Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

The middle-aged man looked at the big screen and nodded with satisfaction: "Xiao Ke did a great job. After this batch is finished, the money we earn will be enough for us to go abroad and live comfortably for the rest of our lives."

Xiaoke closed her eyes, tears rolled down her eyes, her expression was painful, she clenched her fists and stopped painting.

She choked up and said, "Dad, I don't want to draw it anymore. It will kill a lot of people. I don't want to kill anyone. I don't want to!"

Xu Yanping's face darkened, and soon he looked sad again, crying, "Xiao Ke, it's all because Daddy is incompetent and can't earn enough money to treat your albinism."

"But Dad wants you to live. As for killing, no, that's not called killing, that's called sacrifice."

"Once the Lord has eaten enough souls, he will naturally stop. Then we will shut down the website, the comics will no longer harm people, and your illness will be cured."

Xu Ke's hands were shaking violently, and he was gradually beginning to collapse.

"But Dad, I feel like I'm losing control. It's like the comic has come alive. It's different from a few years ago. It's different."

Xu Yanping took a closer look and found nothing wrong. Instead, he felt that these cartoon characters seemed to have become more natural and lively, and better than before.

"Don't overthink it, Xiaoke. You must be a better painter, so you can draw such realistic characters. Look how real they are, just like real people."

Xu Ke looked at the comics as if he were looking at a demon that was devouring people. He felt very resistant: "Dad, I can feel that the comics are out of control."

"This place isn't my painting at all, but the people here have changed. It's like something is changing. I can't paint anymore, Dad. Many people will die."

"... Enough of this nonsense. Comics are dead. They are controlled by the comic book writers. If you don't draw them, what the hell are you supposed to do?"

Xu Yanping simply couldn't believe that the comic that became popular a few years ago only caused the deaths of a few people, but made them a fortune.

What if it was drawn again a few years later? It couldn't be that weird. Of course he wouldn't go to see it. Anyone who has read the comics has a certain probability of being like that. Of course he wouldn't dare to see it.

As for his daughter's danger, he didn't even think about it. She was just a painter. Everything was under the painter's control, so she would be fine.

Xu Ke's face was full of pain. As she flipped through the comics, she always felt that something was wrong. Many places had been changed, and she was very sure that it was not her who made the changes.

The style of the painting was originally a survival game, and survival was a bit dangerous, but not like it is now, the sky is gray and the whole color tone is weird.

Xu Yanping urged, "Xiao Ke, hurry up and finish all three phases as soon as possible. Let's get some money and go abroad soon. We'll have plenty of free time in the future."

He patted her shoulder gently and softened his tone: "Don't think too much. It's just sacrificing a few lives. If they didn't want to read comics themselves, how could they die?"

"You are innocent. You didn't kill them directly, right? If you didn't look, you wouldn't die."

Xu Ke always felt that this was not right. If she hadn't painted, no one would have died. Wasn't all this her fault?

Xu Yanping said seriously, "Think about it. There are so many people in China, and how many people die in accidents every day. If you don't paint, we will have no money, and we will be the ones who suffer."

"Just think of them as having died in an accident. People with true determination wouldn't be sacrificed at all. This is the Venerable selecting those to be sacrificed. To put it bluntly, he's eliminating the trash."

"Since it's garbage, cleaning it up would also reduce the burden on society. Isn't that a good thing?"

Xu Ke lowered his head and thought, his heart wavering.

Xu Yanping continued, "Xiao Ke, have you forgotten how those people bullied you when you were sick at school? That's why so many people deserve to die."

"Aren't you innocent? You didn't hurt anyone, but who helped you back then? Your insignificant kindness now is redundant. Do you want to continue living your old life?"

"No, I never want to go back to the past!"