He looked up at the rules above his head.

The time is coming and the rules are about to be broken.

After all, those living people who were deceived into coming here used their lives to forge the rules.

But life will eventually end, and the rules will eventually fall apart.

I can only say that these people are pathetic.

For the sake of your loved ones, there is nothing wrong with it.

But it's just too silly.

How to raise the dead.

If it were really that easy, wouldn't the whole world be in chaos?

How many monks worked hard to achieve immortality, but no one succeeded.

Too stupid, too obsessed.

At this moment, as the rules were broken, the figure of the scholar in white gradually disappeared.

He himself is not a real person.

It's just a fake identity.

Now that the time has come, even if the Lord of the Dead does nothing, he cannot stay any longer.

"We will meet again, and by then everything will be destroyed."

The scholar in white said threateningly.

"You are wrong. You are not invincible. There are things in this world that you cannot destroy."

The Lord of the Dead replied disdainfully.

"This should be said in another way. What qualifications do you puppets have?"
Chapter completed!