Here, every need and desire a man could have could be fulfilled. You could do anything you wanted here. No wonder they called this the Free Kingdom, the Fallen Heaven.
Everyone here was an evil spirit, including those who had died. Yet at this moment, they raised their glasses one after another and chatted merrily, looking quite happy.
"Haha, this is wonderful."
"Come on, have a drink."
"Enjoy yourself."
Listening to these people, I felt nothing but absurdity. Influenced by the Fierce Ghosts, they had killed their own relatives and friends, yet in the end, they seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Beside me, the waiter said, "To enter Heaven, you have to pay a certain price."
"But it's all worth it. Once you enter Heaven, you can enjoy treatment beyond your imagination."
Hearing this, I remained expressionless on the surface, but I had already gripped the Eight Tribulation Sword.
There was no doubt that everything here was far too beautiful. Yet all this beauty was built upon despair. Faced with this situation, I naturally had no interest in wasting any more time.
"I've had enough. So it was all caused by you." I looked at the waiter and said coldly, "If that's the case, then the power controlling these people was probably caused by you as well, wasn't it?"
"Regarding that, you can come with me." The waiter spoke without changing his expression.
I followed him, only to find that he had taken me to the casino.
A crowd surrounded the casino. They held chips in their hands and watched the walls with amused smiles. There was actually an image inside the walls—a man struggling in agony.
"How much longer do you think he can hold out before his soul is corrupted by us?"
"Three days at most, I'd say."