Some people say that habits are a terrible thing. Successful people are accustomed to working hard every day, while salted fish dicks are used to brushing around with their mobile phones, watching jokes, and watching beautiful young ladies use hand paper.

Over time, successful people accumulate success little by little, and even if you want to work hard occasionally, you will be defeated by the lazy life you are used to, and there is no possibility of change. These habits are common to ordinary people, and even if they do, they are a little decadent at best.

But what if one day, you get used to killing?

Accustomed to disregard for life, accustomed to pulling the trigger when he sees living creatures, accustomed to wielding the sharp blade in his hand and killing them. Over time, you will lose your compassion and see all people as targets to kill.

This is also the reason why after the end of modern warfare, many soldiers return to the real society and need to receive psychological counseling.

This knowledge was when I was studying medicine. The psychology teacher told us about it, but I never thought it would happen to me.

Accustomed to killing, I'm not a warrior who goes to the battlefield, how can I have a chance to get used to it?

But today. I was lost in the killing, and one by one my relatives were killed by the ghost children in front of me, and the only thing left in my heart was to kill these monsters cleanly.

I don't have any weapons in my hands, the only weapons are my hands that have suddenly become extremely powerful, and those ghost boys are as fragile as paper in front of me, and they turn into two halves when they are pulled at will.

I didn't notice that my left hand began to become blood-red during the killing, and the flower mark on my arm became more and more vivid, and the spikes on the petals became longer and longer, and began to develop towards abstraction.

The sound of vibrations and the impact of the bronze chains from the cavern became more rapid and frequent, but I had completely lost my mind and turned a deaf ear to them.

Just when I was about to fall into complete madness, my grandmother's voice suddenly sounded in my heart: "Ji Zang, you are a kind child, don't lose your heart, once you are controlled by madness, ours will really fail." ”

As my grandmother's voice sounded, I felt like I had been poured cold water on my head, and my consciousness, which had almost completely fallen into madness, woke up in an instant.

I finally knew what was wrong, because my adoptive father, adoptive mother, grandmother, and father had died a long time ago, and their deaths did have such and such a relationship with me, and these things have always made me extremely guilty, but they are indeed dead, and everything in front of them is just an illusion.

As I figured this, the scene in front of me began to shatter, and the corpses of the ghost boys on the ground who had been torn in half by me disappeared, as did the bodies of my adoptive parents, mothers, and grandmothers, and my consciousness returned to the real world.

After a closer look, I found that I was still standing in the center of the circle, and the ghost children who had originally surrounded me had dispersed at this moment, looking at me from a distance, looking very afraid.

I felt something strange in my left hand, and when I looked down, I saw that my left arm was already red. The red flowers bloomed, their petals spreading across my skin, almost enveloping my entire left hand.

What worried me even more was that the invisible shackles on my left arm seemed to have become lighter, and I turned my head to look in the direction of the cave, and saw a huge finger dragging seven bronze chains to the entrance of the cave.

Five bronze chains were nailed to each of the five fingers, one was nailed to the position of the Lao Gong point in the palm of the hand, and the other was nailed to the crook of the arm.

The hand was huge, each finger as thick as an adult's waist, and at the moment it was still trembling with my left hand, and it was constantly expanding and contracting, and the bowl of thick bronze chains rattled, and blood was flowing down the barbs at the tip of the chains, dripping down, and immediately turning into a blazing flame, as if it were not blood, but magma.

Seeing this scene, I still don't understand anything. Just now, I fell for the trick of the high priest, and he used the sound of the bone flute to hypnotize me into a fantasy, and deliberately killed my adoptive father, adoptive mother, and grandmother in the illusion, which made me fall into a state of madness, so I desperately killed and struggled. The seal on the Demon God's left hand has almost been completely unsealed.

If it weren't for my grandmother's voice suddenly ringing in my heart, I woke up after being reminded and realized that it was all just an illusion, and I might still be unable to extricate myself from my madness.

At this moment, the group of people with grimace masks had stopped. No longer chanting incantations, he looked at me with expectant eyes, at the left hand of the giant that had come out of the hole.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down, and also forced my trembling left hand to stop.

"Ji Zang. It's all come to this, what else do you have to hesitate about? You also feel that powerful power, why refuse? Don't you want to kill me, kill us, and avenge your dead relatives? The High Priest's voice was agitated.

Think! Absolutely!

I want to catch that corpse. After killing her, I want to kill all the people in front of me who have exterminated humanity, even if the high priest is still my grandfather, and there is my aunt in it.

But I can't do that, once I can't control myself. If the madness continues, the left hand of the demon god will break free from the seal, and the demon god will start the path to resurrection.

The High Priest has gone completely insane, and in order to tempt me, he is even willing to use his life as bait. His people are also used as bait to lure me into killing, but I really can't do that.

There is a demon living in my heart, and it is held in a cage once he is released. It's no longer controllable.

I looked at the High Priest in silence, and the High Priest looked at me through the grimace mask, and the two of them looked at each other in silence.

That's when I noticed. A few drops of blood flowed from the corners of the mouth of the High Priest's grimace mask. It seems that the illusion just now was cast by the high priest with great energy, and after I cracked it, he was obviously injured a lot, and even if he wanted to cast the illusion again now, I am afraid it would be impossible.

We confronted each other like this, and the atmosphere became strange for a while, and although I couldn't get out, I kept going. It's not a problem, after all, the longer it drags on, the better it will be for me.

Such a ritual cannot last long, and if it continues to drag on, wait until the power of the ritual wears off. The left hand of the demon god will return to the depths of the cave, and my mission will be completed.

The High Priest was visibly anxious, and I could feel his anxiety even through the grimace mask, and I looked at him for a moment. I felt a little bored, so I turned my eyes and searched through the crowd, I wanted to find the masked girl, to see if she was there. I also want to confirm whether she has other arrangements or has betrayed the camp of justice.

However, I didn't find the masked girl in the crowd, and an idea suddenly jumped into my head: I confirmed the identity of the masked girl through her bronze mask and her black cat.

I've never seen her for what she really is, and I don't know her name, so is it possible that she's impersonating?

After all, when I told my mother about these things, I only told the details of the bronze mask, in case the enemy side wore the bronze mask and pretended to be her identity, then I was not deceived by her all the time?

The thought just popped into my mind. I was shocked: if that was the case, it would be horrible.

However, now is not the time to think about this, now is the crucial moment of the ceremony, as long as the high priest is not allowed to succeed. The rest of the things will be considered after you get out.

As the minutes passed, there was another sound from the other side of the cave, this time, it was the sound of the bronze chains being taut and pulled, obviously trying to drag the left hand of the demon god back into the cave.

Seeing that all his efforts were about to come to naught, the high priest was anxious: "Hit me, hit him, I don't believe he can hold back and not fight back." ”

A group of masked men rushed up and whipped me with their scabbards and whips, and I was soon knocked to the ground in pain, but I didn't move, didn't resist, didn't even struggle or moan.

My heart is filled with the pleasure of revenge - although I am not fighting power, as long as I can sabotage your plans, I will be the victor.

"Get out of the way, I see how he can bear it this time!" The high priest's angry voice came.

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