[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

Fudi Ying smiled foolishly, "Didn't I tell you that? I think he's dirty, and I don't even bother to turn a swollen corpse into a dependent. So I just gave him to the Special Experiment Management Center to be their guinea pig and test subject."

With every word he said, Xie Shuyi's face turned paler. The boy's eyes turned completely red, and he gritted his teeth and said these words, "You... I will kill you."

Fukuchi Yingchi quickly took a step back, with an innocent look on his face, "Why are you killing me? Akutagawa didn't die at my hands. I helped him avoid being soaked by the rain and found a place for him to stay. Even though there's no coffin, it's better than leaving his body exposed in the wilderness."

Fudi Yingchi paused and said meaningfully, "Why? Some people are not going to frame me for the crime of murder, are they?"

Xie Shuyi only felt a blackness in front of his eyes and his body shook involuntarily.

He tried hard to steady himself, but his legs seemed to have lost their strength and could not support the weight of his body.

Jie Shuyi half-knelt on the ground, exhausted, trying to find some support, but it was all in vain.

He felt dizzy from deep within his brain, and his eyes were bright red. When he looked down at his hands, they were covered in blood again.

The surrounding scene was changing little by little, as if we were back to that rainy night.

The smile on Akutagawa's face before his death flashed before his eyes again and again, and Jie Shuyi couldn't help but make retching sounds.

Fukuchi Yingchi half-knelt down, grabbed Odasaku's hind legs and dragged him towards Jie Shuyi.

The slow, dragging sound seemed to be beating at Jie Shuyi's heart. He smelled the blood getting closer and closer to him, and Akutagawa's death was replaying over and over again in his mind.

"Jie Shuyi, when I first saw your information, I knew you were a mad and inhuman guy. I thought you were always cruel and bloodthirsty, but now you've tortured and killed your friends and elders. Is there anything else you can't do?"

Fukuchi Sakurachi spoke slowly on purpose. He threw Odasaku in front of Jie Shuyi. His deep voice was like the devil's whisper. He bent down and leaned close to Jie Shuyi's ear. He emphasized the words "killing the elders".

Xie Shuyi looked up blankly, "What are you talking about? What murder..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the man collapsed in front of him, with half of his face exposed.

"Uncle...Uncle?" Xie Shuyi made the sound with a choked throat, almost without moving his mouth.

Xie Shuyi was completely stunned. Looking at that face that couldn't be more familiar, he just sat there in a daze without any reaction.

Odasaku just lay there quietly, having lost all life, without the slightest movement.

His body had long lost its human form after being damaged by the supernatural power, with his bones exposed. His face was pale from excessive blood loss, and it was obvious that he was no longer alive.

The remaining supernatural fluctuations in the body told Jie Shuyi everything.

These fatal and cruel wounds were all caused by Zhan Yikong.

Xie Shuyi couldn't find his voice for a long time. His five senses seemed to be blocked and he could not hear any sound. As far as he could see, there was only darkness except for the "uncle".

Tears had already flowed out of my eyes uncontrollably. There was no strong feeling of collapse, the tears just kept flowing.

Keep falling.

Xie Shuyi stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch Odasaku's face, which was as pale as paper, but before he could touch it, he hastily withdrew his fingertips.

"Impossible, impossible. It's fake, it must be fake, it's an illusion." Jie Shuyi kept moving backwards.

He didn't even have the courage to touch it.

Xie Shuyi was afraid that when he really touched that cold skin, when he confirmed the identity of the person in front of him...

He really wouldn't know what to do.

Since Jie Shuyi didn't dare, Fudi Yingchi helped him.

Fudi Yingchi grabbed the boy's arm. Jie Shuyi struggled hard, simply twisting his body with his limbs, forgetting to use his special powers.

Fukuchi Sakurachi controlled himself effortlessly, his fingertips inserted into the boy's soft hair, tearing his hair, and forcing his face in front of Odasaku.

"Did you see clearly? Have you forgotten? He is Odasaku, aren't you family? He is dead now, just killed by your own hands!!"

The face as pale as paper was so close to him that Jie Shuyi stared at it intently, forgetting even to breathe.

His struggle gradually weakened, and the last glimmer of hope was wiped out. Only despair remained in Xie Shuyi's eyes.

So...I just...killed the uncle?

At this moment, he felt that his world had completely collapsed and he could no longer find any support. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and his emotions had reached the brink of collapse.

And what Fudi Yingchi has to do is to add the final fuel to the fire.

"I'm afraid you have already discarded the so-called human ethics and morality. Someone like you actually wants to save the world..." He pinched Jie Shuyi's chin and forced him to look at him.

"I will do anything to conquer the world, but you are rotten to the core. We are the same kind."

Fudi Yingchi leaned forward slightly, and her warm breath hit Jie Shuyi's nose.

"Jie Shuyi, we...are the same kind."