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Buddhists say: If you think of good, you will become a Buddha, and if you think of evil, you will become a demon. Good and evil are no different, but in a thought. What kind of depravity and sinking can make a man a demon, and what kind of thought can turn a man into a bloodthirsty beast. If a Buddha can't restrain a demon, then who can hold back a beast's furious footsteps.

The winter in the north is cold and bleak, and the sunlight can no longer penetrate the dark clouds and reawaken the life of the earth. The snow swirls and falls with the wind, and each snowflake petal can be turned into a piercing blade, slashing at the face irregularly. Countless dead branches and leaves mixed with snow cover the mountain road at your feet, and the lonely branches of the trees have no green accents, and can only bear the lifeless white of snowflakes.

The gloomy weather could make Hou San feel a little more comfortable, and he tried his best to restrain his excitement at the moment, and easily carried the three of them to the top of the mountain. The three people behind him were firmly tied together by him, and he could easily throw them on his back with only three rope loops. Although the mountain road was difficult to walk, he still walked lightly and climbed to the top of the mountain after only walking for ten minutes. The clearing at the top of the mountain was already covered with snow, Hou San looked at the clearing and smiled with satisfaction, shook off and threw the three of them to the ground.

The three people, two women and one man, are the people in the car that Hou San just hijacked, at this moment they have been placed in the open space by Hou San, he is not in a hurry to kill them, killing people is only the result, and the killing process is the greatest enjoyment.

"Uncle, who the are you? What do you want to do? Mom, are you okay? Wife, what about you? What do you want to do?" Hou San first uncovered the black tape from the man's mouth, and let the man yell at him. Hou San squatted in front of him with a cruel smile, and began to untie the rope on his feet in his hand. "Don't worry, let's play a game first," he said and untied the rope from his hand, and after the man was untied, he stood up and punched Hou San. "Who the is playing games with you!"

Hou San reached out and grabbed his fist, squeezed it hard, and heard a "click" sound of broken fingers, and Hou San pushed the man down next to the two women with a single force. "There is an eternal problem, tell her and your mother to fall into the water, who will you save first?come, give you a chance to solve the problem!" Hou San stretched out his hand and pulled out the dagger and stuffed it into the man's hand, "You can only save one of the two of them, who do you want to save, cut her rope with a dagger, you and her can go!"

The man's face was already full of pain, his hand was shaking with a knife, and the two women in front of him looked at him and Hou San in fear. The man kept looking left and right, looking at the two women, it was difficult to choose, one was his mother, the other was his wife, and if he saved the other, he had to give up the other, and no one could make such a choice. The man lowered his head and gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he had made up his mind, and rushed towards Hou San, plunging the dagger into his chest. "I'll kill you madman!"

The moment the dagger was inserted into Hou San's chest, the pain in his heart stimulated his nerves, and this pain could even make him excited. Hou San held the dagger, looked at the man with a cruel smile, slowly pulled the dagger out of his chest, roared, a pair of fangs slowly grew out of his mouth, yellow monkey hair grew in the pores of his body again, and his body gradually became larger, two heads taller than the man looking at him.

The man had already looked stupid, and fear instantly invaded his entire body, and he kept trembling and collapsed to the ground. Hou San walked in front of him again, fierce and vicious, but stuffed the dagger into his hand again. "I'll give you another chance, this time you choose to kill one person, you and the other person can live! Otherwise, you will all die!" Hou San's voice was almost a monster's roar, the man's hand could no longer hold the knife, and when the monster crouched in front of him and roared and looked at him, he had to raise the knife tremblingly and point at the two women in front of him.

The two women were about to faint in fear, and the young woman's eyes widened and she kept shaking her head, tears falling like raindrops. The middle-aged woman was much calmer, she looked at her son firmly and nodded. The man opened his mouth wide and cried, "No! I can't do this! You can kill me first!"

"Hehe! It seems that you have made a choice, people will always make the stupidest choice! But you can't die yet, you haven't finished watching the show!" Hou San's face leaked an evil smile, he wiped the blood on his chest with his hand, the wound pierced by the dagger had slowly healed, he stretched out his index finger and put a blood mark on the man's forehead, tied him again, and turned to pull the young woman in front of him. Then the man shouted loudly and began to struggle, "Don't! Don't touch him!"

"You don't have a chance!" Hou San uncovered the tape on the woman's mouth, roared and tore off the woman's clothes, the excited nerves made him tremble, let the woman scream non-stop, he enjoyed the zero humiliation, violence, and biting brought him passion! "You brute! You are not human!"

It wasn't until the young woman had lost a trace of breath that Hou San stopped tremblingly and sat on the side panting excitedly. The man had no strength to speak, and the place where he sat was bleeding and dying. The middle-aged woman behind Hou San was still struggling, her mouth kept whimpering, he pulled the middle-aged woman in front of the man, tore off the black tape on her mouth, the man was almost about to faint, and raised his hand weakly to the middle-aged woman.

"Ahh

The snow on the clearing at the top of the mountain is like a white canvas with a blood-red rose, and three corpses are lying in the middle of the canvas, like a rose!