Demon Lord 3

"It's like a drop of ink in clear water. Which will get dirty, the water, or the ink?" I asked curiously. What should I do? The shop owner pulled out a clean stool and said, "Throw away the dirty one and sit on the clean one." Okay, decisive. After he finished speaking, the thought of someone lingered in my mind. Suddenly, I remembered someone—or, more precisely, a group of people. I'd previously researched Lin Zhenfei and his group. What they were doing when they arrived in our world, before they began their cultivation, I learned they were working in a factory. Later, I learned they weren't the factory we understand, but this place. Everyone had previously thought he was a bad person, his work a shady business, a daily struggle filled with meaningless violence. But imagine arriving in an unfamiliar environment. He'd been suicidal before, and he felt a deep sense of resentment and helplessness towards this world, wanting to end his life quickly and leave it. Being rescued by my father rekindled some hope, but how can hope ever outweigh disappointment? Only when disappointment outweighs hope can one choose suicide, but a little hope also takes over. Wandering helplessly on the edge of despair and hope, one can only numb oneself with this kind of thing, using fighting and vying for dominance as a way to highlight the slight advantages one still has in this world. Later, I met Li Ruko and found her quite interesting. Although her mental health issues were eventually cured, I also learned a lot about mental health issues. They are not easily cured unless controlled by medication and a change of heart. This little girl had been carefree since childhood, but in the end, she was abandoned over and over again. The biological parents would rather hide from debt than want him, and would rather go far away and continue to suffer than bow to their father and friends. I have never understood what this little girl's mother was thinking. Until now, I think her mother is playing the role of the villain here. After all, it was she who left home and went to a foreign country. Even if she didn't like someone, she could just let them stay away and not pursue her. There was no need to harm them, and they didn't hurt her. Later, when she fell into poverty, she would rather let her child suffer than bow to this person. Why? This person didn't ask her to do anything? She had not taken care of her daughter for many years and didn't even know whether her daughter was alive or dead. If the girl's mother had not sent the girl to a local family for foster care, what happened later would not have happened. The local person actually sold her and later sold her to an orphanage. If Mu Chen had not appeared, the little girl might have died. Later, the little girl fell in love with Mu Chen. I don't think this kind of relationship is good, but this kind of thing really happened. The little girl's mother jumped out from nowhere to stop this love. She was the one who pushed the child away, and later she wanted the child back. Hasn't this person heard of the saying "spilt water cannot be collected"?

The vegetable shop owner whipped a sword from behind his back. He was a true expert. His strength had been hidden from us until now, but now it seemed almost as strong as ours. He was a formidable expert, too! We watched him intently from behind. Unexpectedly, he first raised his hand and stabbed the man at the opposite stall to death. After he unsheathed his sword, I noticed no blood was visible on the blade, but the ground was covered in blood. It wasn't red, but black, a dirty color. The owner corrected me, "You might have thought black at first, but that's not the right way to interpret it. Black doesn't represent dirt, but this kind of blood is indeed dirty. You can think of it as the color of dirt." I nodded and continued to watch the people in the market being killed one by one. Each death was horrific, their faces grim and grimacing, yet there was no retribution. What was going on? Were everyone here insane? The owner would explain each person he killed to us, and it was a bit annoying. After all, he wasn't done killing people; he had to explain each one to us.