After doing all the bad things, it turns out they are all true?

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Chapter 108 Two Choices

As knocking sounds suddenly rang out.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Wen Wanqing's cheeks were dyed red.

When she opened her eyes again, the man in front of her had a hole in his head and his chest was no longer rising and falling.

He... died, and he shot himself. Why?

The scene before her eyes was so sudden that Wen Wanqing felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. Her chest felt heavy and her brain seemed to have exploded. She couldn't react at all and didn't know what was going on.

Sadness was a little late.

The first thought that came to her mind was that she couldn't believe it.

"Surely he's still acting, right?"

"How could he die? How could he die?"

"Fake, definitely fake."

Reaching out to touch the man's cheek, Wen Wanqing's eyes were lined with blood, and her flashing eyes were full of confusion.

"Stop it."

"You must be teasing me again...right?"

"I won't be fooled by you."

Wen Wanqing forced a sheepish smile, her voice trembling as she slapped the man's cheeks repeatedly.

The body temperature that my fingers touched was obviously dissipating quickly.

Reason told her that this shameless bastard was really dead.

But, she didn't believe it!

No matter who dies, this man will never die.

He is the most shameless and selfish person. How could he possibly shoot himself?

"Wake up!"

"What are you still pretending?"

"Do you think I'll be sad for you?"

"Don't be delusional. You've done so many inappropriate things to me, and you haven't even paid me back. I hate you so much."

"Did you hear it?"

"I hate you!"

The heat brought by the sound of blood in the body, along with the spiritual energy that did not belong to him, was quickly disappearing.

Wen Wanqing stared with her beautiful eyes, and as if venting her anger, she grabbed the man's collar and shook him hard over and over again.

Insults and abuse.

Master-slave training.

Holy water play.

There are also two full breast pumps on her chest.

You bastard, you have done so many outrageous things!

How can you die when you have so much debt that you haven't paid off yet?

Come alive!

Irresponsible coward, come back to life!

I was still deceiving myself in my heart, but my body could no longer be controlled and I burst into tears.

Wen Wanqing grabbed the man's collar and pressed his bloody face in front of her.

How she hoped that such an offensive behavior could anger the man, forcing him to open his eyes and mouth in anger and punish himself.

Aren’t you the one who cares most about face?

Don’t you hate me being disobedient the most?

Then open your eyes.

Count me in... please...

The exhausted hand suddenly slipped, and the man's body lost traction and fell straight backwards.

Wen Wanqing collapsed on the ground, panicked, desperate, and helpless.

Look at the ring on the finger with a mandarin duck pattern carved on it.

She realized something and cursed, "Asshole!"

"You've been planning this from the beginning!"

"But why... can't the one who survives be you?"

Tears flowed freely like a dam bursting, blurring my vision.

In just over ten minutes, he suffered the same blow twice in a row. Looking at the Lord God lying on his legs with no signs of life, Anga's eyes were dazed and he was completely unable to think normally.

Everything happened so suddenly.

Not to mention the two of them, even the inner demon didn't expect that he would be buried with a human being.

The sounds of crying and wailing came one after another.

Wen Wanqing tried to stand up, but her legs trembled, her vision went dark, and she fell backwards. Mei is with you, isn't it? Lin Kongyong misses Mei, do you want to...

"Weird is dead, you should be happy, why are you crying?"

A breeze blew by and turned into an invisible big hand, supporting the woman who was about to fall to the ground.

Looking back in surprise.

not him.

With the help of spiritual energy, Wen Wanqing stood firm and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in black clothes and wearing a mask, feeling very disappointed.

"Director!"

"You finally came."

"Wuwuwu... Hurry up and think of a way to save the Lord God."

It was as if I had grasped the last glimmer of hope.

Anga picked up the body and stumbled to the masked director.

"They say you have the power to bring the dead back to life."

"The Lord God sacrificed himself to deal with the weirdness."

"You, please save him."

That delicate voice was sobbing uncontrollably.

Eyes mixed with blood and tears were filled with pitiful expectations.

Wearing a mask, the director's expression couldn't be seen. He simply shook his head, as if responding indifferently: "Resurrection from the dead."

"I can help you, but not now."

Can the dead really be brought back to life?

Wen Wanqing's eyes widened with excitement. She rushed to the director and shouted in a sad and angry tone, "Not now?"

"How long do you want to wait?"

"If you had come earlier, he wouldn't have died!"

"Weird, but he wouldn't kill so many students!"

"You are the director of the Administration. Isn't this your responsibility?"

The mysterious situation has been invading the campus for almost a month.

So many tragedies have occurred.

Killed the students.

And killed... him.

Wen Wanqing couldn't accept it at all. The director was cold and seemed to have nothing to do with her, and her emotions were a little out of control.

"What a strange man."

"I just heard you shout."

"He bullied you so much, shouldn't his death be what you want? Why are you still defending him?"

The director was not angry about the accusation, and his tone when speaking was still very casual.

But there seemed to be a hint of watching the fun... teasing?

"I……"

"He saved me and helped me. Is that reason enough?"

Wen Wanqing was stunned for a moment, but soon raised her voice again, and was obviously more excited than before.

"enough."

"But it's still what I just said."

"He can be saved, but not now."

"The timeline needs to be balanced."

The director still spoke in a cold tone, and his words were completely confusing.

"I can, and can only, save him alone in the future."

"Now you have two choices."

"Erase the memory and continue to live a normal life."

"Or, join the Administration. In three years, I guarantee you'll be able to meet him again."

"Also, your spiritual power will become even stronger, and you will become his assistant in dealing with weird things."

three years?

A trace of loneliness flashed across Wen Wanqing's beautiful eyes.

She didn't know whether what the man in front of her said was true.

But... apart from this, there is no better choice.

Force this director to resurrect him now?

In terms of strength, if you can't do it, you may even have your memory erased.

Too weak, or I am too weak.

If he had been stronger, he wouldn't have died.

If I were stronger, I would have the right to choose.

It keeps going like this.

Even if he survives, I will only become a burden to him...

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Wanqing made up her mind. I raised my fist and said through gritted teeth, "I choose to join the Administration."

She kept comforting herself in her heart.

Three years.

It can be the deadline for separation.

It can also be an opportunity to improve, to grow, and to follow him.