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"Shiyi, this will be your new home from now on."

"Everyone welcomes Shiyi to join our big family!"

"Yes, this is the training you need to do next. Hold the knife in your hand tightly and pick it up. It will be the most trustworthy thing in your life."

"Shiyi, cherish this friendship. When our family has fifty people, let's start the family dinner!"

"Shiyi, do you know? We are going to kill each other in the end."

"Shiyi, you are each other's bait. Kill each other and become each other's nourishment. Transform!"

"Shiyi, I don't want to die, don't kill me..."

The white-haired boy raised the knife in his hand expressionlessly.

Bolts from the blue, thunder rolling among the dark clouds, and every strike of lightning reflected a swipe of the white-haired boy's knife, a splatter of blood, and a death.

The white-haired boy spit out blood, threw away the curled dagger, and looked coldly at the pink-haired girl next to him.

The girl held the dagger nervously, with timid eyes and trembling legs. She really didn't know how she survived to the end.

"Shiyi, don't kill me..."

Before the girl finished speaking, the boy rushed forward and knocked off her dagger. He grabbed the girl's neck with both hands and pushed her to the ground.

The girl's face turned red from suppressing it, and her legs were fluttering in the air, struggling, but the boy's hand became stronger and stronger.

Her vision became blurry, and the girl vaguely saw the white-haired brother who took care of her even though he had a bad face, gradually overlapping with the boy with ferocious eyes.

The girl raised her hand with all her strength, and the boy turned his head slightly, thinking that the girl was trying to kill him, so he used more strength in his hand.

The girl's hand still touched the boy's face. She didn't attack him, she just put it gently on his face until the last moment.

The girl's palms dropped and she fell into a pool of blood.

The boy sat on the girl's body, his dull and empty eyes reflected in the coagulated blood on the ground.

He picked up the girl's dagger and scanned the field where no one was standing, scanning the space where blood was flowing.

The rusty iron door was pushed open, and a young and beautiful young woman walked out. She looked at the only survivor and smiled excitedly: "Shiyi, you did it!"

The boy looked at the young woman, as if he wanted to find the reason for doing this: "Mother, is it really our fate that we do this?"

The young woman clasped her hands together happily and said piously: "Of course, okay! Now it's my turn to enjoy today's feast!"

The boy tilted his head in confusion, and six bloody tentacles sprouted from behind the young woman...

The boy woke up in bed. Everything just seemed to be a dream. He stood up and looked at the closed iron door at the entrance.

He slowly walked towards the iron door and placed his palm gently on the rusty handrail.

"Don't open it..."

The sudden sound was like a giant hand, dragging him into hell.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Mazmi woke up from the bedside. Sweat wet the sheets and soaked into the wound. He grinned in pain.

After finally calming down, Mazmi had the opportunity to take stock of the surrounding environment.

A simple small bed, a few worn-out pieces of furniture, a simple environment, the floor was swept clean, and the clothes in the closet were still clean and tidy even though they were full of patches.

Following Gao Funu's eyes, Mazmi could also see something based on small details.

This is the residence of a woman who lives alone, is not financially wealthy, and is probably over fifty.

Mazmi lifted up the quilt and got down to the ground. As soon as the soles of his feet hit the ground, severe pain hit him. He couldn't control his body and fell to the ground.

"what happened?"

An old woman with gray hair ran in with a bag of vegetables. When she saw Mazmi falling to the ground, she screamed and ran to help her.

"Are you okay? Did you fall seriously? Let mom take a look."

Seeing the old woman groping back and forth on her body, Mazmi pursed her lips and showed displeasure.

He didn't like others being so close to his body. This would remind him of Chun Chun's teachings from his "mother": how to kill a person most efficiently.

He wanted to push the old woman away, but he still missed the feeling of being cared about and cherished.

The conflicting emotions made Mazmi's head swell. Coupled with his own injuries, he was helped to the bed by the old woman in a daze. When Mazmi touched the wound, he couldn't help but let out a few muffled groans.

"I told you kid not to move, but you didn't listen. Now you know it hurts," the old woman said nagging, but her eyes were filled with distress, and the movements of her hands became softer.

Mezmi watched intently as the old woman gently rubbed his cheeks. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes at some point. The familiar feeling made him fall into deep memories.

This feeling, this feeling...

Just like "mother"!

The appearance of "mother" has long been forgotten, but the lullaby that is sung every day still echoes in my mind.

The stars in the sky blink and blink

There is a rag doll on the roadside

rag doll, rag doll

why don't you go home

No parents?

Rag doll, don’t be sad or afraid

let me lend you half mama

Own a home with you

let me lend you half daddy

Own a home with you

"Shiyi, remember, you have to kill everyone and finally stand in front of me."

Mezmi's breathing became rapid and his face turned pale. He struggled to escape from the old woman's arms, jumped out of bed like crazy, and crawled toward the door.

The old woman rushed to pick up Mazmi and cried: "Son, son, your injury is not healed yet, you can't move! Listen to me, go back to bed."

Veins popped up on Mezmi's forehead, like an angry bull: "You are not my mother! You are not!"

The fire burned in his heart and the wound burst open. Mazmi struggled for a moment and then fell into a deep coma.

The old woman was afraid of worsening Mazmi's wounds, so she froze in place and didn't know what to do.

The old wooden door was opened, and several men who looked like doctors walked in followed by several women and elderly people.

The old woman seemed to have seen hope and said, "Doctor Dark, please save my son!"

Dak said with a headache: "I told him to rest a long time ago, why did he come to the ground? If your neighbor hadn't called me, your son would have been in danger. Really, I didn't even know I was here. How much medical expenses will you miss!”

Dak cursed and told the people behind him to carry Mazmi back to the bed and bandage Mazmi a second time.

The old woman walked to the neighbor and thanked her. The neighbor's aunt took two steps back in fear and said, "Keep an eye on your son, and let him go out as soon as he's ready. Young people nowadays can't live alone."

"I can't bear it!"

The neighbor's aunt rolled her eyes and said, "You can't support him! Don't worry about your son being so generous!"

The old woman lowered her head and said nothing.

In the pool of blood in the mind of Mazmi who fell asleep, the young woman was held up by six bloody tentacles. A blood bag swelled on her forehead and burst open, revealing a black eyeball wrapped in white tentacles.

"Shiyi, it is your destiny to kill others, and it is my destiny to eat the last of you!"