In fact, seriously speaking, Wang Yu can definitely be called a self-defeating net.

He walked into that bottomless pit.

According to Wang Hao's experience, the creatures that like to burrow in the ground are either particularly powerful or particularly weak, and the powerful ones must be unique, and the weak ones mostly live in groups. But no matter how strong or weak it is, whenever he sees it, he will definitely dig three feet into the ground and dig it out, and all the things inside will be rushed to the ground to teach together. So since there is no trace of this pit being dug up, it is definitely something that I have never ravaged. Only the creatures in this horn dare to hunt the plague god Wang Hao.

He was lucky, this time the pit was a spider's nest, the deep and complex pit was carefully decorated with cobwebs and hay, and it seemed that there was a spider family with many members living here, in fact, according to Wang Hao's experience in his previous life, all the spiders lived alone, but this world was strange, and it was not strange to have this kind of social spider.

The intelligence level of these spiders is not high enough, they do look terrifying, but spiders are still spiders in the end, after the first spider pounced on Wang Yu and broke his fangs, friends with brains should definitely know that the comer is not good, at least it is far more powerful than the appearance, but they don't, large and small spiders swarmed one after another, wrapping Wang Yu whole, like a big fluffy brown ball.

Wang Yu, on the other hand, smiled with satisfaction after making sure that each spider had at least one bite of herself.

"No snowflake is innocent in an avalanche......"

He forced himself to hold the ecstasy that almost overflowed from his chest, and with a flick of his sleeves shook the spiders apart. Wang Yu snapped his fingers, and a wall of ice sealed the only exit here, and he moved his body and walked towards the spiders with a creepy smile on his face.

Time has only diluted the sadistic cruelty of Wang Hao, but they have never disappeared, and since a long, long time ago, Wang Hui has learned to learn from the pain, death, sorrow, Drawing happiness from despair, this happiness has a strong stimulus, and the kind of warm happiness when you are with your family is completely different, as if bursts of electricity run through the spine and brain, and there is negligible pain in the numbness and comfort, Wang Yu has never smoked, but he feels that this happiness may be similar to the happiness brought by smoking, we all know that it is harmful, it is not good for the body, but it is strong enough to squeeze out all other feelings, all the boredom and gloom will be replaced by the happiness that fills the whole body, it is so wonderful, so gorgeous, that the slight pain becomes intoxicating。 This kind of happiness is even addictive in Wang Hao's opinion, he doesn't want Cang Yun to know this side of himself, and he doesn't want Wang Ling to witness this side of himself with his own eyes, but when the opportunity comes, he is extremely happy to taste this feeling again, and let his brain tremble lightly in the massive amount of dopamine.

Except for hunting, Wang Yu will not take the initiative to harm any living beings who are not hostile to him, which is the final embodiment of his upbringing. However, on the other hand, as long as someone tries to kill Wang Hao, then for that life, Wang Hao's actions will instantly lose the bottom line.

Beheading, beheading, torture, tearing, crushing, boiling alive, these simple physical punishments Wang Hui has long been tired of playing, with the passage of time, the things he tortures quickly rise from the body to the soul, and it is very unfortunate that Wang Hui is extremely good at finding the most cherished things of the enemy. Chewing up her son in front of his mother, forcing husband and wife to swallow their partner's corpse, letting brothers who depend on each other fight each other, making lovers who longed for each other forced to turn against each other, every time he does this, his whole body will be filled with trembling pleasure, he can't help but burst his mouth and laugh silently, showing his white and sharp teeth, he sipping the tears of his victims as if he was sipping the best wine in the world, Wang Hao reflected on what he had done, he knew that from a human point of view, it was extremely morbid and even perverted, but he had good reason- They want to take their own lives, take away the only treasures left of this unfortunate man, then of course he can go back with the revenge he likes, this is his birthright, and no one can stop it. If anyone wants to stop it, it proves that it supports those enemies who want to kill them, and it is also its own enemy, and should be treated the same as the former.

Wang Hao has analyzed the source of his mentality, when he first came to this world, he had nothing, weak and confused, there were many hunters who could easily kill him, and he had also survived countless times. On the surface, it seems that it is anger and madness that make Wang Hao forget his fear and devote himself to the fight, but he soon understands that fear has never disappeared, it just hides, gives way to madness, hides in the depths of the heart, deeper, to the bone marrow, every hysterical revenge and abuse is fear to vent himself, he is afraid of death, afraid that he will rot in the soil or become the feces of other creatures, he can't accept this outcome, so every living creature who wants to give him this kind of ending will suffer Wang Hao's revenge a thousand times, he wants to let them die in remorse, burned by his own anger and hatred。

It's not good, it's not good, but the problem is that when Wang Hui dissects the essence of the matter and realizes that it is not good, this has become a part of him Wang Hao, inseparable from him, this is not even the so-called beast that lives in Wang Hao's heart, this is himself. When he is only alone, Wang Yu doesn't care, there is no ethics in this world, there is no humanistic care, and there is no Geneva Convention, only killing and being killed, eating and being eaten, it is really bad for him to abuse and torture before killing his prey, but who fvcking cares? Only now, he has a family, a daughter, Cangyun and Wang Ling, so as a partner and father, he doesn't want those crazy and sick cruel things in his soul to soak his family, he restricts them like a cat hiding its claws in the meat pad, but the growing claws always have to be released to grind something.

Now, very lucky, Wang Hao finally found a chance to sharpen his claws.

"My dear friends, ......"

His eyes lit up and his cheeks trembled, as if trying to restrain himself from a grinning smile that made his smile even more strange, enough to send shivers down the spine of every normal mind.

"I really, really, really—thank you. ”