Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The tinnitus was still swirling and he couldn't hear anything.

It feels like my body is no longer my own.

There was scattered light in front of his eyes, but he still turned his head slowly and looked towards the passenger seat.

The front window was cracked, but no glass was splashed.

Ye Kong...Ye Kong is safe.

She just sat there, motionless, as if she was frightened by the slow and fading death.

-

It took a moment for his brain to start working again.

Amidst the long tinnitus in his ears, he slowly looked at his hands.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if afraid of loosening his grip even a little. He held it rigidly in a position where he couldn't relax even if he wanted to. His fingers were so tight that his nails tore and bled, and every one of them was in spasm.

He stared blankly for a long time in silence, as if he finally realized what was happening.

He slowly let go of the steering wheel, leaned his head back on the chair, and gasped for breath like a dying patient.

In a daze, he vaguely saw Chi Wandao's face in the remaining night.

He sat in the car exhausted, as if he was sitting in the helpless passenger seat seven years ago.

He saw Chi Wandao's hand suddenly turn the steering wheel as if a god had descended from the sky when the moment arrived.

He saw her raising an eyebrow at him, as if to say, "I knew it."

He saw the flames dissipate - for the first time in so many years, the flames on the driver's seat that had been burning forever finally dissipated. He also saw for the first time the last expression that the upside-down Chi Wandao showed to him outside the window in the upside-down car.

——Not a roar of pain, not a cry of resentment, not even a struggle or a sigh.

She was just smiling.

She was smiling at him, just like she did every day, every time.

"A severe collision has been detected, deploying the airbags now—"

There are no airbags on the modified sports car that is born to go forward and die.

The sound of the artificial idiot manipulating the scimitar opened the convertible mode of the sports car.

The night wind and the entire world rushed into the carriage, waking up Ye Kong, who was stiff and motionless.

She seemed to be trapped in a dream where the world was upside down, and she had not yet woken up. When her head turned slowly, her pupils were still frozen.

When the convertible top is fully opened, the sound of the wind suddenly becomes huge, making a sound like the surging waves.

Then a light booklet flipped up lightly and hit the front car window with a snap like a snow-white bird.

Then came the second and third books... The Flower of the Galaxy and the Book of Sand by the Undead Demon, along with Chi Wandao's drafts filled with densely written formulas hidden inside the bulky volumes... They were swept up from the back seat of the sports car by the wind, and with a whoosh, they surged towards the night sky, like a huge flower that suddenly bloomed, or like a blanket of snow that came without warning.

Ye Kong's dark pupils reflected the white snow, as well as Wen Can, who was leaning against the back of the chair with his hands covering his face between the turning pages of the book.

He suddenly laughed amid the whistling wind.

The laughter flowed out from between the fingers, with a trembling nasal sound, growing louder and louder, but gradually it became difficult to tell whether it was laughing or crying.

Ye Kong was also trembling.

Her brain seemed to have experienced a big bang, her heart was still trembling, her soul had not yet returned to its place, but the trembling quietly spread over every inch of her skin.

Before she truly realized what was happening and what it all meant, a thought occurred to her.

It was an instinctive question that came from the depths of the soul, before reason, before the brain, before any thinking nerves.

She looked at Wen Can, who slowly stopped laughing or crying and slowly bent down to pick up the pistol, and thought blankly -

What exactly is love?

·

It took Wen Can three tries to pick up the gun.

He opened the car door, barely pushed open a crack in front of the nearby mountain wall and squeezed out, then staggered towards the black car not far away.

It hovered on the edge of the cliff, crashing into the railings along the way and leaving tire marks on the ground, but ultimately did not rush out.

What a lucky life.

Wen Can thought.

His brain was still reeling.

All thoughts and feelings were numb as if through a layer of glass, and the eyes were dark and sluggish, without a trace of emotion.

He just walked towards the man who climbed out of the car with a dizzy look on his face.

His whole body was shaking like a sieve. He lay on the ground, sobbing and looking around, as if he was still looking for the non-existent "evil ghost".

But he saw people walking.

He stepped out of the sports car, walked across this endless highway, walked through seven long years, walked through the explosion and death, came before him, and raised the muzzle of a gun that was as black as the abyss.

"Do not!!!"

Wen Rong finally came to his senses. He barely realized that this was not an evil ghost or a spirit, but his living son.

His son who wanted to kill him!

The muzzle of the gun was pressed so coldly against his forehead, and death forced back the dawn not far away, turning into an inverted night and a dark mountain, pressing down on his head and shoulders, trying to drag him into the bottomless swamp.

"do not want!"

Tears rolled out of his ugly, turbid eyes like a surging sea.

He suddenly knelt on the ground, hunched his skinny body, and grabbed Wen Can's trouser legs.

His five fingers, as convulsively as white bones, clutched Wen Can and wailed pitifully, "Please! Please! Don't kill me! I was wrong! Ah Can! I was wrong! I shouldn't have killed your mother, I shouldn't have killed you! I'm possessed by a ghost, I'm not a human being!"

He stood up and slapped himself in the face. Tears streamed down his face, which was always gentle and pretending to be kind. At the same time, it was filled with serious and extreme anger and hatred. He slapped himself in the face with gnashing teeth as if he was treating an enemy, and cursed viciously with each blow: "I'm a beast! I'm a bitch! I deserve to die! I'm a bastard! I don't deserve to live! It's all my fault! I'm going to hell! I'm a beast! I'm filthy and lowly! I'm just garbage not worthy of being a human being! I'm a pig and a dog! I deserve to die! I really deserve to die!"

……

The sunken face became red and swollen in a few seconds, and soon began to bruise and bleed. Finally, it swelled up high, and the facial features were completely disfigured.

Such a vivid, disgusting, dirty face was reflected in Wen Can's motionless, mirror-like eyes.

Beyond the cliff, a vague golden spot in the distant sky seemed to be about to burst out.

On this road, the muzzle of the gun, with the unique warmth of the cold night, was pressed against Wen Rong's forehead unmoved.

His completely crushed heart finally could no longer bear it. A cowardly and smelly soul was revealed in his shattered body, and that soul let out a hysterical and pitiful howl.

Dirty tears squeezed out of the swollen eyes, making the face, which was already as hideous and deformed as a pig, even dirtier.

He howled miserably like an animal waiting to be slaughtered, his whole body prostrated on the ground. Along with his tears, water stains gradually formed on his pants.

He urinated tremblingly.

He sensed it slowly, and raised his hands to cover his face in humiliation. Then he began to sob in a daze and extremely sadly, muttering tremblingly: "Please, please, son... No, I am your son, I beg you, Acan, you are my father, you are my grandfather, don't kill me, don't kill me, I will go to jail obediently, I will turn myself in, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I'm scared... I'm scared... Wuuuuu... I'm your father... Wuuuu..."

A smile appeared in Wen Can's dead, mirror-like eyes.

The smile fell like a thin layer of cold snow, gradually covering this entire absurd and funny world.

Behind him, Ye Kong opened the car door and got out.

She stood beside the sports car, amidst the rustling pages of the book, looking at the two shadows, one standing and one lying, and heard the nagging pleas for mercy carried by the wind.

Amidst the frantic cries of "You are my father," "I don't want to die," and the muffled thuds of Wen Rong's kowtow, she wondered blankly—

She wondered, what is it to be human?

The wind blew the man's wrinkled shirt and trousers, outlining his thin and long shadow.

Her short hair fluttered in the wind, revealing her dark and silent eyes.

He held the gun and watched the man kneeling on the ground suddenly turn around and try to escape.

He had long since lost all his physical strength, and his entire spirit was crushed by fear. He could only use his lowly soul, fearing death, to drag his heavy body and crawl away from death bit by bit.

The water on the pants dragged a winding wet trail on the ground.

He cried all the way, using every inch of his skin to rub against the distance in a daze.

On this similar road, in front of this similar sports car, Wen Can saw himself also lying on the ground, but crawling with all his might in the opposite direction.

He saw his blood and tears, saw him and the creeping shadow in the distance overlapping, then intertwining, tearing apart, and walking away with their backs facing each other.

Twenty-seven-year-old Wen Can held the gun, looked up at the spring night sky, and let out a short, tearful laugh.

Then he lowered his head, put away all his expressions, raised his arm, and with his bloody fingers, he pulled the trigger at the filthy shadow.

boom--

boom--

boom--

boom--

Four gunshots pierced through the long night, reaching Ye Kong's ears and the ears of the other three people outside the mountain road.

Qu Wu and Ye Tingchu in the carriage suddenly sat up straight and widened their eyes.

Secretary Fei, who was squatting on the ground smoking beside a modified road sign at the bottom of the winding mountain road, was wearing a takeaway uniform. He raised his head and looked at the dark forest above.

A flock of birds flew away in fright, scattering large black shadows.