Lose 100 million today

Chuzheng rubbed her chin and thought, searching the crowd with her eyes.

If the task is not completed, it means that the transaction is not established.

Why doesn't the transaction go through? She followed the normal procedure.

If she has no problem, then there is something wrong with these people.

Are these people...human?

Chuzheng carried Jingpo into the coffin: "Wait here."

Jingpo pulled her sleeve: "...What are you going to do?"

"kill."

Jingpo: "???"

Chuzheng pushed Jingpo inside, turned around and walked towards a crowded place.

Jingpo thought something was wrong, but was blocked by something and couldn't get out at all.

He could only watch in the coffin as the little girl over there stopped a person. Before the person could react, he pulled out the bamboo pole next to him and stabbed the person through.

One...two...

No one around her was spared.

As the little girl raised her hands, someone fell at her feet.

Jingpo's hand suddenly loosened his grip on the edge of the coffin, and he almost fell into the coffin.

If you look closely, you will find that he is shaking, as if he was frightened by something.

Jingpo thought of the suffocating feeling in the fantasy world.

--how come.

——Can’t kill.

The calm voice echoed in Jingpo's ears.

Does she really not know how?

This voice sounded in the bottom of my heart, getting more and more urgent and questioning him louder and louder.

Does she really not know how?

She was so calm about everything, even when she killed him in the fantasy.

Even if he kills himself...it won't matter.

Jingpo hugged himself and huddled in the corner, covering his ears with his hands.

But he still heard the sound.

The voice said: "Only one can live here, whether you want to live or die..."

Only one can live?

Does he want to live or die?

If he lives...she will die...

But he didn't want her to die.

"She will kill, just like she did before, without hesitation."

"...No! She won't!" Jingpo covered his ears: "Stop talking!!"

The voice continued to ask: "Only one of us can live. If we want her to live, she will have to die. Are you ready?"

Jock Po curled into a ball.

The voice said relentlessly: "Look over there, look up."

Jingpo didn't want to look, but he couldn't resist the urging of the voice and raised his head to look towards Chu Zheng.

What he saw was no longer her wielding a knife to kill those people.

Moreover, those people surrounded her alone, and her clothes were stained with blood, as if she might die at any moment.

No……

"She will live on if she dies..."

"I am dead……"

"She is despised by everyone in the world and regarded as a heretic by everyone. She is the only one who doesn't despise her. Isn't it impossible to die for her?"

"If I die...she will live if I die." Jingpo muttered as he touched his box and opened it.

Jingpo was holding a porcelain bottle, his eyes dull.

"Yes, drink it and you will be relieved. Drink it..."

"Shocking!" The girl's cold and stern voice cut through the space.

Snapped--

Jingpo's dull eyes gradually became brighter.

Chu Zheng raised her hand and prepared for the second blow.

Jingpo shrank back, his face burning with pain.

The next second he was held in someone's arms, his cold lips were covered with warmth, and he was tinged with warmth as he tossed and turned.

Chuzheng wanted more, but Jingpo resisted, and he was even trembling.

Chuzheng could clearly feel that he was afraid of herself.

Chuzheng let go of him and held his shoulders: "Are you afraid of me?"

Jingpo's breathing was messy: "I...I didn't."

Chuzheng narrowed her eyes: "No?"

The ends of the young man's eyes turned red, and Crow Feather's eyelashes drooped, blocking those eyes.

"No."

"kiss Me."

The young man looked at Chu Zheng in astonishment.

"You're not afraid of me? If you're not afraid, just kiss me."

Jingpo: "..."

She won't hurt herself... No... She won't...

Jingpo recited it several times silently in his heart, slowly propped up his body and approached Chuzheng.

The person in front of him was getting closer, and he could clearly see all the expressions on her face.

So calm...

Jingpo closed his eyes and pressed his lips against hers.

Although Chu Zheng didn't kiss him very often, Jing Po still learned a few things and imitated them clumsily.

Chuzheng tilted her head slightly, rested her chin on Jingpo's shoulder, and hugged him tightly.

"Don't be afraid of me."

The voice in Jingpo's ear was very soft, a little helpless, not as cold as before.

Jingpo's body stiffened and he didn't react.

Chuzheng put her palms on his back and hugged him tighter: "Okay?"

Jingpo's eyes became hot and swollen, and after a while he responded with a nasal voice: "Okay."

Chuzheng tilted her head and kissed his neck, and the boy visibly flinched.

Chuzheng made a move.

Did what happened in the fantasy have such a big impact on him?

Little sister, if that is an illusion, just kill him. He won’t know anyway. But that was his fantasy, and his perception was real, what do you think? The King may not be able to stand it any longer.

"..." Isn't that also an illusion?

…

Jingpo probably realized that his reaction was wrong, and his stiff body slowly relaxed.

Chuzheng let go of him, and the cold air filled the gap between them.

"No...don't want to continue?"

"Do you think I will kill you?" Chuzheng stared at him and asked bluntly.

"..." Jingpo shook his head.

"Jingpo, I want to hear the truth."

Jingpo clenched his fingers tightly, his fingertips glowing abnormally white.

"It keeps talking... keeps talking..." Jingpo raised his hand and covered his head: "I don't want to hear it, but it keeps talking."

I don’t know why that incident was suddenly magnified infinitely...

It replayed in his mind over and over again.

He saw the indifference on her face.

He seemed to be just a small animal that could be crushed to death easily. It made no difference to her whether he was dead or alive.

"Who keeps saying that?"

"I don't know, I don't know, he's in my mind, I can hear it no matter what I do, it..."

Chuzheng pushed Jingpo's head back onto her shoulder: "Okay, I don't want to think about it anymore."

Chuzheng comforted Jingpo, and it took him a while to calm down.

Chuzheng: "Remember what I said, the only person I won't hurt is you."

Jingpo looked up at her and met Chu Zheng's gaze.

The next second the boy buried his face into Chuzheng's neck: "Yeah."

-

Jingpo came back to his senses and found that the streets around him had changed and people were gone.

This place has changed from a normal town to a ghost town, and even the sound of the wind is eerie and scary.

They were still on the same street.

"What's going on here..."

Chuzheng jumped out of the coffin: "Is this what this place was originally like?"

What they saw upon entering was an illusion.

The illusion itself is an illusion, and the transactions in the illusion are also fake and naturally do not hold true.

She killed a lot of people nearby, and she didn't know what triggered it, and then the whole town changed.

As a result, when she came back, she saw Good Guy Ka preparing to take poison.