Zombie Evolution System

"After the two of them had a child, my dad founded the Daoxiang organization, and he was often away from home. Once I came back, I found that my uncle, Daoxiang Village West, was living with that bitch."

"Later, I chose to set fire to the whole house. The bitch was burned to death, but Daoxiang Village West escaped."

When I got a little older, I got to know people who led me to this thing.

As he spoke, Jiro lit another fairy cigarette and held it in his mouth.

"This thing can make me forget my troubles."

"Later, Muramasa always compared my younger brother with me. Of course, I was a negative example."

Jiro's eyes suddenly became ferocious: "I hate it! I hate Muramasa, I hate Muranishi, and I hate everything in this family!"

"There were many nights when I came home and saw my dad sleeping soundly, I wanted to kill him with my own hands, but I was afraid, afraid that I would not succeed."

"Later, I made an appointment with a friend and asked him to stab my dad in the eye with scissors unintentionally."

"He died, and he died miserably. Not only him, but also his family, were all divided into several sections."

Wen Du Zou frowned: "Okay, I believe that if you were given a chance, you would definitely kill Muramasa with your own hands."

"That's right!" Jiro smiled wickedly on his pale face, "And my uncle."

Wen Du suddenly had a bold idea in his heart. Since the old man asked him to remove all the minions that Dao Xiang had left in Huaxia, it would be a bit troublesome.

I can support the psychopath in front of me and let him be Daoxiang's boss. At that time, the minions left in Huaxia will naturally disappear.

"Jiro, I'll give you two choices now." Wen Du looked at Jiro.

"First, I will kill you right now, and then send your body to Muramasa. Second, I will kill you for you, but you will do things for me in the future."

"I choose second." Jiro said without any hesitation.

Seeing Jiro agreeing so easily, Wendu always felt awkward, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't find anything wrong.

"Let me ask you, before you said that you would rather cut off one hand than watch him feel bad, why did you do that?"

Jiro dodged his eyes for a moment, but seeing Bunto's resolute attitude, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.

"It's because of this thing, to tell you the truth, because I have touched too much of this thing, so now there are only two months, if I can see the most hated people get punished in the last period of my life, plus I'd love a leg too."

Hearing this, Wen Du seemed to nod his head clearly: "Understood, but if I tell you that you can't die unless I let you die, will you betray me after you win the power?"

Jiro curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I don't want to joke, and I know my body too."

"What I'm saying is true."

"Really!" Jiro was startled, it would be great if he could save his life by watching the person he hated the most die, but why, he helped himself like this.

"What do you want from me?" Jiro asked lightly.

Before Wen could speak, he continued, "Although I'm mentally ill, I'm not stupid. If I can't give you what you want, then please don't help me, lest there be joy in vain."