I couldn't help but cry.

I've never had a breakdown of my emotions like this.

Even when I was exposed to those horrible images, even if I was wounded and bleeding, I never did this.

But now, when I saw the smile on Junko's rotten face, I couldn't hold back any longer, and tears welled up like a river.

Junko has been beside me, quietly watching me.

Although they are also corpse golems, Junko has not lost her mind like other corpse golems.

The only hand left even reached over slowly, as if trying to help me wipe away the tears from my face.

But looking at her hand, Junko gave up.

His fingers were just a mass of rotten flesh, stinking, and he didn't want to use such hands to wipe the tears off my face.

I don't know how long it took before I held back my tears.

I took out the cigarette case from my bosom, took out a cigarette and lit it, sat up, leaned against the wall behind me, and Junko did the same, sitting next to me.

Lit, smoked.

The thick smoke got into my mouth, and it felt so bitter.

I was scared before, and when I was sad, as long as I took a puff, I would feel confused, as if it was very comfortable, and that kind of taste could completely paralyze me.

But now, it was completely useless, and that cigarette only made me feel unbearable bitterness.

It even made me cough twice involuntarily.

"Do you want one?" I asked Junko.

Junko nodded silently.

I lit a cigarette for Junko, who was no longer breathing, and probably didn't know what it was like to breathe, and he couldn't do it anymore, so he just put the cigarette holder in his mouth and let the cigarette burn out by itself.

Just after the cigarette burned to the roots, Junko dropped the cigarette butt and suddenly stood up and stood in front of me, leaving only one hand and pointing at me.

Immediately, he pointed his finger at his heart.

My pupils contracted suddenly, and my hand holding the cigarette was shaking.

I know what a straight means.

Junko, this is asking me to kill him.

My teeth bit my lip, and I shook my head slightly.

Junko is my brother, and I can't put the muzzle of my gun at my brother's chest.

Junko's head tilted slightly, a sad smile on her face, and her mouth was open, trying to get her meaning out, trying to speak.

Hurt!

From the shape of the straight's mouth, I can see the meaning of the straight.

It hurts.

I hurt so much!

Junko is wailing.

The physical pain has made Junko unbearable, and now what Junko wants is just a relief.

Maybe you'll die completely, but at least you won't have to endure the sting of your heart.

Crazy brother, kill me, I hurt so much!

The tears that had just been contained welled up again.

"Brother, let's do it." At this time, a person appeared next to me at some point, not knowing when.

It was Liao Qingjiang who cheered me on it before.

At this time, Liao Qingjiang did not have the funny appearance he had before.

There was an expression on his face that I didn't know whether to say it was sadness or admiration.

"Hey, it's a corpse puppet."

"Corpse puppets will always bear the pain of dying in life."

"And this pain will continue to accumulate, and the pain caused by the injury after death will stay forever."

"Corpse golems, ghouls, are a rather miserable existence, and if you kill him now, you are helping him."

"Is there no other way?" I asked Liao Qingjiang in a hoarse voice.

Liao Qingjiang shook his head with a gloomy face: "There is no way."

"That guy, although he seems to have become a human again, is still a ghoul in essence, and how that guy became like that, you also heard, is using the life of his closest relatives."

"Once you become a corpse puppet, there is only one way to go, and that is ...... Die. ”

"Even if it's an immortal, it's useless."

"It's just that this corpse puppet is the most special corpse puppet I've ever seen, and it can actually disobey the ghouls' orders, and even do something to the ghouls......"

"Generally speaking, a corpse puppet is just a puppet, but this corpse puppet even preserves its original memories and thoughts."

"In fact, this is more painful and uncomfortable, I really don't know how this person endured it, he is a man."

"If you don't kill him, he will slowly be in pain, his body will completely rot, and he will die in the end, and the taste of pain will be several times higher than it is now."

"Since this is a man, at least give him a happy death." Patting me on the shoulder, Liao Qingjiang said.

Junko can't speak, but she can understand us.

Nodding slightly, he pointed to his chest again.

Looking up at Junko with a sad smile, I got up from the ground.

The Blood Spear reappears in the palm of your hand.

Junko smiled and pointed to my pocket, which contained the cigarette case.

I lit another cigarette and gave it to Junko, and the cigarette butt was stuffed into my mouth.

If you smoke a cigarette, you won't be afraid.

Although I have already died once, and although I have been ready to die for a long time, I am still a little scared in my heart at this time.

After all, I'm not as strong as I imagined.

&nbs