Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

The devil solemnly proclaimed the vows of love between the newlyweds, made them embrace and kiss, and led them to the ends of the earth together.

Although he was holding her soft hand, Lu Mingfei didn't even want to turn his head to look at the bride with her dark red hair, let alone kiss her. He felt that this was not the real Erii, but just a dream of the devil.

The bride with dark red hair is nothing more than a doll here, a doll from an unknown era; what he loves is a real person.

Not to mention that Lu Mingfei had never witnessed an Orthodox wedding, he had hardly ever been to a church. His understanding of God came more from the local God's second son, Hong Xiuquan, than from the Bible. He knew nothing about the Gospels or anything like that. But now, as he recited these ancient testimonies with everyone, it was as if he had recited them a thousand times.

His gaze remained fixed on the little devil the entire time, wanting to see what kind of trouble this guy was up to.

The guests, the young girl, and the priests watched with trepidation as Lu Mingze led the recitation of ancient testimonies.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt his palms getting hot. His bride had been ignited by a spark that appeared out of nowhere. The fire was burning her, like burning a scarecrow.

The guests stirred, especially the young girls, who joyfully lit the torches that emitted orange flames, followed by the priests, who danced the sacrificial dance with glee.

At this moment, they overcame their fear of Lu Mingze. They had already completed their offering to God, so they believed they had received God's protection. With God's protection, they no longer needed to care about the devil's threat. Before God, the devil was insignificant.

"Lord of armies, King of kings."

"You are with us, all-knowing and all-powerful!"

Everyone praised the supreme and powerful monarch, calling Him in heaven the all-knowing God.

It turns out that the girl was not only a doll, but also a sacrificial puppet to be offered up.

This is not a wedding, but a sacrifice to the gods. The people here offer a girl with long, dark red hair to the gods, and that girl is the key to the new era.

They cheered as they went up, carrying torches, ready to offer the sacrifices completely.

Gunshots rang out, and the smoke drifted into the mist. The crowd fell silent, frozen in place, staring in disbelief at Lu Mingfei, who had raised his gun to the sky, unable to understand why he was dissatisfied with the ritual held in his honor.

A raging fire broke out. The bride's veil and white dress turned into thick black smoke. In the smoke, the bride used wooden branches as a frame, sewed tattered linen to make her face, and used ink to dot her dull eyes.

Under the scorching flames, the bride shed her human skin, revealing her to be a substandard puppet. However, Lu Mingfei suddenly saw the shadow of Erii in her—a soul trapped here for a thousand years. Therefore, he changed his mind and decided not to watch the show anymore.

Lu Mingfei held the bride's hand tightly, refusing to let go. The flames quickly spread to his body, but he didn't care about the burning pain.

He's like a cat snatching chestnuts from a fire, but who can control a cat with its own will?

"Will you come with me to elope? I never love strangers, but I'm always happy to help others." The groom solemnly extended his inviting hand, which was still clutching the bride's withered bones.

He swept his gaze around at the girls, priests, and guests, just as Lu Mingze had done before.

No one dared to oppose the monarch's decision, so the girls, priests, and guests bowed their heads and murmured words of repentance.

It turns out that the people here fear Lu Mingfei far more than Lu Mingze. When Lu Mingze shows signs of anger, they obey out of fear; when Lu Mingfei gets angry, they tremble with fear and live in constant anxiety.

"And you, you fake pastor, we're running away from our wedding and we need a driver." The groom suddenly looked at the devilish pastor.

Before Lu Mingze could answer, Lu Mingfei, engulfed in flames, reached out his other hand and dragged him into the inferno as well. With one hand he held the skeletal puppet bride, and with the other the devil disguised as a priest. Medieval heretics who had deserted the church would have exclaimed that they had found their leader upon seeing him.

"I'm quite angry right now, because of our friendship." Lu Mingfei looked down at him. "You'd better give me an explanation."

"You know I don't like tragedies, yet you brought me to see this play. Are you implying my future with Erii? Why?" In the firelight, he stared blankly at Lu Mingze. At this moment, he was more like a priest than Lu Mingze, the kind who exorcises demons, with the implication of "I'll chop you in half if you don't answer my question seriously."

"I knew you'd been awake for a while," Lu Mingze said, raising his hands in surrender with a hint of bitterness.

"Brother, shall we trade?" he asked cautiously, his voice almost pleading. "Just a quarter of your life."

"With just a quarter of your life, I can deflect the trajectory of your life in reality."

"I can let you live the life you want with your girl, and she will retain the memories from the copy. It's a great deal."

Lu Mingze's voice grew softer and softer until it was barely audible, and two lines of tears streamed down his cheeks. He knew perfectly well that this deal was almost impossible to complete.

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, Lu Mingfei remained silent like a marble sculpture, then sighed: "You really know me well, you know I'm a soft-hearted person. A quarter of my life is a good deal... but once anything starts, there's no going back. After that, you'll use Erii to make me pay the other three-quarters, won't you?"

Lu Mingfei continued walking forward: "Are all those painters and stuff at Senso-ji Temple your people? I've always liked her, you didn't need to create this Tokyo Love Story, it's bothering me."

"He's one of yours, I'm just borrowing him temporarily."

Lu Mingze asked in a low voice, "For ten thousand years, you've been my only customer. Now, am I going to lose even you? Am I going to lose you, brother?"

His voice calmed down, but it was far more penetrating than a roar. It wasn't a question or a plea; it was more like the murmur of a death row inmate before his death.

"How could you lose me? If all you want is a quarter of my life, I'll give it to you as a birthday present, but only once, never again." Lu Mingfei scratched his head helplessly. "I'm not stupid. I won't really think of you as a devil. You've been too good to me. Do you think I'd believe you're after my life?"

"..." Lu Mingze hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Lu Mingfei said, "So even though I feel something's off about you, I'm still willing to give you my trust once. Trust is a very expensive thing; once it's used up, it's gone for good."

Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze passed through the fog that had once again enveloped the meadow. The ancient city was swallowed up by the revived sea of ​​fog. They walked into the river to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

Lu Mingze was unwilling to give up: "Do I only have one chance?"

"No, for you, twice." Lu Mingfei stared at Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingze nodded, looking at the water, and asked, "You don't seem as eager to be in Tokyo as you used to be."

"Still eager, I'm sure I won't back down. Haven't you noticed I'm loving others?" Lu Mingfei said, his eyes sparkling. "I already possess the ability to love all people."

"If the criminals have anything to confess, they should confess now. If they don't, I'm going back to reality. No more riddles." He lightly kicked the little devil.

Lu Mingze remained silent for a long time, watching the river flow.

He suddenly laughed, a laugh that was somewhat eerie.

"Brother, there are still sixteen hours left. I don't want to keep lying to you."

"The death knell will be tolling in Minato Ward, Tokyo soon. I've given you the time and place; you'll have to forgive me afterwards."