It's a dimensional chat group

It wasn't about booing, but about tricking her into starting a public video.

Even Yan Moai doesn't like to be watched like that.

No, it should be said... Is it a conflict?

Not right either.

Helpless or hesitant?

Indescribable emotions.

This reminded her that every time she went to the Santu River, there would always be a red skylight looking down like a four-leaf clover.

The gap between hell and the world, the endless gray sky, the pink skylight like a four-leaf clover is the only light of the head.

But that is not a pink four-leaf clover, nor a skylight through which light is transmitted, but the "sight" of the person who imprisoned her parents.

It is to restrain Yan Moai that the wooden boat carrying the "resented person" must be led to the imprisonment of hell.

For 400 years, day after day, Yan Moai didn't resent, but there was absolutely no gratitude.

What kind of mood he was in, Yan Moai himself didn't know.

But now, one thing's for sure, Hellgirl doesn't like being spied on very much.

After closing the flip, Xiao Ai put the phone in her pocket.

The sky lit up with a fish-belly white.

With pitch-black hair and a pitch-black sailor suit, standing on a quiet street where the morning sun is about to rise, Yan Moai is ethereal like an ink painting.

Ye You was slightly taken aback by this peaceful beauty.

But then he was overwhelmed by more realistic things.

"Xiao Ai, are you really not hungry?"

No words, just walking towards the horizon of dawn.

It was evening again, and Ye You still didn't go to steal the battery car.

But passing by a bookstore made him stop.

On the street at dusk, Ye You watched the area.

Of course, the reason was not because he was tempted by the words "Demon Night", "Maid の Suffocation Afternoon", "Holy Spirit の Crime and Punishment" in the 18X area, but he just suddenly thought of a way to make money.

I don't know if online novels in this world can be taken back and used?

With the works of another world, Ye You can be a copywriter.

Not only this world, but also everyone in the chat room.

Isn't the mortgage problem not a problem?

Tsk, such a simple thing, why did you think of it now?

The main previous energy was all on magic.

After a short pause, Ye You followed Xiao Ai to a messy alley.

Wild cats were looking for food in the overturned trash can, and the walls were covered with glaring graffiti. In the dark depths, four society people with dyed hair squatted halfway on the steps, with half-burned cigarettes between their fingertips.

On the iron steps about one person high, there is a closed semi-rusted iron door.

Yan Moai walked straight there, Ye You followed behind her.

Staring at the four people who looked like gangsters, Ye You subconsciously clenched his fists and held his breath.

Not nervous, but faintly excited.

If you have a conflict with them later, just provoke these guys to give yourself a few knives.

Hiss~~It's really strange.Why do I have such an idea?

It's not shaking M either.

Although death and rebirth can indeed improve a little physical fitness, but what is the longing for this "future coming"?

Pain is real.

Ah, even so, I still hope to come.

Unfortunately, the imagined conflict did not happen.

They didn't seem to see anything, and let Yan Moai open the iron gate and walk in.

Since he was not found fault, Ye You, who was following behind, felt a little regretful, but he would not take the initiative to "fish and enforce the law".

Different from the quietness outside, when entering the iron gate, the noise of the bustling noise will come to your face.

The gambling crowd gathered here, it was like a pile of garbage.

There are only three high windows for ventilation in the airtight room, and the air in the room is turbid.

And Masami Iwazawa's stepfather, whom I saw last night, was in the garbage dump.

Ye You saw him right away, not because he was so outstanding, but because he was picked out by two strong men in tights and thrown into the living room next to him.

The door closed and he was pinned to the ground.

"That's not okay. If you don't pay back the money owed, do you want to borrow it again?"

"Just 5000! Give me 5000 and I'll definitely make it back, and I'll give you all the money with interest!"

"Huh? Did you put the contemporary charity here? Did we treat you kindly in the past, so did you have some strange thoughts? Forget it, a finger of 1 yuan, chop it all off, so that You only owe 5."

"Don't—don't! Please, let me go, please, please! I'm going to raise money right now, and I can definitely get it! It's only 15. I can get it soon."

"Well, I'll trust you one last time. Just once. Don't let me down."

Ye You followed Yan Moai and sat on the sofa in the reception room, no one cared about their arrival, as if there was air there.

"Aozora: How did you do it?"

The reason why they still use the chat room to communicate face to face is not because they are afraid of attracting attention, but Ye You found that through the chat room, Xiao Ai would reply most of the time.

"Hell girl: reduce the sense of presence."

Oh, this Ye Youshu is familiar.

There is a similar setting in "Noragami". Some so-called gods in Japan walk in the world and cannot be noticed by ordinary people. It is not "not seen", but "not noticed".

Xiao Ai probably uses a similar ability.

It's just that she can still cover Ye You with her ability.

And coming here is probably Yan Moai's professional habit.

As long as someone fills in the name of the resentful person in the "Hell Communication", she will keep watching that person.

Really secretly observe.

Until you understand the cause and effect of things-although it will not play any role in the result.

As long as the person who fills in the name unlocks the red color of resentment, she will appear, and no matter whether the person who is resented is guilty or not, she will be sent to hell.

Ye You didn't expect that Xiao Ai was quite interested in this commission.

Or, is she a professional?

For those who are addicted to resentment, pain and hesitation, hell girl is the last redemption.

Even if you send others to hell, you will also go to hell after your own death.

But unfortunately, there is no "hell communication" in this world.

Or, does hell exist in this world?

Volume 29: Chapter 29 Chapter [-] That's it?

The sun fell into the black shadow of the tall buildings and the horizon, blurring the red sunset glow, and the pure blue of the sky faded.

Light and shadow intertwined in the quiet evening, broken by heavy kicks on the door.

Men broke in and rummaged through the house looking for valuables.

The woman sat on the sofa with blank eyes. She didn't know when it started, and the repeated scene made her numb.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Bastard!"

The hideous man with red eyes cursed in a low voice while looking for it.

Those guys in the Nitta group are not joking, they will absolutely, absolutely chop off ten of their fingers.

Cut off one by one.

Thinking of such a scene, he couldn't help trembling all over.

branch~yeah~

The false wooden door was pushed open, and Masami Iwasawa came in after school with an acoustic guitar on her back.

The coffee shop was closed today, so I came back earlier than usual.

Fate is such a coincidence sometimes.

The pieces of the puzzle converge at one point, leading to an unfortunate end.

The man with bulging veins on his forehead saw the guitar behind her, and walked towards Masami Iwasawa without saying a word.

The blood-colored sunset that shot through the narrow window made the man even more hideous.

Iwasawa Masami was frightened and stood still.

In any case, it is difficult for a high school girl to resist an adult man who is about to fall into madness.

He yanked Iwasawa Masami violently, like a strap, with such force that the strap was torn off.

"give me!"

The acoustic guitar was taken away, as if the girl's soul was being pulled.

The frightened Iwasawa Masami trembled violently, as if all the strength in her body was concentrated here, and rushed forward frantically.

"don't want--"

The man couldn't react in time and was thrown to the ground.Iwasawa Masami picked up the acoustic guitar and wanted to escape from here.

Don't know what's going on, but definitely get out of here!

Can't wait.

"what!"

However, just as he exerted his strength, his ankle was grabbed, and due to the inertia of the forward charge, Masami Iwazawa fell heavily.

When she was about to touch the ground, she used her body to protect the acoustic guitar.

boom--!

The dull sound woke up the dazed mother. Seeing that her daughter was in danger, the woman ran over like crazy, trying to pull the man away.

But how to stop the man who has fallen into rage.

The man was lying on the ground, kicked with all his strength, and put it on the side of his abdomen. The woman fell far away, stumbled and hit the wall, rolling with her hands on the kicked position in pain.

Seeing this, Iwasawa Masami struggled desperately, kicking the man's arms with her feet.

This completely angered the man.

He stood up suddenly, picked up the chair beside him, raised it high, and was about to throw it at Iwasawa Masami.

His attack has no severity, only the most violent beating.

If the chair fell, according to the trajectory, the sharpest chair legs would just fall to Iwasawa Masami's throat.

"asshole--"

Rewind time 3 minutes.

"Are we just looking at it like this? Xiao Ai."

Ye You and Yan Moai followed the man back home, he already had a premonition that things were not good.

Faced with Ye You's question, Yan Moai just watched calmly as before.