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She is the only person in this world who truly cares for Zuo Ci. She is also the greatest regret of his life. He is not a good person. His flaws are not even pure. The goodness in his heart may stem from that bowl of wall noodles that cost four yuan, from that simple smile, and from the selfless devotion without any desires.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the gnarled old tree hangs down its tender green branches, forming a canopy that stretches towards the heavens. Beneath this shade stands a girl in a beige sweater, smiling and waving at Zuo Ci.
But when Zuo Ci's gaze meets her face, the radiant smile vanishes. In its place is a shattered Broken Doll. Her hollow eyes seep with terrifying blood tears. Her flesh is torn apart, and withered yellow Straw grows incessantly beneath her skin.
She is in pain, and Zuo Ci can feel it.
"Zuo Ci, it hurts so much, it really hurts!"
"You can kill, right? Then please, just kill me!"
"Why aren’t you making a move? Can’t you even protect the most important person to you?"
"Do you even deserve to be called a Zuo Ren? Useless, utterly useless!"
Bang!
Boss Hu stood outside the coffin, waiting for Zuo Ci to emerge. Suddenly, the coffin lid exploded open.
Boss Hu was instantly startled, his hair standing on end. A pale, slender hand reached out from within the coffin, its surface covered with a layer of fine scales.
With a deep breath, Zuo Ci twisted his neck, the veins bulging prominently. The delicate Dragon Scales on his cheeks stood up and then retracted beneath his skin. He exhaled a long breath of stale air.
His pupils were vertical, blood-red like a gory sunset. He gazed at Boss Hu with an expression filled with malice.
Could it be that he had been possessed by the fire?
Boss Hu looked at Zuo Ci's strange demeanor with fear. He certainly did not want to be caught in a chaotic frenzy.
"Mr. Fang?" Boss Hu asked tentatively, still cautious.
"It's fine!" Zuo Ci blinked his eyes. The blood-red hue faded, and his pupils returned to normal.
Despite being a killer without remorse, he ultimately could not escape the burdens of karma. Just as he had entered a meditative state of cultivation, he had nearly gone astray. If it weren't for Li Zhu's protection, he might have succumbed to madness.
He opened his palm.
Crimson threads swirled around his fingertips.
That was the heart demon within him, Sha Qi.
The crimson threads of Sha Qi formed grotesque faces.
Heh, are they all familiar faces?
The old master of Huang Lao, his disciple.
The leader of the missing sect, Lu Queyi.
Huang Xian Di Ma, Zhao Xia.
The Feng Shui Master who set up the Killing Ground, Hu Xin.
They stared at Zuo Ci with ferocious eyes, as if ready to devour him.
So be it!
Zuo Ci chuckled coldly.
His fingers tightened, crushing those grotesque faces into fragments.
Souls wailed, echoing through his heart.
Become a ghost? Even as a ghost, one can kill!
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