C196 One cannot live if one has done something wrong

"Don't shoot, I surrender!" Seeing the gun in the man's hand swing towards me, I immediately shouted.

The man hesitated for a moment, but didn't immediately shoot. Instead, he said, "Don't challenge my bottom line. This is your last chance."

"Master, this means that we're acting out of place. What's inside? Haha." I laughed and waited for a few seconds to a minute. At the spot where the snuff bottle was broken, a poisonous aura unique to the sticky red Old Object rose up. It rushed towards the black clothed man and I heaved a sigh of relief.

"Master, I'm telling you very seriously that you're in trouble." I looked at the man and finally let out a breath of relief. My tensed body suddenly relaxed as I tried to guide the strands of air flowing through my body, returning them to their normal course of action.

"Stubborn fool." The man sneered, and his fingers began to squeeze, ready to pull the trigger.

However, his complexion suddenly changed just at this moment. His hands began to shake uncontrollably. It was obvious that he wanted to control his own body, but it seemed that there was another kind of power competing with him for control of his own body. An emotion that shouldn't belong to him slowly appeared on his face. That kind of crazy expression made him secretly feel fearful. The more paranoid one's mind was, the greater the reaction would be after being entangled by these things. Or, using a more clear method, the harder they struggled, and the faster they would die.

"You … "No, shameless!" When the man's struggle touched that injured leg, he could no longer stand and fell to the ground with a thump. However, his body was still twitching like a fish out of water, making the final struggle.

"Shameless?" I looked at the man and said, "It was even worse than you. You see, I told you to give me a gun so that we could have a fair duel. You didn't want me to. Now that's a big matter, isn't it?"

His mouth was wide open, as if he was continuously biting his tongue. When I was more than three meters away from him, I could hear my teeth clattering together. It was very ear-piercing, and just listening to it caused me to feel a burst of toothache.

"Hey!" My subordinates have never killed Nameless, so tell me what your name is first! " I thought of those exceptional experts who acted so cool when they were about to kill the enemy, so I tried my best. However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't put on that kind of cool act, and after a while, I lowered my head, thinking that I was really born to be an honest person.

The man wanted to say something, but he didn't dare. His teeth were chattering, and he looked up at me as if he was struggling with his strength. His eyes were full of venom, as if he wanted to carve my appearance into his mind.

"Tsk, it's fine if you don't say it, but it doesn't matter if a nameless ghost dies occasionally." My arm was a little more comfortable from the green air current that was slowly returning to its original position, so I took out a cigarette and stuck it in my mouth. "Here's a piece of advice for you," I said to the man, "if you want to live a little longer, you'd better not struggle.

I kindly reminded the man, but the man obviously didn't listen to me. Or rather, this cunning and shameless fellow before me might have regarded me as someone similar to him. Thus, he didn't believe what I said and didn't stop struggling.

"Idiot!" Am I the kind of person you think I am? " I said to him somewhat angrily. The venomous aura coiling around his body had almost engulfed his entire body.

But at this moment, my eyelids suddenly twitched. The man did something that was out of my expectations. He used the last of his willpower and roared. After that, he temporarily regained control of his body.

A gunshot rang out. The hand that had held the gun and was still shaking a second ago finally fell to the ground powerlessly. A stream of blood flowed out from his temple and could no longer be stopped.

I didn't praise this fellow's vicious heart as I had never praised my enemy's habits before. Thus, I didn't admire his courage in facing death head-on. Instead, I stood up in a hurry.

"Bastard!" I looked at his body and cursed. The resentment that had been lingering over him seemed to have lost its target, and it began to hover in the air, as if searching for the next target to deal with. But obviously, this target is too obvious. Within a radius of a few hundred meters, only a living person like me stands here. Just by looking at my butt, one can tell that the one who is going to be in trouble is me.

This is a little different from what I imagined, I think that the man should still be struggling right now, even if he is engulfed in resentment, then there should still be a long way to go before he dies. In this period of time, I can enjoy his unbridled fear of death, look at his regretful expression, and then, just as he is about to die, he slowly gets up and does some tail sweeping.

However, with the sound of a gunshot, this fellow ended his own life without considering me at all. He was simply an unreasonably selfish person. Ignoring the pain that still remained in my arm, I quickly stood up.

It was a faint sound of a play, filled with sorrow and reprimanding. It was as if the devil had whispered in my ear, persuading me to give up resistance and merge with my resentment. At this point, my body felt chills, and a vicious thought began to invade my brain and pollute my soul.

Just as I had persuaded the dead man, I was not foolish enough to resist such a thing. My will was simply lingering inside me, but that thing actually started attacking me. It was something that had already taken a life, so it was more sinister and more aggressive than before. I felt a surge of anger.

"Calm down!" I shouted, and used a special technique to flick the spot between my eyebrows, causing my entire body to tremble. The pain in my soul couldn't even be compared to the pain in my body. The resentment that had invaded my body also started to tremble from the impact of my bullet.

Taking advantage of this gap, I took out small black cloth s from my pocket, and with three steps, I rushed towards the fragments of the snuff bottle. I grabbed all the fragments and threw them onto the small black cloth, swiftly wrapping them inside.

That devil-like raving sound suddenly disappeared from his ears and was replaced by an extremely sharp cry that seemed to be filled with extreme pain. In just an instant, the venomous auras that hadn't yet entered my body were all gathered up by the small black cloth and returned to the shattered fragments of the snuff bottle. And the trace of hatred in his body became a pure evil thought without consciousness.

Having lost its aggressive nature, it would only turn into a kind of negative emotion in my body. It might affect my thinking on a lot of occasions, but it wouldn't completely destroy my consciousness.

Of course, this kind of foreign being exists in my body, no matter what, it cannot be underestimated. Even if I were to take ten thousand steps back, I still wouldn't allow something that doesn't belong to me to exist in my brain. That way, it wouldn't be dangerous, but instead, every time he thought of it, he would feel disgusted, as if he was being watched by an outsider.

"Damn it!" Gripping the small black cloth in my hand, I shook my head, which was covered in cold sweat. My mind was filled with tyrannical thoughts. It took a lot of effort before he managed to suppress those remaining thoughts.

He stood at the same spot for a while. It was quite strange tonight. Even after such a long time, there were still no cars passing by. On the spacious land, there were only three lights on. The cold wind blew and the weeds that had not grown much on the side of the road swayed with the wind, giving off a gloomy vibe.

He took a deep breath. This mess couldn't just be placed on the road forever. I got into the man's car and searched around until I found a black diamond that looked like a brick. Secretly, I dialed 110 and waited in my car.

Looking out the window at the corpses on the road, I shook my head. Why bother? If you listen to my advice earlier, won't it be great if we can survive even one of them? Why do you have to court death like that? Furthermore, those words were said very well. If you don't seek death, you won't die. There was also an old saying that goes, "The sins of heaven can be made up for, but the sins brought upon by one's own will cannot be lived on." So this person … he must do fewer sins and live honestly like me. Wouldn't it be better if he could live for a hundred lifetimes?

The three police cars, their sirens blaring, arrived quickly. They did the same thing, blocking the scene, searching for useful items, then the camera's flash went off, recording the scene from various angles under the light of many flashlights and lights.

"Comrade, you were the one who called the police, right?" I pushed open the door and stepped out. A police officer in the form of a leader came up to me. He was accompanied by a small police officer, holding a small notebook in one hand and a pen in the other.

"Yes, Comrade Police." I nodded.

"Then can you tell us what happened at the scene?" If he was dead, it would be a big problem, not to mention that the man had used a gun, which made the already serious situation even more serious.

"Just like what you guys saw, that man tried to kill me, but somehow ended up pointing a gun at himself and killed himself. I saw that the situation wasn't right, so I quickly called the police." I used a pen to write down what was originally a very complicated topic. I summed it up very well. After the result, the cause of the matter was very straightforwardly and skillfully expressed.

"Why did he commit suicide?" The police chief in front of me frowned. He looked at me with an appraising gaze that made me feel uncomfortable.

"How do I know why he committed suicide? You ask me, who am I supposed to ask? I'm still confused. " I opened my eyes and lied, or if I told the police the real reason, I might immediately be sent to a mental hospital.

"Comrade, your attitude is more correct. A murder case has been committed!" The policeman next to the head of the police with the small notebook scolded me with a frown.

I suddenly felt a wave of anger and waited for him to shout, "What does this comrade of yours mean!?" What do you mean my attitude is more correct? Are you suspecting now that I killed him?! "Ah?!"

"What kind of attitude is this!?" The little policeman looked at me with an unfriendly expression, but the leader stopped him with his eyes. Comrade, he doesn't mean that. We just want to know what happened. "

"I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions." Taking a deep breath, I silently cursed the grievance that was left in my body. It immediately started to affect my emotions. But Comrade Police Officer, that is really the case. "