I Just Reopened My Life

He didn't speak, he was injured so badly, coupled with the influence of distortion, he probably couldn't hear me anymore.

"My brother has been sent to the Forbidden Island. He has a more important mission than me. If there is a chance, can you give him this thing?"

He handed me a package, and I silently accepted it. I knew it was a book without opening it.

When I was a child, I had a high self-esteem. I always felt smarter than my peers and always read some books. This is the one I often read.

"Sorry, I couldn't send it to the Forbidden Island." I was expressionless.

"Really?" He smiled relievedly, "It is indeed true, it's because I didn't think about it well..."

He hasn't finished speaking, because I don't dare to listen anymore.

The special dagger pierced into the body, these same kind who stayed sober at last never resisted in front of me.

Gift, I received it.

I numbly pulled out the dagger, and another sincere son died in front of me.

I am really numb, I am a person who has no feelings at all.

I kept hypnotizing myself like this.

…

From time to time, I made a cut in my body, and every time I killed a person, I would cut a knife. In this way, it seemed that I was also injured on the battlefield.

When someone asked, I said as if confessing my sins:

"Yes, I killed the people."

It seems that this matter has spread.

There is a young boy in the camp, fighting for the human race every day.

"so good!"

Walking on the street, the pedestrians on the road were amazed at me.

"I heard that 30% of the enemies were wiped out by him."

"I didn't expect it to be so good at a young age."

I walked on the road in a daze, and I was admired by people.

"Thank you, big brother. Mom said that you have been protecting us. You have killed so many bad guys! Revenge for my dad!" The little boy stuffed the flowers into my hands.

He thanked me.

How should I answer him?

The toy your father gave me before he died, I haven't given it to you yet.

I revealed the wound I made today.

I had to say: "Yes, I killed people."

"You are exhausted today. It is very hard to go into battle to kill the enemy." The grandma on the street praised me and gave me some food left in the house.

I looked at my grandmother blankly, as if seeing his young son's tragic condition before me deformed.

How should I answer him.

It would be great if I really killed the enemy on the battlefield, I thought.

I exposed the wound again: "Yes, I killed the people."

"He is the great hero of the human race." A person of the same age looked at me excitedly, as if he was looking forward to me.

The look in my eyes is familiar, like the look I used to see clearly.

"We will have hope, right?" There was clarity in his eyes.

I was speechless, in response to them.

I had no choice but to expose the wounds over and over again, and the wounds became more and more day by day.

The people around me blessed me one by one, I can only say again and again:

"Yes, I killed the people."

"Yes, I killed the people."

"Yes, I killed the people."

…

Until the end, I have no conscience to use to reply.

I could only follow the way of Master Mo and nodded in response.

At this moment, I seem to understand why Master Mo is as admired by people as I am.

Back home, I asked him.

"Are you also an executioner?"

I looked at Mo.

Don't look at the wine.

Speaking of it, the people who accompany him to drink and decompress seem to be dead.

Mo didn't speak, just looked at the book on my body, "What did you promise the dead again?"

"Nothing." I lowered my head and said nothing.

"You think you have confessed to Master wrong, don't you?" Mo suddenly said.

not at all.

I just didn't expect that Mo, who is not good at hiding pressure, and Mo, who was afraid to start with his former partner, would once do the same job as me.

Did Mo keep hiding his pressure?

"Kill a few," he asked.

"I can't remember." I lied.

He looked at me and didn't care about anything. He just said: "I have killed a few acquaintances."

I was in a daze. How many did I kill?

My mother, my father, my brother, who else is there?

The figure of the uncle has been drawn in my mind, and this one should be regarded as one.

"I can't remember."

It drives me crazy.

Mo looked at me and nodded, "Don't be afraid, you have done nothing wrong."

"This is the best practice."

I raised my head in a daze. I didn't understand what he meant, but after a while I guessed it.

Mo had also been an executioner, but now he has taken on responsibilities that many people can't bear. The job of executioner may be a trial.

"When your heart is cold enough, it is naturally less likely to fall. When you kill enough, you can really start to take on my current position."

"When will it be considered enough to kill?"

"Wait when you really forget how many you killed."

Don't shake your head:

"So, do you want a glass of wine before this?"

Drinking can forget the pressure, but I rejected him.

…

My performance is good.

So cold that even the person in charge can't believe it.

He said that I was the most cruel one in these years, and the last one was Mo.

By the time I practice, I will definitely be able to withstand enough pressure so that I won’t fall prematurely.

And the moment I took responsibility came very quickly.

Today is when I am working again.

Another familiar body was placed in front of me.

It's Mo.

The tentacles on his chin were crazily twisted and grown, and he was about to reach the deepest point of craziness.

This moment is the last Qingming.

His friend died, no one relieved his pressure, and he went to collapse alone.

When standing in the snow that day, maybe that was his last drinker.

"Ah, it's you who did it, it's really great." Mo took another sip of the wine flask in his mouth. "How many acquaintances have you killed now?"

"I do not remember."

Mo paused for a moment and smiled. Then he slowly said: "There are many odds and ends in my room. After I die, if there is a chance, you will send it to the Forbidden Island."

"Just send it to the palace, let us stay with Li Changye, as a drink with him."

Familiar requirements are generally the same as before others died.

It’s just a lot of stuff.

I recalled everything in Mo's room, everything was entrusted to him temporarily by the person he killed.

Slowly, the family accumulated a lot.

"good."

"You are so indifferent." Mo smiled.

This is the last sentence he said before he died.

I cleaned the blood on the dagger.

Slowly, UU reading www.uukanshu. After com, I didn’t have to be engaged in murder. I began to really take on the big responsibilities, and I also began to practice real, becoming the successor here.

The person in charge also said this: "Ruyuan is the most indifferent person in the history, and he can definitely inherit the great responsibility."

Everyone thinks so.

Ruyuan has no emotions.

…

Only in the middle of the night, a voice will be heard in the camp:

"Yes, I killed the people."

The voice was slightly drunk.

With the sound of stepping on the leaves, it seemed to walk towards the light step by step.

Only this time, on this road, there are no longer two people.

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