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Xia Zhuocheng wanted to escape, but the restraints on his body prevented him from moving. Moyou used a stick to move the people around him aside, leaving a large enough space for himself.

"Don't, don't, don't kill me." Xia Zhuocheng's triangular eyes were filled with fear.

The stick lifted his chin, and the old face came closer, looking more and more hateful, "Do you like to hit people? Hehe, our hobbies are quite similar."

The stick tapped his shoulder blade, a slight pain stimulating his nerves.

Then, the stick was swung high, an exaggerated smile appeared on the old man's face, and then Xia Zhuocheng felt severe pain on his head.

The sticks hit him like raindrops.

He couldn't hide or escape, he could only watch as he was beaten and unable to fight back.

Just like he did to his wife and children before, he didn't give him any chance to dodge.

Different from the previous torture of his people, he at least controlled it. He was the one who was named to be killed. Naturally, Mo You's men did not hold back their strength.

One stick, two sticks...

The head was broken, the arm was broken, the skin was opened, and blood spattered with the stick.

When did Xia Zhuocheng die?

Maybe it was when his voice begging for mercy became smaller, maybe when he became a bloody mess, maybe when Moyou dropped the stick and cut him into several pieces with a long knife.

He died, the first person to die since his imprisonment.

The expressions of the remaining death reserves were not good-looking, and Mo You's performance was too cruel. He stopped acting at the end, and his every move was filled with hatred.

Whatever her expression had been for so long, it seemed like only now was she letting out some of her long-suppressed emotions.

When the first person dies, the next ones will naturally follow.

She lifted up He Tao's hair and forced him to raise his head.

Although He Tao wanted to die, he still flinched when he saw Xia Zhuocheng's dead state. Mo You didn't give him a chance to regret, and stabbed the exposed neck.

Then he let go of his hand and let him fall to the ground, like a chicken with its neck wiped, waiting for death.

next.

Zuo Yan obviously wanted to struggle when he was caught, so he didn't cut it properly the first time and missed the vital point. Mo You twisted his eyebrows irritably and made another stab.

There was the sound of blood splattering around him, and then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Zuo Liang felt his clothes being pulled by something, and he was afraid to kick the thing further away.

Much later, when he was on the verge of death because he had no one to take care of him, the sightseeing before his death reminded him of this scene. He later realized that the person who pulled him at that time might have been his mother who had not yet died.

Yu Li looked at Mo You who was walking toward her covered in blood, and pretended to be calm and asked, "Let me die happily."

She closed her eyes in resignation and felt a cold sharp blade pressed against her neck.

Moyou complied with her request, and the moment the knife passed by, she breathed her last.

The familiar face gradually turned gray, and Ivy opened her mouth, but she still didn't say the sarcastic words.

It was the last one. Moyou turned around. Zhuang Lan had already been waiting with his eyes closed. His hands were tightly held with his wife next to him.

Tears blurred Xiao Yuzhen's eyes, blood flashed, and the big hand holding her gradually let go of her. At this moment, she could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

After doing this, Mo You stared blankly at the corpses on the ground. The knife in his hand slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"ended."

Everything was as she imagined, but she couldn't laugh.

"It's over." This time she said to the phone screen.

"You guys should forget about this and live a good life from now on." After saying that, this ridiculous live broadcast was cut off.

At the same time, the software used to watch the live broadcast on the mobile phones of the people participating in the live broadcast was automatically destroyed, leaving no trace and preventing the police from tracing them later.

"You are free." Moyou changed his clothes and stood at the door and said to the remaining people.

"Aren't you going to help us get out?" Ivy screamed, are we going to leave them here like this?What is the difference between this and letting them die?

Their injuries were so severe that they would die within a short time without medicine.

"I can't help you get out. I'll just send him to his death." Moyou opened the door. It was pitch black outside. She turned to look at everyone and showed a bright smile.

"Pray and hope the police find you before you die."

After saying that, he walked out and the door was closed with a bang.

The remaining survivors no longer have the joy of surviving the disaster, but are replaced by the fear of unknown death.

"When will I die?" Moyou walked quickly in the woods, like a ghost floating in the darkness.

"Tomorrow morning." 33 replied.

"Yes." Moyou responded and walked towards the place he had prepared in advance.

It was in the middle of the mountain forest, and there was a coffin placed between several trees. As he approached the coffin, Moyou's steps became slow.

"Is this the escape location this time?" 33 asked.

"Yes." Moyou walked around the coffin, then pushed open the lid, turned over and lay down in it.

It's dark, narrow, and the smell of wood is in your breath.

She sat up and pulled the lid closed, leaving some space to lie down again.

There was a gentle breeze, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and the clear moonlight fell on Mo You's face.

"Will I really be happy?" she asked, asking 33 herself, "Will doing this really make me happy?"

"Nothing will change, and the dead will not be resurrected. It will only make me, a living person, feel better. What's the point?" What is lost will never come back.

Moyou closed his eyes, "But I just don't want them to live. I want them to die. I want them to suffer."

"But I shouldn't have killed their parents. They were guilty, but the crime doesn't end there. The real fault is not on them." Moyou looked at his hand in the darkness, which was covered in blood before.

She laughed at herself, "I killed them, what's the difference between me and them?" They were all committing crimes.

"This is different." 33 silently approached Moyou, "You are different from them. They are them and you are you. My host is different from those bad guys."

Mo You didn't answer, she closed the coffin completely, blocking the last ray of light above her head.

The air inside will become thin and she will suffocate due to lack of oxygen. This is the way she chose for herself.

Holding the glass beads around her neck with both hands, Mo You hummed the same song that her mother once sang to her to put Cang Shu to sleep.

"Good night, my little hamster."

I hope you can have a good dream before the next dawn comes.