Gu Sheng knew that it was merit that hindered her progress. Even among them, there was the writing of the way of heaven.

She can hear the sound of thunder in her soul, which is the way of heaven to stop her behavior.

But how could Gu Shengyin give up?

She snorted coldly, more powerful than the God of death, broke out, destroyed all obstacles, and forcefully wiped out the mark on the light of destiny.

It's just the power of her own soul.

Then, word by word, she wrote a new mark on the golden light column:

"Qiao Zhihe, male, famous painter. He died at eighty when he was rich and happy

On another thin line, the name of He Qing appeared: He Qing, female, who had committed countless crimes and died at 31.

Gu Shengyin was almost forced out.

She looked at the sky above her. It was always a quiet and cold underworld. The sky was full of dark clouds and thunder. Something seemed to be breaking out in a strong anger.

Gu Sheng knows that the way of heaven is angry, but what does that matter?

Isn't the way of heaven only recognizing fate?

She's done what she's going to do.

There was bright red blood left from her mouth, as if there was a fire burning in her body, as if the cold winter wind was cutting her viscera.

That's the way of heaven punishing the God of death who dares to disobey himself.

Gu Sheng was aware of the rapid loss of her life and strength. She closed her eyes wearily: "system, leave the world."

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At the same time, Qiao Zhihe and he Qing both noticed something wrong.

Seems to have something, quietly from their own body left the same.

Qiao Zhihe looked at the drop of bright red paint on the painting paper, pursed his mouth, and threw the whole picture, which was about to be finished, into the waste paper basket.

He Qing, who was standing in front of the man's window, received a phone call from the police. Without the protection of merit and virtue, she could not conceal her simple criminal methods.

He Qing was taken away by the police.

But before it could be tried, the police car carrying the most important suspect in the serial homicide was in a car accident.

The most amazing thing is that the police in the car were only hurt by love, but the female suspect was killed on the spot.

Later, the evidence was confirmed, and all the cases were committed by this woman. The masses who knew all this said that this was retribution.

This man has done so much evil that he can't even look down on God.

Qiao Zhihe also saw this news. When he saw it, the first thing he thought of was to share it with his sister.

But he hasn't seen death sister for a long time.

The elder sister of death said that she had important things to deal with in the underworld and would not come back for a long time.

But this is a long time. How long will it be?

July 14, the day when the ghost door opens.

But few people in the city believe in this person.

The light is green.

Qiao Zhihe was walking on the sidewalk. He was going to the opposite paint shop to buy some boxes of his commonly used paints.

"Ah There was a scream coming out. He looked back. It seemed that the brake of a car was out of order, and it was rushing towards him at a speed that he could not avoid.

It's over.

At this moment, he thought that he could see the sister of death.

But the car didn't know what was going on. When it was about to touch his body, the tire suddenly skidded, turned a corner and ran straight to the green belt nearby.

Qiao Zhihe didn't get half damage.

Just looking at the car, he always felt that for a moment, something left his body.

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