After sending the image of the black mass to Lin Shiyu, Zhuang Li instructed: "I will wait for her on the rooftop, you help me stop those stranded people. I just found out that they installed a Trojan program on Lin Shiyu's mobile phone. They will definitely stop me. ."
He shook his head and sighed: "These people have exhausted all ways to break the despair. Even if the mission fails, they are still working hard, but unfortunately it is useless. Their direction is wrong from the beginning."
Ziwei, Xiaodao, and Huangmao couldn't help thinking of the thin, numb, and lifeless figures they saw on the balcony the first day they came.
Behind these figures, there are also stories of despair hidden one by one.
"I hope we don't become like them." Xiaodao couldn't help but murmured.
"With me, I won't." Zhuang Li comforted softly, then walked into the bathroom, straightened his hairstyle in front of the full-length mirror, and changed his casual clothes into a gorgeous black tuxedo with a snap of his fingers.
At this moment, he looks like an aristocrat who came out of a medieval oil painting, and his body is filled with an indescribable sense of dignity and mystery.
He made full use of the creative power endowed by the magic mirror.
Huang Mao stared at him dumbfounded and asked, "Captain, why are you dressed so handsomely? You don't need to be so grand to attend the king's banquet, right?"
"When I attended my own wedding, I dressed up even more grandly." Zhuang Li kissed Xuan Ming's thin lips, and said in a low voice, "Those who came to disrupt the situation will be handed over to you."
"Of course, you can do your business with peace of mind, and leave the rest to me." Xuan Ming stroked the back of his neck and warned, "Don't take risks, we'll find another way."
Zhuang Li shook his index finger from side to side, his tone full of confidence: "The word 'lose' has never been in my dictionary."
Xuan meditated on his "great achievements" and couldn't help but smile.
"Let's go, go to the rooftop and wait." Zhuang Li took the lead and walked towards the door.
Everyone quickly followed.
At the same time, a young man called the smoker's cell phone, and cursed in exasperation: "Fuck, those five people sent the video of the black mass to Lin Shiyu to watch! Smoker, didn't you mention this? Taboo tell them?"
The smoker was stunned for a second, and then he cursed: "Of course I said it! I also brought them to see the tragic situation of Yu Chuan. How do I know they are crazy? Fuck! If you want to die, don't pull everyone into the water. This group of idiots! Come here quickly, we are going to start the clearing plan! The strength of that tallest man is unfathomable, you call everyone who still has combat power!"
This is ready to die.
They would rather kill these stupid new players than let Lin Shiyu commit suicide.
"We'll be right over here!" The young man hung up the phone.
Lin Shiyu finished the meal, walked into the room, and carefully called out to her husband, who was exhausted from domestic violence and was sleeping soundly on the bed, "Jizu, Jizu, have breakfast."
"Go away!" Liu Jizu cursed impatiently.
"Jizu, I'm going to the police station to pick up my son's body and put breakfast on the table. If it's cold, you can reheat it in the microwave before eating it." Lin Shiyu explained gently, seemingly completely forgetting the bruises on the corners of his eyes and the corners of his mouth. Who caused the wound, and even forgot that the son was not only hers, but also her husband's.
The matter of picking up the corpse should be the two of them going together.
Liu Jizu covered his head with a quilt and did not tell his wife that the body had been taken away by him.
Lin Shiyu changed into a more decent outfit, grabbed her bag and mobile phone, and walked outside. For the first time, she did not ask her mother-in-law to eat, because she knew very well that her son's death was caused by this person's negligence.
If she didn't play mahjong outside, if she locked the door when she left, her son wouldn't run out.
Thinking of this, Lin Shiyu's gentle and beautiful face was twisted into a ferocious and terrifying look, but in just a moment, she regained her weak expression and walked to the entrance to change her shoes. At this moment, her cell phone rang, she took it out and took a look, her mind suddenly fell into a blank.
Five minutes later, she was kneeling at the entrance with all her strength and her eyes full of fear, anger, but helpless tears. Shaking her hands, she called the police station and confirmed the fact that the body had been taken away by her husband.
Then she stood up staggeringly leaning against the wall, stumbled into the bedroom, threw herself to the bed, took a deep breath, and asked in a trembling voice: "Jizu, I called the police station just now, and they said you took Yuanyuan The corpse was taken away. Where did you take him? Give him back to me, okay?"
When it came to the last sentence, the tears in her eyes finally kept falling, and there was an extremely humble plea in her voice.
Liu Jizu couldn't bear it anymore, opened his fierce eyes, slapped him with all his strength, and said with a sneer, "Can you manage where I took him? He is Lao Tzu's son, I can deal with it as I want. Lao Tzu Bury it, throw it away, eat it, it's none of your business!"
Lin Shiyu was fanned out, the back of her head hit the wall, and a lot of blood flowed out. However, the severe pain did not disturb her thoughts, and she suddenly realized that the last sentence her husband said "eat" may not be nonsense.
Seeing her husband jumping out of bed and walking towards her, her face was full of rage, Lin Shiyu hurriedly got up and ran wildly.
For the first time in her life, in the face of her husband's domestic violence, she chose to run away because she still had another more important thing in mind. She had to confirm whether the video was real or not.
She quickly ran to the activity room, and the knife tore the large lock long before she came.
So she rushed into the activity room smoothly and saw the hexagram in the video, the blood on the ground and the candles left. Yuan Yuan's body disappeared, but the ground was full of broken bones, and there were still people's teeth gnawing and chewing food. traces of the past.
Lin Shiyu picked up what looked like a phalanx, and tears flowed from her red eyes.
At this moment, all the terrifying traces left here have confirmed the authenticity of yesterday's video. Her husband is the mastermind of this tragedy! Her husband, killed her son, hollowed it out, sacrificed it, and ate it!
Lin Shiyu slowly covered her mouth with trembling hands, and let out a violent retching sound and a mournful whimper.
At this moment, there are no words to describe her mood. despair? anger? Mourn
No, her mood is far deeper and more painful than the meanings expressed by these words. She cried heart-to-heart, hurriedly put the broken bones on the ground into her arms, and cried out.
A cry of "Yuan Yuan" came from the activity room, like a whimper from hell.
Xiaodao kept listening quietly outside the activity room, and suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.
Several missionaries walked towards him, holding sharp blades in their hands, and killing intent appeared in their eyes.
Xiaodao sneered and took the lead in walking towards the open space not far away, moving his muscles and bones while walking, and then pulled out a long sword with a cold light from the palm of his hand. It's been a long time since he's had a good fight, and he misses the feeling of blood splattering.
Lin Shiyu staggered out of the activity room, completely ignoring the group of people in the open space, and ran straight to the house.
The old player who was fighting with the knife could only look at her weakly.
If Lin Shiyu can't think about it and wants to jump off the building, no one can stop her except the new player.
On the rooftop, the smoker and a group of companions were fighting Xuanming, Ziwei, and Huangmao. They tried every time to bypass the siege of these three people and went to hijack Zhuang Li who was standing on the edge of the rooftop, but they all failed. They want to take Zhuang Li as a hostage and force Xuan Ming to bring Lin Shiyu home.
However, they couldn't break through Xuan Ming's protective circle at all. This person is too powerful. He only used his left hand to deal with the attacks of the crowd, and he never raised his right hand at all. Clearly, he was restraining.
He didn't want to kill, just defend. If he thoroughly angered him, the fight could be over in a second.
The smoker panted and shouted: "You persuade Lin Shiyu to go home, we will stop!"
Zhuang Li stood with his back to the crowd, without answering a word.
He shouldn't, Xuan Ming and the others naturally didn't make a sound.
The smoker roared angrily: "Are you crazy? What good will it do for you to drive Lin Shiyu to death? You will also be trapped here forever!"
She had never seen someone so stupid, so vicious!
However, Zhuang Li still didn't answer. The cold wind blew against his tuxedo, making his back even more mysterious. When the thick fog gradually surrounded him, his slender back and the squeaking hem of his clothes seemed to transform into the image of a demon with a pointed tail in the fog.
The dense fog couldn't swallow him, but it was like a breeding ground for him. He is a devil born of despair.
At this moment, a series of footsteps came from the stairs, it was Lin Shiyu.
Xuan Ming immediately raised his right hand, which he had never used, and punched him one by one, quickly knocking the smoker and the others down. The severe pain in the abdomen made these people lose their ability to move without even humming.
It wasn't until this moment that Yan Gui and the others realized that Xuan Ming still didn't use all his strength. His combat power definitely exceeds the upper limit of SSS! What the hell is he
A lunatic is not scary, but a lunatic who has both strength and recklessness is scary! These people are all fucking crazy!
The smoker, who was twitching in pain, cursed in anger and powerlessness in his heart, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at the entrance of the stairs.
Lin Shiyu walked out from there like a wandering spirit, staggering, and staggering toward the edge of the rooftop.
She is going to kill herself!
The smoker, who couldn't touch her at all, squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Stop her, please! My companion will die, he will die! Many others will die! Please!"
The smoker, who has not shed tears for many years, finally shed two lines of tears of despair at this moment.
But no one responded to her.
Xuan Ming was like an impenetrable wall blocking their way. Ziwei and Huang Mao just stood in the corner silently, watching Lin Shiyu step by step toward the brink of death.
The smoker and her companions couldn't help showing expressions of gnashing hatred. If they had known that these people were crazy to this extent, they would have killed each other as soon as the dungeon was opened!
Seeing Zhuang Li standing on the railing, Lin Shiyu was stunned.
Zhuang Li turned around and asked with a chuckle, "Are you here to jump off the building?"
This sentence is as common as a greeting, as if two people meet on the street occasionally and say "have you eaten" to each other
Lin Shiyu's expression became more and more confused, but she did not stop striding towards the edge of the rooftop. She didn't answer Zhuang Li's words, but clumsily climbed the railing and stood on the brink of death.
She looked into the distance, like every day before, trying to search for some different scenery, but like every day before, she couldn't see anything. That deep, dark fog, like her life, could not reveal a trace of light.
There is despair everywhere, endless despair...
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she slowly let go of her hand on the railing.
At this moment, the hearts of the smokers and others jumped to their throats, and they screamed with all their strength: "Don't!"
However, their so-called full force was nothing but a series of tiny moans. Xuan Ming very skillfully controlled the degree of damage to them, making them powerless to disrupt the situation and prevent them from dying. Being able to do this shows how unfathomable Xuan Ming's strength is.
Just when the hearts of Yan Gui and the others were about to burst, Zhuang Li suddenly said, "You're willing to die like this? You guessed right, your son was indeed killed by Wang Xiaodan."
He glanced at Lin Shiyu and chuckled, "You know what? When you were crying desperately downstairs, Wang Xiaodan's refrigerator was hiding your son's internal organs."
Lin Shiyu's hands that had already been loosened, suddenly gripped the railing firmly, her face numb due to despair, twisted into an angry shape bit by bit.
Zhuang Li looked into the distance and said casually, "Since you are going to die, why not take the person you hate with you?"
Lin Shiyu's body began to tremble slightly. She hated it, of course she hated Wang Xiaodan thoroughly. But she was incapable of taking anyone away. Years and months of beatings made her personality and self-esteem low to the dust.
She shook her head, sobbing, "I can't do it."
"Have you seen the scene where your husband turned into a devil? When you become a devil, you can have great power. When you become a devil, you can realize the wish that you most desire in your heart, but you are unable to achieve."
Zhuang Li stretched out his hand and coaxed softly: "So, do you want to make a deal with me?"
"What?" Lin Shiyu was stunned when she looked at this incredibly beautiful hand. She couldn't understand these words at all, but she was excited by the incitement.
Of course she has many unfulfilled wishes and many unfinished things. But she knew how useless she was. Her life is nothing but loss and failure.
"Make a deal with the devil. How about making yourself a devil?" Zhuang Li said as he stepped out of the rooftop.
Such an act is tantamount to suicide.
Lin Shiyu was so frightened that she covered her mouth and screamed, but her color changed in the next second.
I saw this man in a tuxedo, with a noble and mysterious atmosphere lingering around him, suddenly spread a pair of huge black wings and hung in the air. He raised the corners of his red lips, showing a smile full of interest, his handsome and bewitching face, showing a full evil aura in the thick fog.
He turned out to be a devil!
Lin Shiyu was stunned.
Smoker: "Fuck! What is this? What the fuck is this?"