The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 822

In the red world, he saw the ferocious and painful face of the woman, where a knife was stuck in the place where the blood spattered, and the person holding the knife was himself.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Continue, I won't call stop, don't stop!"

The man's crazy and indifferent voice rang in his ears, and then a pair of big hands grabbed his hand, pulled the dagger out of the woman's body, and was led by those hands to stab the woman where she was still intact.

One knife, two knives.

His world is full of blood, bright red, coquettish and weird, as if the whole world is bleeding.

He stood there numbly, looking at those hands, held by the other hands, stabbing into the woman's body one after another, as if the stabbing was not a person, but a sandbag, a sandbag full of blood.

He counted, 38 knives.

"That's how it should be done."

"Never be afraid, don't be merciful, only ants will be compassionate, you have to do it, the supreme king, you have to dominate this group of ants!"

"The weak are never worthy of sympathy. To you, they are just useless stepping stones, cheap animals! They are worth dying for!"

"If one day you become a weak person, then you will be a stepping stone for others, and her end will be your end."

"No, your fate will be thousands of times worse than hers."

"You have to remember, the way of survival I taught you. Looting and killing can break through all difficulties. If you don't want to die, kill the other party and let him turn into a handful of loess."

Huo Yuan turned his head and looked at the crazy man through the blood curtain.

Holding the knife in his hand, he stabbed at the man's chest, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the bright red world, following the man's silence, turned to ashes little by little.

"Cheap animals, kill each other."

The boy's indifferent voice drifted into the sky along with the red smoke.

The blood curtain receded, and there was boundless whiteness.

Not far away, there is an extra door.

He raised his feet and walked towards the door, pushed open the white door, and a huge tide rushed towards him, engulfing him.

Suffocation, despair and pain constantly swept through his nerves.

He struggled desperately in the water, but there was a force above his head suppressing him. The foul smell of mud at the bottom kept getting into his nose and mouth, and he could only swallow it desperately.

An indistinct voice came from the top of the head, "It's almost there? If this continues, you will die."

"Hmph! Useless trash, you can't even endure this bit of suffering, you'll die if you die!"

"But he's only five years old. Are you asking too much of him?"

"What? You think I'm harsh? Don't forget what I asked you to do!"

"..."

Huo Yuan lost consciousness, and the world in the water began to shake, as if the world began to collapse.

At this moment, a soft voice came, "Don't be afraid, everything you see is an illusion, an illusion, don't let the illusion blind your eyes, and defeat them."

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the muddy water gradually cleared up. He reached for the dagger in his sleeve and swiped it away with his backhand.

"hiss!"

Accompanied by the man's gasp, there was a strong sense of weightlessness under his feet.

He fell in the water.

The next moment, he fell heavily on the ground, and there were burning pains all over his body.

He opened his eyes, and a whip magnified in front of his eyes, and fell hard on his face.

He raised his hand to block it, and the whip landed on his leg again, as if his skin and flesh were ripped apart.