Ruan Yuxia followed Dong Shuai far behind, not close.

I wanted to get closer, but I was a little worried about the consequences of me settling Dong Shuai in advance.

All kinds of films about time travel inevitably mention the impact of changing the past on the present, and the paradoxes that sound lofty are one after another. Most of the past that I have changed before is very recent, something that happened a day or two ago, or more briefly, a few minutes ago. In this way, the impact on reality is actually very limited, and it only affects a small number of people. Even so, whether it is to save people or kill people because of it, it is not a trivial matter.

Now, solving Dong Shuai's problem in advance will bring about too much butterfly effect just as I can imagine.

I don't know if it's right or wrong to do that.

Among them, there are also some factors that I don't see the two victims now, and I don't see Chen Yiqian and Zhang Rou. My dislike for Dong Shuai at this time has not reached that level.

Ruan Yuxia didn't dare to approach Dong Shuai, but followed Dong Shuai all the way.

Dong Shuai read several classical classics in the library. As Wu Ling speculated, there are Eastern Zhiwei, as well as some Western medieval literary works. He didn't seem to be looking at the contents, but looking for something in the book, and every time he flipped through it quickly, and every now and then he took out his phone and searched for something.

Ruan Yuxia was a little too far away from Dong Shuai. The scope of my actions is also limited, and I can't lean over to see what Dong Shuai is reading.

But Ruan Yuxia has no intention of giving up.

She followed Dong Shuai for several days. Her feelings are also very complicated. Probably, she herself doesn't know what she's doing.

On the weekend, Dong Shuai went to the small commodity wholesale market, bought a bag of things, and went to the vegetable market.

He rented a house near the school, but there were few daily necessities in the house, but there were many strange tools.

While Ruan Yuxia was wandering at the door of the house, I went in to take a look. When he turned his head, he found that Dong Shuai was killing chickens.

His movements are not skilled. The live chickens clucked and clucked, but struggled to break away, causing feathers to fly and blood to fly. The room was a mess.

I saw the anger on Dong Shuai's face. He pressed the body of the chicken and chopped it down with a fierce knife, that is, the chicken was split in half.

Dong Shuai gasped, scolded, and took a small bowl to catch blood, but he didn't receive much.

He exhaled, tossed both the chicken and the bowl aside, and rested against the wall for a while.

I had goosebumps all over me.

At this moment, I feel that the big boy in front of me looks like a perverted murderer. He's practicing his technique, just waiting for the official getaway.

Dong Shuai's figure suddenly disappeared in front of me.

Still in that house, Dong Shuai stood in front of the sink, grabbing the neck of the chicken with both hands, almost lifting the knife and cutting off the head of the chicken.

Blood flowed out and fell into the sink.

The sink is plugged. Soon, the viscous blood covered the sink and slowly rose up.

Dong Shuai skillfully cut open the chicken's chest, dug out the chicken heart, pinched it, and threw it into the sink.

The sink gurgled and bubbled.

Dong Shuai moved his mouth and read something.

The blood seemed to be boiling, churning even harder.

Dong Shuai's face was excited, his face was red, and his eyes were shining.

I smelled a strange smell, and the sense of foreboding intensified, making me involuntarily take a step back.

Dong Shuai didn't seem to feel anything strange at all.

He threw away the dead chicken, grabbed a handful of grass from the bag next to him, and threw it into the bloodstream.

The pool of blood no longer boiled, but a whirlpool appeared, engulfing the blades of grass.

A shallow pool of blood seems to have become a bottomless pit at this moment.

Dong Shuai laughed twice, ran to the living room, and came back with a big bag.

There are all kinds of small pendants in there, and they all look cheap.

Dong Shuai carefully pinched a rabbit pendant and hung it above the whirlpool.

Strange things happen again. A dark red mist floated up from the whirlpool, attached to the rabbit, and gradually invaded the rabbit's body and disappeared.

I clenched my fists.

At this time, it should be the best time to stop Dong Shuai.

Kill him?

It seems that it is useless to teach him a lesson. Dong Shuai's age is not an ignorant child, and he can still educate. His nature is probably not a good thing.

I can't imprison him, it seems that the only way to kill him is to do it once and for all.

The people of Aoba do the same. It's just that they may not have done it themselves, but let Chen Yiqian and Zhang Rou do it.

I'm going to stop his words......

I heard my own pounding heartbeat.

In front of him is a person, not a ghost. Moreover, the person in front of him is not committing murder. He's sharpening his knives.

I can't get my hands on it.

All kinds of worries and concerns are crowded in my mind. To make matters worse, I'm now shaking a little nervously.

I saw a shadow in the corner of my eye, and I also felt yin qi at the same time.

Turning my head, I saw Ruan Yuxia.

Ruan Yuxia looked at Dong Shuai with a pale face.

As if frightened, she suddenly turned and ran out.

I was caught off guard and didn't react for a moment, and by the time I came back to my senses, she had dragged me out of the room.

Ruan Yuxia fell down from the floor, fell directly to the first floor, and then went out of the residential building through the wall. She leaned against the tree and retched into the green belt, her expression painful and tears streaming down her face.

I was surprised.

Those cursed breaths only made me feel uncomfortable, but it seemed to hurt Ruan Yuxia very much.

Holding on to the trunk of the tree, she slowly fell into the green belt, tears falling uncontrollably. Her body was shaking. It's fear!

Ruan Yuxia leaned against the tree and wrapped her hands around her shoulders. She sobbed for a while, and had an extra hardcover copy in her arms. Ruan Yuxia's hands landed on the edge of the notebook, clenching them tightly.

I felt her intense emotions right now.

She didn't understand why Dong Shuai would do such a thing. She actually didn't quite understand what Dong Shuai was doing. It's just an instinctive sense that it's dangerous, even evil.

Ruan Yuxia was afraid of Dong Shuai, and she was also afraid of what he was going to do next.

Her memories contemplated some terrifying-looking demons. The demons that the dead have turned into have hideous faces and exude an uncomfortable aura.

It was getting dark.

I felt the curse approaching. Ruan Yuxia and I looked at the gate of the residential building at the same time.

Dong Shuai walked out of the building with a big cloth bag on his back.

The breath came from him and the cloth bag.

I looked down at Ruan Yuxia.

She shrank her body, pinched the notebook, as if she had gained some strength from it, and stood up with the trunk of the tree, keeping up with Dong Shuai from a distance.

Dong Shuai arrived at the path at the back door of the school. At this point in time, there are already many small vendors occupying the position here.

Dong Shuai's position is not very good. He wasn't so picky, so he just found an open space, opened the cloth bag, put out the bits and pieces inside, and sorted them out one by one. There was a subtle smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to the next business.

Ruan Yuxia bit her lip, still holding the notebook, and stared at Dong Shuai.

There are a lot of students on the street, talking and laughing loudly, and people often look at the things sold at the stalls, but there are not many people who actually buy things.

The surroundings are constantly changing.

Dong Shuai should have had no business for several days.

Finally, a few girls picked the pendant on his stall.

Ruan Yuxia straightened up all of a sudden, shuttled through the crowd, and caught up with the two girls who had bought something and left.

She stretched out her hand, paused for a moment, and then slipped her hand into the girl's backpack.

I felt her body shake as if she had been electrocuted.

The girl didn't know it and walked away on her own.

Ruan Yuxia's hand was still there, her hand clenched into a fist, trembling slightly.

Her hands were covered with a layer of black gas.

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