<h4>Chapter 597: Terminus of Terror (5)</h4>


    Endless clouds of Yin energy rolled about like dense plumes of smoke, while innumerable scarlet eyes slowly opened in the shadows of the darkness, gulping avariciously as they shuffled around.


    Because that was where the avengers were facing off against the ultimate viin.


    “Who the hell are you guys?” Choi Tae-min looked at the two Yin spirits standing in front of him. At once, he glossed over Kwon Kyung-ho and looked at Ryu Changmin.


    He’s also an Infernal Judge… so how could his abilities be even stronger than mine?!


    Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! A split secondter, a blood-coloured tide poured forth out of nowhere, almost as though the invisible floodgates of hell were opened all at once! The red waves were high as the skies, and it instantly filled the entire Room 402 with over a meter of red-tinted waters.


    Meanwhile, with each step he took, his body slowly began to fester, just like how one’s body would decay in an elerated fashion in water. His skin slowly became whiter and whiter, while dark figures of teenagers slowly emerged from the depths of the scarlet seawaters.


    “My ssmates…”


    He didn’t use any techniques. His mouth was now open at least a meter wide, while his nails had grown at least a foot long. This was the purest, most unadulterated of melee between evil ghosts. This was also the best way of quelling the intense frustration and resentment that had been festering in the hearts of all who had died unjustly.


    “My father…”


    “And the thousand passengers on board Train 7448 are all waiting for this moment!!! AHHHHH!!!”


    Several years of resentment! Several years of rage! And the hatred and grievances of thousands on end! Everything was culminating in this one ephemeral encounter!


    “Never seen us before?! HAHAHA!!!” Kwon Kyung-ho’s eyes were bloodshot. At once, he dashed right behind Choi Tae-min and swiped down with his ws. Choi Tae-min raised his hand in self-defense, and the attack instantly tore apart the sleeves of his robes.


    SSSS!!! Bursts of Yin energy filled the air in an instant.


    “Changmin!!!”


    Chomp! As she shrieked, she took yet another bite at his leg. It was almost as though she were hell bent on tearing out all of the flesh on Choi Tae-min’s leg!


    No techniques were used.


    In fact, it was only by such means that they would be able to release all of the pent-up anger and hatred in their hearts!


    “Daddy… Mommy! Grandma!!! Wuuu-wuu-wuu!!! AHHHH!!!! Hahahaha!!!!” Streams of bloody tears rolled off her cheeks and stained Choi Tae-min’s legs, “I listened to you… I listened to you and hid! That’s how I managed to survive the disaster!”


    Qin Ye sighed wistfully.


    There was always someone watching from up above.


    Someone was watching as the recalcitrant offended evaded the long arms of thew time and again.


    No matter what one has done, Hell… would always make you ount for every bit of it - even if it were nothing but a gentle prod, or an innocent peek, and even when there was no evidence. After all, Hell needed no evidence. Hell would examine one’s heart and force the truth from one’s lips!


    Choi Tae-min’s entire body was fraught with excruciating pain. He could no longer care about who they were. After all, he had indirectly caused the death of far too many people in his lifetime, and had already grown numb to the act of murder. Yet, despite all that, he wanted nothing more than to live.


    At once, innumerable bone spurs began to emerge from his body, forcefully tearing apart his skin. Momentster, he shrieked wildly as a two-meter tall figure shed the skin of Choi Tae-min and emerged from within his body.


    Therefore, the so-called resurrected Choi Tae-min wasn’t human to begin with. These were mere pretenses.


    The tattered robes still hung loosely over the frame of his skeleton, barely concealing his muscles that had winding tendons wrapping around them on the outside. Foot-long bone spurs protruded everywhere, making him look no different from a horrifying thorned beast. Scarlet mes zed in the depths of his eyes, and he promptly sought to retreat, yelling at the top of his voice, “Do you know who I am?! I’m the best friend of the former prime minister!! What do you want? Just name it! I can give you everything you want!!!”


    Unfortunately, the only response he got were bloodthirsty screams and resentful roars.


    Clunk… Ryu Changmin was also an Infernal Judge, and an even stronger one on the list of special Yin spirits to boot. At once, he caught up with the Odious Spirit of Filth and pounced on his neck, and plunging his teeth down into Choi Tae-min’s neck at once!


    There was a sickening crunch, and Choi Tae-min screamed in agony. Mustering every bit of energy within his body, the bone spurs on his body suddenly extended and plunged straight into Ryu Changmin.


    Evil ghosts knew themselves best.


    In particr, they knew that tearing each other apart in the purest, most unadulterated form of meleebat was the best way.


    SSS!!! Ryu Changmin raised his head violently and chewed off arge piece of his flesh, swallowing it with two quick bites. His voice trembled with great excitement, “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about this day?”


    He chomped down onto Choi Tae-min’s neck forcefully.


    “I still find tearing you to shreds with my own lips the best way to quell the endless hatred and resentment in my heart!”


    A split secondter, the pregnantdy, the young girl and Kwon Kyung-ho charged over at once and piled onto Choi Tae-min’s body as well.


    Qin Ye watched from afar. At the beginning, the bone spurs that were protruding from Choi Tae-min’s body was still desperately extending out into the bodies of the few Yin spirits that were gnawing away at his flesh and bones, yet… it didn’t stop them or inhibit the Yin spirits in the slightest.


    Two minutester, Choi Tae-minypletely motionless on the ground.


    All that remained was a single head on the ground.


    He’d been resurrected.


    “Haa…” Kwon Kyung-ho stood where he was, slightly dazed. Tears of blood were still streaming down his face. Momentster, with a dull thud, he finally fell to his knees and desperately kowtowed towards the south.


    “I’ve avenged you guys… I’ve actually managed to avenge you guys!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!”


    On the other hand, Ryu Changmin didn’t cry.


    “Train 7448…” He stared nkly into the air, “Rest in peace…”


    “Just like how you guys had died back then… I’ve also gnawed him up on your behalf…”


    One vented overtly, while the other remained introspective. Yet both of them clearly bore the same kind of burden, pain and hurt of ages past. Qin Ye sighed softly. By his estimations, it was almost time. Thus, he slowly walked past them and made his way over to Choi Tae-min’s head.


    Whoosh… In an instant, its appearance began to change from that of bone and tattered flesh to… something that appeared to be made of paper…?


    However, there was no sun. Rather, it was a small golden parchment scroll that had unraveled itself in mid-air, and it clearly bore the writings of the Russian underworld.


    This was… the true form of the script of death!!!


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