The guard behind him let out an impatient sneer:
"What are you still looking at? If you're reluctant, why not go down and accompany her?"
Ah Luo didn't answer, his eyes devoid of any emotion as he looked toward the guard.
Accompany her?
These two words, like a cold stone, were cast into his already frozen heart lake, failing to stir any ripples, leaving only a cold echo.
Indeed.
I should walk with Ah Rou.
In this filthy, twisted world, the Land of Sin that devours the innocent, what is left to cherish?
The thought of liberation quietly emerged from within his heart.
Death is no longer the end of fear, but the only way to end this endless pain.
Perhaps the other shore mentioned by the priest might be a place for he and Ah Rou to reunite.
It was at this moment that he leaped, resolutely plunging into the mouth of the boiling Hell.
