Taibai And A Qin

Ethan Smith walked down the empty street, cigarette in mouth, shaking his head and forcing a bitter smile. Who could have imagined that after three years of marriage, all that remained was betrayal?
He vowed to make that woman regret what she had done and promised to make everyone who had been good to him live a good life.
Yes, it was Emily Taylor, the woman who had helped him out of the abyss of despair when he hit the lowest point in his lifetime.
"Emily, it's time for me to take care of you."

Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Ethan Smith saw in an instant that all the spiritual energy and divine souls of those hundreds of dead people were absorbed into the underground of the Palace, reducing them to bare white bones in a short time.


The Palace now seemed almost real, and Ethan Smith crouched down to barely touch the cold floor with his hand.


The entire floor of the Palace was made of an unknown metal, engraved with a huge carved picture. There were statues of oddly-shaped people hunting demonic beasts and statues of people undergoing various tortures.


Ethan Smith kicked a large pile of bones away, revealing a massive carved scene several hundred feet across to everyone.


Countless people on a sinister continent were walking toward a Demon God in the center, their faces numb and expressionless.


Suddenly, everything in front of them started to blur, and all the statues and the main supports of the Palace began to change incessantly.


Chapter 2267: The True Purgatory