God doesn't want me to be human

Life and death are the deepest and most terrifying beliefs.

When the valve of life and death opens a crack, people learn to betray the gods in their hearts.

Lu Jia woke up again in the bedroom. He lay in a daze on the soft bed, the pillow on which he was resting was slightly uncomfortable.

kill a person...

Kill a man, save the world.

This kind of thing that doesn't need to be selected, in Lu Jia's place, even the "yes" button is vaguely impossible to press.

To kill—that is to kill!

Lu Jia once thought that if he could, he would be the protagonist, stand in front of people like a hero, and open up a new world for the miserable people.

But when an opportunity to become a hero was presented to him, he just wanted to retreat home now, pretending that he had never seen or heard anything.

He doesn't know anything!

Doesn't that mean...you don't have to...kill people?

It is often written in novels that "killing a person is like killing a chicken", but Lu Jia can't do it, he hasn't even killed a chicken.

In the room alone, it was quiet and silent. Lu Jia felt his heart beat faster and faster, so fast that it hit the inner cavity, so fast that he started to feel a dull pain.

He bit his lips tightly, reached under the uncomfortable pillow with trembling hands, and took out a piece of something wrapped in coarse cloth.

The place where the hand touched began to feel hot, as if it had been burned by fire.

Lu Jia couldn't help but let go of his hand.

Obviously he didn't do anything, but his chest heaved violently, sucking in oxygen.

He closed his eyes abruptly.

One minute later, Lu Jia opened his eyes, got up and got out of bed, picked up the light golden sharp weapon hidden under the pillow, hid it in the sleeve of his right hand, and walked out of the room.

A mournful cry came from downstairs: "—Ah! My room——Ah! Woohoo!"

Like the cry of death in a cemetery.

Lu Jia bit her lower lip tightly, ignoring her trembling calves, and hurried her steps, hitting the ground with a heavy and dull thud.

Soon, he stood in front of the stairs, looking up at the dark stairs leading to the third floor.

stepped up.

His figure was gradually submerged in the darkness.

Knocking on the earl's door, Lu Jia who was standing at the door lowered his head, his expression was covered by the shadow.

The door was quickly opened.

"Lu Jia."

It was like the sound of flowers blooming in the middle of the night.

Lu Jia raised his head.

He didn't know if he was particularly embarrassed or stupid now, he just looked at the earl's silver eyes.

"My lord, do you know that someone has been killing people in your castle?"

He must be retarded! 100% of the kind!I'm especially sorry for those classmates who called him Xueba in those years!

Even if he knew that the Earl was a monster, a murderer with a white cloak during the day and a black cloak at night, and the source of all evil.

But he still couldn't help asking him.

He never wanted to equate the count with a monster who brought him a sense of peace of mind. He always felt that the count would not kill people.

Stupid!

Lu Jia scolded himself fiercely in his heart, and then still looked at the Earl expectantly.

With all the evidence pointing to the evil earl, he looked at Lu Jia, the corners of his lips curled up in an almost non-existent arc.

"know."

Lu Jia's pupils froze, he looked at the count, his restless and confused heart finally stopped being entangled, and he fell directly into the ice ocean.

The earl, who symbolizes "white", has a white cloak, white slightly curly hair, and silver eyes, and has nothing to do with filth.

He reached out to stroke Lu Jia's hair.

"So you're upset about it?"

Lu Jia couldn't speak, he wanted to cry in his heart, and the better the earl treated him, the more he wanted to cry.

He didn't understand why someone could treat one person so well, but ignore other people's lives.

Isn't it good to be a purely good person!

"Tanatus." The count spoke to the darkness in the distance.

"Clang!" The sound of metal hitting the ground.

The sound attracted Lu Jia to turn back subconsciously, and then he saw a man in a black cloak walking out of the darkness holding a huge scythe.

Who is this?

Lu Jia was a little silly.

A man in a black cloak with a huge scythe stepped out of the darkness, and the dim candlelight fell on his face.

Long black curly hair protruding from the hood, extremely dark eyes that seem to be able to swallow the soul, the handsome face is full of indifference, and the whole body exudes a frightening chill.

Except one is extremely white and the other is extremely black, this face...

Someone with the same face hugged him from behind.

"Tanatus, you scared Lu Jia."

Earl Hei on the opposite side looked indifferently at the person who seemed to be a mirror image of himself and the shocked boy in his arms.

"Don't worry about it in the future, Thanatus won't hurt you." The earl who solved the puzzle of Lu Jia's anxiety said in his ear.

Lu Jia swallowed hard.

He needs a halftime break, and he needs a script, and of course it would be even better if he could manage it.

Lu Jia struggled to clear his thoughts.

The Earl of the White Mantle is a good man, the kind who can’t kill people, his previous intuition was correct... The Earl of the Black Mantle, called Thanatus, can kill people...

Before Lu Jia could clear up his confused thoughts, the murderous Black Earl walked over.

A breath of death rushed towards his face, and Lu Jia couldn't help but want to take a step back, but was blocked by the warm embrace.

Thanatus stood in front of him, looked at Lu Jia with indifferent eyes, and then swung his sickle.

"Scandium—clang!"

The sleeve robe of Lu Jia's right hand was cut, and a fragment of a light golden sharp weapon was blown away, spinning on the floor of the corridor and then shattered into pieces.

Lu Jia struggled to withdraw the thread from the pile of dregs.

He is too difficult! ! !

The ironclad truth doesn't seem so true!The self-defense weapon in his hand that he didn't know whether to use was blown away!And now he is between the victim (Count White) and the suspect (Count Black)!

system!System, come out quickly!Give me some help!

He wants to choose the option "This person is dead, burn incense for something"!

Or "presence 0% skill" is also available!

"I..." Lu Jia spoke with difficulty.

What am I!What should he say next!

Now he no longer has to think about killing people and becoming a hero, he can think about his own epitaph.

"Lu Jia."

The hand that was originally placed on top of his head moved down and lifted his chin, forcing him to show the tight neck line.

"You need a little punishment."

Standing in front of Lu Jia, Thanatus swung his huge sickle, and it slid coldly across Lu Jia's neck, and then blood slowly flowed out along the thin blood line, dripping on the white cloak on his body, like a flower blooming. Blossoming strange bright red flowers.

Lu Jia opened his eyes. He was lying in the small room when he first came here. The snow-white flowers outside the window were blown by the wind and made a rustling sound.

Lu Jia sat up and touched his neck. This time the wound hadn't healed and was wrapped in a thick bandage.

"I..." He tried to speak, and found that there was no problem at all, and he was relieved from the bottom of his heart.

How nice not to be dumb!

Regarding the neck-cutting incident, Lu Jia did not protest.

After all, he was the one who carried the murder weapon first, and he still had some doubts about this.

He was about to get out of bed, but when he turned his head, he saw the wreath on the bedside table that had withered and turned yellow at the edges. He paused, and then reached out to touch the wreath.

There are doubts about killing a person and becoming a hero.

At least Sophia didn't tell him that the Earl had two, and the pronoun was always "it" instead of "they".

If Lu Jia didn't ask the count, and went straight in with the white knife and the red knife, then the count would have died, and the real murderer, Thanatus, would still be alive.

At that time, the innocent earl was innocently GG, and the innocent Lu Jia was not innocently GG by Thanatus who was driven away.

One move and two lives.

So Lu Jia had doubts about the information Sophia said.

But is it because Sophia's information is incomplete, or...

Lu Jia decided not to think about it for the time being.

He was actually unwilling to speculate that Sophia might have bad intentions, but the cruelty of the people in this world left a deep impression on him.

Then watch it.

Observe carefully.

After sitting down and making a decision, Lu Jia felt a little more at ease, and then turned his attention to the novel next to the wreath.He had seen this novel before, in the earl's study when he was exploring the castle at night. On the thick dark brown cover, it was written in gold letters-Eternal Garden of Eden.

Did the Count give it to him?

Lu Jia turned the pages of the book, and the beginning was fantasy.

"Great God! Your loyal believer is willing to offer you his humble everything. Starting today, my descendants and I will record everything about you, so that the world will admire your brilliance..."

After skipping the praise like a thousand-word essay, the story finally begins.

"Chapter 1 The great traveler in the world In the world of chaos and ignorance, He walks on the earth, Snow-white flowers bloom in the aisle, Crows sing hoarsely, And the most pious are those who kneel down, They wear it with all their hearts , revered, and sang praises, they dare not look directly at His brilliance, and their mouths are humbled and silent, only their souls are still engraved with pious beliefs..."

This kind of flattery-based narrative method successfully exposed Lu Jia (The old man in the subway looks at his phone.jpg).

"Ah——! My room! Woohoo! Ah——! My room!" A shrill cry came from outside the door.

Let Lu Jia decisively give up on flattering fantasy novels, put the book in the drawer of the bedside table, and then get up and go out.

There are a few more unfamiliar faces in the corridor outside the door, they should be newcomers.

The crying person was a middle-aged woman paralyzed on the ground. She was crying miserably next to the first door of the corridor on the right.

"My room! My room—! Woohoo!"

The wooden door slammed open, and a man with a rough curly beard came out and kicked her in the chest, causing her to howl and gasp for breath.

"Marlena! You bitch! I said it's my room now!"

Isn't the maid's room on the right?

Facing such a fierce fight for the room, Lu Jia, who was standing at the door of his room, finally realized something.

For the people who came in the same group as him before, the vacated room was just enough for them to live in, but now... 2 people died in the past two days, which means that 4 people have no room.

It is safer to live inside a room than to stay outside.

That's why the curly bearded man took the new middle-aged woman's room.

Lu Jia's group was lucky, but not everyone was lucky.

"We should go." An old man walked out of the next room where the half-white-haired man lived and died. His hair and beard were snow-white, and the lines of the passage of time on his face were deeply etched.

"Yes." The rough curly bearded man seemed a little afraid of him, so he nodded and followed him.

The middle-aged woman didn't dare to cry anymore, she got up and followed behind, clutching her chest.

The other three followed behind.

When passing by Lu Jia, the old man nodded to Lu Jia with a kind smile.

Lu Jia hurriedly gave way and watched them go to the back kitchen. The old man walked in the front despite being the weakest, and the rest of them followed closely behind like rabbits afraid of lions.