As that sigh fell, the surrounding environment also changed.

The room was changed from a living room to a kitchen.

I heard a woman's voice.

"I'm sorry to trouble you all the time."

"Nothing. After all, I ...... This is what I should do. Is Yunyun going to have a birthday? I'll buy a cake then. ”

"No, no, no. We're all booked. ”

After a while, the woman added, "Come with you." ”

"This ...... You all eat together in the house, I ...... in the past."

The little girl jumped in and asked loudly, "Mom, did you tell Uncle Pan?" ”

"Your own business, you say it yourself."

"What does Yunyun want to say to his uncle?"

"I have a birthday next week, and my mom said let's go to the restaurant for dinner. Uncle Pan, come along. Isn't it good? ”

"Good, good. Yunyun said so, I will definitely come. ”

"Great! Grandma, Uncle Pan said he would come! The little girl jumped up and down again.

The kitchen turned into a living room with the girl leaving.

There were several dishes on the table.

"I'm really bothering you today. Otherwise, I'll have to ask someone to wash the hood. ”

"You're welcome. You still keep me to eat......"

"Hey, where's my bottle of liquor? Take it out, and I have a drink with Xiao Pan. ”

"I don't drink anymore, so I don't need to take it."

"Have a drink! If you don't come, there's no one to drink with me. Alas...... Peng Han went, and no one would drink with me in the future......"

"Old man......"

"I don't blame you, I don't blame you. I know it was an accident, and no one wants it. You have been taking care of our family and taking care of us for my son, and you really have a heart. Let's have a drink today. ”

"Good. Auntie, you sit, I'll go get it. ”

"Inside the kitchen cabinet, the second cabinet on the left."

Leaving the table, I could still hear the voices behind me. They miss their dead son and take "me" as a consolation.

My gaze swept over the kitchen cabinet and landed on the knife holder.

I stepped forward and opened the cabinet door, took out the delicately packaged liquor inside, and I began to unpack it.

The plastic packaging is somewhat difficult to open.

My gaze moved to the knife holder again.

Instead of holding the scissors, the outstretched hand rubbed the scissors and held a fruit knife. The fruit knife was pulled out and stuffed back in. I ended up picking up a kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife is very sharp, and with a slight stroke, it cuts through the connection of the package. I took out the bottle of liquor.

I didn't put down the kitchen knife, but carried the liquor in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other, with my back behind my back.

"Oh, here I am. Did you take the cup? The old man sitting at the table glanced at my hand behind my back. Good

I felt myself nodding.

I had already walked to the table and raised my hand as if to put the liquor on the table, but my raised hand flipped my wrist and fell suddenly.

The bottle of white wine smashed on the head of the old woman next to her.

There was a loud bang, and everyone at the table was stunned.

They didn't have time to react, and I didn't look at the old lady who fell to the ground, but waved the hand behind her back and slashed at the old man's head.

No matter how sharp a kitchen knife is, it is impossible to cut a person in half like this. The blade was embedded in the old man's head. I pulled it out twice and shook the blade before pulling it out.

The mother and daughter, who were still alive, screamed. The woman was holding the child and trying to run away.

I turned, took a step forward, and slashed at the woman's back.

The woman fell to the ground, holding down the girl in her arms.

"Hmm! Pan Yuanhai...... You ......"

The little girl cried loudly, "Uncle, Uncle Pan......"

I lowered my head and pulled the girl up mercilessly.

"Don't! No! The woman pounced and was kicked away by me.

I placed the kitchen knife on the girl's slender neck. Her body trembled from crying, and her delicate skin was scratched by a kitchen knife.

I pressed my hand down slightly, and the wound on the girl's neck deepened. Blood flowed out, soaking her pretty dress.

"Don't! You let go of my daughter! The woman pounced again.

With a flick of my hand, I slashed the girl's throat.

The girl's blood was splattered on the woman's face.

I shook my hand and threw the girl to the woman.

She knelt on the ground, hugged the girl and cried bitterly.

Outside the gate, there seemed to be some movement.

"Why...... Why are you doing that? You're crazy, Pan Yuanhai! The woman cried out bitterly.

"Why?" I squatted down, sent my hand, and plunged a knife into the woman's heart, looked directly into her wide eyes, and said, "Pan Yuanhai killed your husband, your son, and your father, and you treat him as your family?!" Why do you take the man who killed me as your family? ”

I roared.

The woman's eyes widened.

I let go of the hand holding the knife, and the woman fell in a pool of blood, and the hand holding the little girl gradually loosened.

I looked at the mother and daughter, and then turned to look at the old couple.

There was a knock on the door outside, and there was a discussion about whether to call the police.

I shuddered and sat down on the ground.

My hands touched the blood, and there was more blood on my clothes.

My eyes fell on the knife on the woman's body, and I burst into tears, trembling, and grabbed the knife and pulled it out. The woman's blood shot into my eyes. My gaze was blood-red.

The knife with warm blood touched my neck, and a pang of pain followed.

I felt the blood in my body gushing out.

In the blood-red sight, I saw a figure.

The man glared at me, hatefully at me.

In a blink of an eye, my vision was still covered with a layer of blood mist, but the tragic murder scene was gone.

"Whew...... ......"I rubbed my aching head, and finally calmed down the intense emotions.

The time displayed on my phone reminded me that it was only a minute before I hallucinated and saw the memories of the dead.

I've seen so much.

The emotions of each deceased were so intense.

Fear, hatred, anger, horror, despair......

These emotions are all intertwined.

The deepest is still anger.

The anger of being betrayed.

It was a feeling that tugged at my soul and wanted to drag me somewhere dark.

My soul didn't fall into it, but those involved were already immersed in negativity.

As Wu Ling said, they have fallen.

The soul that did not become a ghost degenerates little by little, turns into a ghost, and in the process of killing, further degenerates. They quickly become incredibly powerful, able to kill the living with ease, and know how to kill people like they were born with a way to survive.

I glanced at the document sent by Wu Ling.

I've just seen the beginning, and I've been uncontrollably shocked to my consciousness. I feel incredibly tired.

After closing the file, I sent a message to Wu Ling explaining my situation.

“…… This proves that our guess was correct. Indeed, they are constantly falling. It's troublesome. Wu Ling's last sentence seemed to be talking to himself.

I thought for a while and asked, "Then, what about Ye Qing?" ”

I can't imagine what will happen to Ye Qing after he falls. When he gets out of control, it's bad enough. But at that time, he still maintained the ideals that he still holds on to today, and everything he did was to change the world, to create a fairer and safer new world. Regardless of whether it can succeed for the time being, at least there is a hope, and there is an internal logic to act. But if Ye Qing is dominated by negative emotions and becomes angry and the six relatives don't recognize it, then I'm afraid we will all be unable to escape death.

I suspect that he will choose to destroy all the supernatural things by himself, like the mad gods. Finish off what shouldn't exist, kill yourself, and get rid of the last ghost in this world. That's the Great Perfection.

It's just that this kind of extreme approach will first cause us to oppose Ye Qing and have to fight with Ye Qing.

I am not sure of victory, and I do not want either of us to die in vain.

This is just my conjecture. Wu Ling, they should know Ye Qing better, they may have other ideas, maybe things won't be as bad as I thought.

I expect Wu Ling to give me a passable answer.

"Ye Qing's words, we can't help it. If he falls...... Well, it can't be said to be a bad thing either. If his ability continues to grow and has a qualitative leap, it is not impossible to kill God directly. What Wu Ling said was much more than I expected, "However, until then, his abilities will make the world worse, and those ghosts will be stimulated by him to become more powerful." And if he really kills the sky, we don't know what will happen. The development of science and technology and the progress of civilization have not made such things as heaven, fate, and belief in gods disappear. If one person kills those ...... completely? I don't know what to expect. ”

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