Quick Transmigration: The Female Lead Arrives—Sidekicks, Step Back! - Chapter 1446
[Chapter 1446 Death Girl VS Crazy Female Match (End)]
Gu Shengyin knew that it was merit that was blocking her progress, and even among them, there was also the handwriting of Tiandao.
In the depths of her soul, she could hear the sound of rolling thunder, and it was the way of heaven that was preventing her from doing so.
But at this point, how could Gu Shengyin give up?
She snorted coldly, and the power of the soul more powerful than the death god broke out, destroying all the obstructions like a destructive force, and forcefully erasing the mark on the light of destiny.
Just the power of her own soul deity.
Then, she wrote a new imprint on the golden beam of light word by word:
“Qiao Zhihe, male, well-known painter. Rich and peaceful, died at eighty.”
And another thin line appeared. He Qing’s name was given: He Qing, female, committed countless crimes in her life, and died at thirty-one.
Gu Shengyin was almost forced to quit.
She looked at the sky above her. It had always been a calm and quiet underworld sky with dark clouds rolling and thunder, and it seemed that something was bursting with powerful anger.
Gu Shengyin knew that Tiandao was angry, but what did that matter?
Doesn’t the way of heaven only recognize fate?
What she had to do had already been done.
There was bright red blood left from the corners of her mouth, as if there was fire burning inside her body, and as if the cold winter wind was cutting her internal organs.
That is the way of heaven punishing the god of death who dares to defy himself.
Gu Shengyin felt that her life and strength were rapidly draining, she closed her eyes a little tiredly: “System, leave this world.”
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At the same moment, Qiao Zhihe and He Qing both noticed something was wrong.
It seems that something has quietly left from his body.
Qiao Zhihe looked at the drop of bright red paint on the painting paper, pursed his lips, and threw the entire painting that was about to be completed into the wastepaper basket.
And He Qing, who was standing in front of the man’s window, received a call from the police – without the blessing of merit, her superficial modus operandi could not be concealed at all.
He Qing was taken away by the police.
But before it could be interrogated, the police car carrying the most important suspect in the serial murder case encountered a car accident.
The most amazing thing is that the most serious police officers in the car were only emotionally injured, but the female suspect died on the spot.
Later, the evidence was conclusive, and all those cases were indeed committed by this woman. The people who knew all of this said, this is retribution.
This man has done so many sins that even God can’t stand it.
Qiao Zhihe also saw this news, and the first thing he thought of when he saw it was to share it with Sister Death.
But he hadn’t seen Sister Death for a long time.
Sister Death said that she had important things to go back to the underworld to deal with and would not come back for a long time.
But this is a long time, how long will it be?
July 14th, the day when the gate of hell opens.
However, people in the city rarely believe this person.
Green light.
Qiao Zhihe was walking on the sidewalk. He was going to the paint shop opposite to buy a few boxes of paints that he often used.
“Ah!” There was an exclamation, and he looked back, and it seemed that a car’s brakes had failed, and it rushed towards him at a speed that he couldn’t avoid at all.
Done.
At this moment, what he thought was that he could see Sister Death now.
But the car didn’t know what was going on. When it was about to touch his body, the tire suddenly slipped, turned a corner, and rushed straight to the green belt beside him.
Qiao Zhihe didn’t take any damage.
Just looking at the car, he always felt that for a moment, something left his body.
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Eight more. There will be extras in this world. Good night everyone~
[End of This Chapter]
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