I'm the one running the game

Zhang Ran opened his eyes suddenly, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

He looked around and found that he was no longer on the street, but had been carried back home by someone.

Recalling my nightmare, I was still frightened. Fortunately, the nightmare gradually subsided, and I secretly comforted myself: 'My sister is a preparatory disciple of Emperor Miaozhu, how dare that evil way harm me! ’

When I thought of this, nameless anger emerged in my heart.

What kind of identity did he have that he was beaten by an evil person?

A fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes, waiting for his sister Zhang Lan to come back, and he must let her make the decision for him to kill this evildoer.

Hearing the commotion in the house, his sister Zhang Lan came into the house holding a bowl of soup, which was obviously freshly brewed.

"I asked you, why didn't you listen to anything and why did you bully others again?" Zhang Lan said with dissatisfaction in his tone.

This younger brother is not a worry at all. She is indeed a preparatory disciple of Miao Zhu, but she is not the only one, there are many competitors.

Because every time she acted to deal with the aftermath of her brother, she lost a lot of opportunities.

Originally, he could have dropped the word "preparation" and become a formal disciple, but at every critical moment, he lost the opportunity because of this younger brother.

Of course she knew that people who were also preparatory disciples were plotting against her several times before, but her younger brother was too stupid to be able to stand up to her, and he was plotted every time.

If her parents hadn't died early, she had dragged Zhang Ran along alone, and would have kicked him away for the sake of her own power.

"Sister, how can you say that to me? It's not my fault at all, it's not that evil monster!" Zhang Ran was very angry when he heard that Zhang Lan was not facing him. If the other party was beaten by him honestly, it would not be the same. If you plunder the other party's money, there will be nothing more to come.

However, Zhang Lan frowned: "Don't fool me. I already inquired when I came back. You were the one who went there first to find trouble."

"The family is not short of money and food for you, so why do you want to bully the market?"

At first she wanted to investigate who was behind the scenes, but she found out that it was her younger brother who made no sense.

"I...it's not because I was itchy for a while, I lost some." Zhang Ran said with twinkling eyes when Zhang Lan said this.

I lost the bet and had no money, but my addiction came back, and there was really nothing I could do.

As for borrowing from the casino? They didn't lend it to him at all. It wasn't that he hadn't lent it, but that after he lent it, he lost it all because of Zhang Lan's power.

Over and over again, the casino would let him in when he had money, and kick him out when he lost all his money.

I also thought about using Zhang Lan's identity to pressure him, but the other party didn't accept this trick at all. If Zhang Lan was a temple blessing, the casino couldn't afford to offend him and ran away.

But Zhang Lan is just a preparatory disciple, not even a formal disciple. I will give it to you for the sake of face because I have been blamed for it in the past. Anyway, the money will go back to the casino once it goes around the gambling table.

However, if you want to dominate, then Zhang Lan is not qualified. I really think there is no one behind the casino, and Zhang Lan does not cover the sky with one hand. In the local Emperor Temple, he can only be regarded as a small shrimp.

"Are you going to gamble again? I didn't tell you that gambling is not allowed, why do you still dare to go!" Zhang Lan frowned and was very angry.

The last time she almost became an official disciple, it was because Zhang Ran caused trouble due to gambling. She went to sponsor him and they gave him face, but she also missed the opportunity to become an official disciple because of this incident.

"You are busy every day. What can I do at home alone? I can only gamble some money for entertainment. I can't hide at home every day." Zhang Ran frowned, the anger in his heart getting stronger and stronger.

I have already restrained myself so much. In the past, how could I have just taken a gamble and played something interesting?

"You!" Zhang Lan's whole face turned red when the other party retorted like this: "You don't know the importance of it at all!"

"I'm just a preliminary disciple, so you can be tyrannical. If I become a formal disciple, your life will be better."

"It's good for you, but you do bad things every time. Until now, I'm still just preparing a disciple!"

Zhang Lan cursed, hating that iron cannot become steel.

In the past, Zhang Ran would have been submissive when he heard this, because he knew Zhang Lan was angry.

But today was different. Being so aroused, anger surged directly to his forehead.

"You are not a waste of your own. You can't even fight a few prostitutes with the door ajar. You have to say that it was me who ruined your business."

"I'm just looking for some fun, what the heck, you can't solve this problem, why are you blaming me?" Zhang Ran scolded him back immediately.

Snapped!

A crisp slap sounded, and Zhang Lan slapped Zhang Ran directly.

"You...you hit me! You haven't hit me since you were a child, and you hit me for such a trivial matter?!" Zhang Ran roared with red eyes.

Zhang Lan's expression turned cold.

"I just hit you, how dare you yell at me?" Zhang Lan completely gave up on Zhang Ran at this moment: "This is the last time I will help you solve the problem. From now on, we will sever our relationship, and you can do whatever you like. I don’t care what you do.”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

At this moment, Zhang Ran panicked. In the past, Zhang Lan would comfort himself softly.

Now he actually ignored him, and then his anger rose again, and the malice in his heart emerged.

'How dare she do this? ’

‘In that case, don’t blame me for being cruel. ’

Zhang Ran's eyes fell on the hatchet in the corner, he stood up suddenly, picked it up, and rushed over quickly.

The knife flashed, the head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out from the headless body like a fountain.

"Hahahaha, who are you to care about me?" Zhang Ran laughed arrogantly, but his laughter gradually became a little terrified. It was not until he stopped that he realized what he had done.

"I... this, this is not..." He had never thought that he could chop off Zhang Lan's head with one knife. The fear occupied everything in him, and he could not understand why this happened.

"How can you be so useless that you died after being chopped? Damn it!"

He cursed, he was not afraid that Zhang Lan would be killed by him, but that his good days would be over after Zhang Lan was gone.

As for killing Zhang Lan, he did not regret it at all.

"No, I have to escape quickly. If I kill the temple priest and the disciple-in-waiting of the Emperor's Temple, those women in the Emperor's Temple will definitely not let me go."

How could he not understand the situation of those women? They would do anything for merit. If he killed someone, it would definitely become a merit for the other party to get promoted. At that time, it is possible that his head would be chopped off and used as a decoration.

So this is not a place to stay for a long time.

"But...where should I escape to?" Zhang Ran is indeed a bully on weekdays, but he still has eyesight and brains. He knows who can be offended and who can be bullied.

Of course, he understands that now the whole world is the Emperor's temple, where can he escape to.

Destroy the body and eliminate the traces? This kind of thing is impossible. Do you think the neighbors are blind and deaf, or the disciples of the Emperor's Temple who came to investigate that day are fools?

"Why not..."

When he was scared to the extreme, some horrifying ideas emerged in his mind.

Since he couldn't escape, it would be better to wipe out the entire Emperor's Temple, so that there would be no evidence.

Not to mention more, he would still have enough time to escape.

Originally, he did not have this ability, but just now, he realized, what virtue and ability did he have to be able to easily behead a temple keeper's candidate disciple with a blunt hatchet?

"The Great Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Method is actually true, what does that evil way mean?"

At this time, how could he not understand why.

Don't look at his tall and strong figure. In fact, after Zhang Lan became a temple keeper's candidate disciple, he had been living a life of pleasure all day long, and he had been hollowed out by wine and sex, and was just an empty shell.

What people were afraid of was not his burly physique, but the power behind him.

He also knew this, but he was just fearless.

"Don't care about him, kill him first." Zhang Ran had this thought, and suddenly he felt that the world was vast.

He went out directly with the hatchet, without wiping the blood stains on his body, and didn't care about the scared eyes of others.

He went straight to the Emperor's Temple.

"Stop, you..." A janitor who was guarding the door of the Emperor's Temple wanted to stop him.

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Ran swung his hatchet diagonally and the servant was immediately cut in half from the shoulder.

However, the servant was not dead, and Zhang Ran stabbed him in the neck again.

"It's not an illusion, hahaha!" Zhang Ran felt refreshed after smelling the blood.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief, someone dared to be so presumptuous in front of the Emperor's Temple.

However, after being shocked, everyone ran away in panic. Zhang Ran looked like a madman, killing people at random right away. What if he didn't run away and cut himself with a knife?

"Killing people can make you stronger. Isn't this method a hundred times better than practicing Taoism and serving the Emperor?"

Zhang Ran felt as if he had a destiny, and rushed into the local Emperor's Temple with a hatchet, chopping left and right with the hatchet, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Even the temple keeper was killed by his hatchet.

"I thought you were so high up that you could definitely crush me to death with just one finger."

"I didn't expect you were just a flesh and blood." Zhang Ran said disdainfully: "Why can you enjoy such power, but I have to sneak around to kill someone?"

A temple keeper was very angry when he heard this. He was so confident that he could justify killing people. He was simply unscrupulous.

"Please ask the goddess Miaoran to subdue the demon!" The temple keeper asked for the gods at the first time. Zhang Ran was really weird.

Seeing this, Zhang Ran's eyes showed murderous intent. He approached in three or five steps. He chopped the half-invited temple keeper in half with his hatchet.

The process of asking for the gods was interrupted.

"Damn it, you dare to ask for the gods instead of waiting to die. Don't even think about leaving a single person alive in this Emperor Temple today!" Zhang Ran shouted angrily. His dissatisfaction had reached its peak, and even a black cloud of negative emotions appeared on his body.

At first glance, he didn't look like a human, but a demon, an alienated human demon.