A group of people rushed into the village in a frenzy, slaughtering the lives of the village, and this life was not just human.

Wednesday and his eyes were blood-red, I don't know if it was because of the blood on my body or because of the world in front of me.

People keep falling, everyone knows their names, they all know their little secrets, they all know their generations, grandfather, grandma, uncle, aunt, father, mother, brother, sister, brother, sister, sister......

The killing came silently and ended just as quickly, with only Wednesday and a few strong young men alive in the entire village.

The murderer formed a formation in the middle of the village, and then Wednesday and the rest of the youth were driven to the middle of the village like cattle, and the language of the murderer came out of the murderer's mouth, and Wednesday saw himself staring at the man's mouth stupidly, and the whole person was like a sculpture on the street.

Slap yourself in the face.

Why don't you feel pain, Wednesday is the same as yourself, you don't feel pain.

The standard long knife was waved, and Wednesday saw blood spurting out of his neck frantically, his face instantly turned pale, and the feeling of weightlessness instantly surrounded his body, and he fell down, his eyes were dull.

"Get up, get up, get up!" Wednesday shouted frantically, but unfortunately Wednesday was just an audience, an audience who was too deep into the play, and could only watch powerlessly as the murderer drove the remaining young people to clean up the entire village, and the corpses were piled up in the middle of the village, and then a fire set all the corpses on fire, and the remaining young people also fell into the fire after a few gunshots, and the aroma of roast meat rushed into Wednesday's senses, although he was dead, but Wednesday's feeling was clearer, and the aroma made him want to vomit and cut off his nose.

The time is December 13th, and Wednesday knows, remembers, and does not dare to forget this day.

Wednesday felt his fingers, and the power filled his body, even though it was still pale.

Yes!

The sound of blood echoed through the village.

Wednesday dragged his cold, pale body and slowly straightened up.

Wow!

The sound of violence came, accompanied by the sound of a long knife waving. Wednesday watched as the long knife swung in slow motion, slowly slashing at his shoulder.

Boom!

The long knife slashed on his shoulder, like defeating leather, a dull, dilapidated sound came out, and the muscles squirmed, and the long knife was embedded in his shoulder, and not a trace of blood came out.

Yes!

Wednesday seems to have lost the ability to speak, and can only replace all language with roaring, and Wednesday really feels what pain is, the pain of no feeling, no thought, no heart.

The next moment, Wednesday stretched out his hand, slowly stuck his hand on the neck of the "long knife", watched the feet of the long knife slowly leave the ground, and his face slowly turned the color of pig liver.

The long knife's body became as cold as his own, and Wednesday let go of his palm, and the body was thrown to the ground. His eyes swept over the fire, the flame was the color of fiery red, Wednesday had never seen fireworks like that, like life.

Turning his head, Wednesday looked at the murderers around him, looking at their trembling legs, Wednesday suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at the sadness of his family, laughing at Wednesday's incompetence, laughing at pathetic humanity......

Haha, haha, hahahaha......

Wednesday's hoarse laughter rang out in the middle of the quiet village, more bitter than crying, colder than darkness, bleaker than tragedy, more vicissitudes than ancient.

As his body shook, the village was full of his own shadows, and his bodies in the fire were grabbed one by one and placed neatly in the center of the village, and the flames on his body were extinguished with a wave of his hand on Wednesday. The skin cut by the weapon healed rapidly, and even the clothes returned to their previous appearance, and everyone seemed to be asleep, but unfortunately Wednesday clearly knew that they would not wake up, so they could only fall asleep like this.

Wednesday's body shook again, and the murderer in the village was folded into a pile of people, his hands were bluffed, and the murderer seemed to be wrapped in an invisible hand, and then Wednesday's hands were violently put together, and then continued. Wednesday didn't know how many times he had repeated this action, and the murderer in front of him had already been dismantled into a pile of dust by his own hands.

Yes!

Wednesday's voice rang out again, and Wednesday gasped, his hands on the ground, his eyes staring straight at him. I didn't know that the scene around me had returned to dark territory again.

I don't know how much time passed, but Wednesday's body, which was kneeling on the ground, was crooked and fell straight down.

The sound of even breathing came out, and Wednesday slept like a fool, without thoughts, without emotions.

A little red color in the center of the eyebrows slowly appeared, gradually surrounding Wednesday's body, and then quietly seeping into the body.

"Dark, what's the law?" waking up Wednesday ended in a daze, and asked Dark next to him in a hoarse voice.

"You should know, right?" Dark didn't answer Wednesday's question, but asked Wednesday instead.

"Perhaps, rules are constraints, but there are always people who break them, and there are people who get away with them. The law is strength, the law of the jungle. Wednesday looked down at his palm and replied softly, but with violent power.

"Pretty much, the law is nature, it's a law, it's a cycle...... Eternal existence, everything is in the law, beyond your world, the three realms, the five elements, reincarnation, life and death, existence and absence, you will understand in the future. ”

"Remember what I wanted you to remember?" asked Wednesday a moment later.

"Yes. ”

"Got it?"

"Understood, I was wrong. Wednesday stared straight at the dark, but this attitude was not like an attitude of admitting mistakes.

"Haha, you misrecognize, I like it, but fortunately Lao Tzu is not a woman. Dark reached out and patted Wednesday on the shoulder.

"It's good to know your mistakes, it's still the same sentence, your path, you choose your own way, go by yourself, go back. With a wave of his palm, Wednesday returned to his apartment, lying on the bed with his eyes wide.

"I didn't expect him to be able to complete the test of unrepentant death so quickly, and he also activated your sealed essence blood again. The light flickered around the dark, and the dragon's figure slowly condensed.

"What's the matter?, interested?" Darkly squinted at the dragon beside him.

"No, I don't have your fetish, and if this kid had been my choice, I'm sure he wouldn't have survived a day. The dragon's eyes looked down earnestly.

"Huh?"

"I'll be the first to kill him. The dragon said seriously.

"However, his attitude of admitting mistakes is really good, and if you really admit your mistakes, you choose a good one. The dragon's figure and voice slowly faded away, leaving only the darkness there with his hands behind his back, squinting at the blank space in front of him.