" Under the water of Pingjiang River, his pale eyes slowly opened. The evil has not been purified, and the night has not ceased. Among the 372 voices, there is my own. Only 30% of the chain was left, but it was enough. As long as I can walk, I won't stop. My name is night. He died, but he didn't leave.