"it!"

Meng Shujun, who realized this terrible truth, suddenly jumped up from the recliner and said angrily: "What are you!" What the hell! ”

The mechanical female voice repeated coldly: "Tick - the host's workplace ethics are seriously violated, please perform the corresponding tasks immediately!" ”

Meng Shujun put a heart-purifying spell on himself, it was useless.

Plug the ears, it's useless.

Sleeping pills, useless, and appear to have a low IQ.

Knocking yourself unconscious with a stick is useless and hurts.

......

Even in her sleep, the mechanical female voice kept repeating "Di-the host's workplace ethics are seriously violated, please perform the corresponding task immediately!" "Meng Shujun is the kind of short-tempered person with very poor patience, he doesn't say it twice, and he doesn't bother to listen to others say it twice, let alone repeat it tens of thousands of times! This sharp voice made Meng Shujun's ears calloused, his head was dizzy, he felt that his brain was about to explode, and he wanted to directly dismantle this damn system into scum, but the female voice still didn't mean to stop.

"Damn, Tang Sanzang's tight spell back then was not as good as you!"

Back then, Tang Sanzang had only recited the mantra a few times, how could it be like this talent system, the voice was harsh, and it kept reciting it tirelessly.

"Eldest sister, can you stop reading it? I'm not a monkey! ”

"Di - the host's workplace ethics are seriously violated, please perform the corresponding task immediately!"

“...... Mom, I beg you, shut up! Meng Shujun experienced what it means to cry and laugh, to speak, and to cry without tears in his heart.

System: "Di - the host's workplace ethics have seriously violated discipline, please perform the corresponding task immediately!" ”

In the end, Meng Shujun knelt down directly, completely convinced, and opened his mouth with a sentence, "Ancestor, I was wrong." ”

The system said that it was flattered, so hi! I feel like I've reached the top of my life!

The dignified underworld boss kneels down for me!

Meng Shujun was as painful as a hundred claws scratching his heart, holding down his temple with one hand, and picking up the dagger that fell to the ground with the other, seeing that the sound still did not stop, he picked up the knife without hesitation and cut it fiercely on his right arm, the skin was open, and the blood flowed everywhere.

[Dangerous plots, please do not imitate]

Meng Shujun always knew that he was a very sick psychopath, he enjoyed the pain of his skin and flesh being cut alive, and remembered that in the early years, his favorite thing was to go to the eighteenth layer of hell to see the execution of evil ghosts. Ghosts also have bodies, and whenever he sees the flesh and skin of those ghosts breaking along the tip of the knife, revealing the bright red and bloody tender flesh or blood vessels inside, and the blood falls to the ground drop by drop, blooming with blood, he will be extremely excited. In particular, the eyes of the demon are full of fear, which are intertwined with countless emotions, fear, despair, hatred, and begging...... All kinds of colors come together to form the most colorful and beautiful eyes in the world.

It was the pupil he admired the most, and it was the pupil he wanted to make the most.

Anyway, the ghosts' bodies recover quickly, so those evil ghosts will always be killed, but they can't die or be freed.

Whenever he was upset, he would cut himself twice, and as he watched the blood slide down, he would be quiet.

The sharp pain began to spread from his arm to his whole body, Meng Shujun didn't even raise his eyelids, and the warning of the mechanical female voice was still echoing in his ears, and the irritability in his heart rushed up again. It doesn't matter, it's already numb from pain anyway, and no matter how much it bleeds, it won't die. Thinking of this, Meng Shujun stretched out his right hand, and the knife that was still dripping with blood was attached to his left arm, and he stabbed it down again.

Blood, gushing out.

His face was covered with his own blood, but he still didn't stop, and slashed dozens of more knives on his arm, until the flesh and blood were blurred and a piece of flesh could no longer be seen, and then he dropped the knife decadently.

Bang

Blood-stained knives fell to the ground.