Long...

"Almost..."

Zongren said softly, and the next moment he took out a pitch-black dagger in his arms.

There are also intricate lines outlined on it.

Soren walked over to the two corpses and poked the dagger inside.

Soon where the dagger slashed, the corpse's skin turned black and smelled foul.

A few more corpses were picked up and knifed.

In the end, Zongren washed away the blood stains on the dagger, gestured at his chest, and slashed through.

His expression turned pale in an instant.

Leaned against the wall with a muffled grunt.

Pus had already begun to form at the wound in just three seconds.

The stench is constantly permeating.

Zongren gritted his teeth so tightly, letting the cold sweat continue to drip down.

Then he used a dagger to dig out a large piece of flesh.

Avoid the spread of the curse.

But even so, the area around that skin has completely left traces of curse.

His entire body was constantly emitting a faint stench.

Not particularly obvious.

But if you really get up close, you will smell it.

Some staggered to their feet.

Looking at the dagger in his hand, Zong Ren smiled a little weakly: "God... Goddess, your... This dagger is so useful..."

Throw the dagger in the pile of corpses.

But after thinking about it, Zongren picked up the dagger again.

Pick up a corpse, keep him on his knees, and plunge the dagger into his chest.

Then he grasped the dagger with both hands that controlled the corpse.

I carefully checked the posture.

After making sure that there was no problem with the grip, he tilted his head and looked behind him, in the direction of the entrance to the village.

The originally angry eyes, after such a transformation, are more like villagers who protect themselves, making people run away...

In this way, Tong Zongren, who can be barely explained, does not... Why was Lin Qi able to escape from this village?

Including the corpses of other villagers, they are constantly changing the position of death by Zongren.

At a glance...

It's like the whole village is blocking the enemy's path.

Open up a way for Lin Qi to escape.

"Lin Qi..."

"We must avenge everyone!"

Zong Ren's eyes were a little red, he took a deep breath, imitated Lin Qi's state of mind, and bowed deeply to these corpses.

Then he turned and left.

A blood-colored village, a teenager who looks burdened with hatred.

It all seems so real.

Mobei No. 2 Middle School...

Advanced Ink Academy.

Whether it is the background, background, bones, smell, all these things are all seamlessly transformed by Zongren.

……

"For the rest of my life... In two? ”

"The ghost lingers..."

It wasn't until Zong Ren returned to this desert north city that he looked at the figure of the rest of his life in the school, and a gloom flashed in Zong Ren's eyes.

"After all, we still have to face it."

"See you now..."

"Be more natural."

Taking a deep breath, Zong Ren's face showed a touch of rustic simplicity, but it also revealed a little lone wolf-like madness.

A teenager who has been killed in the whole village should have this kind of ferocity.

After all...

The hatred on his body is too great.

The reason for being obsessed with entering the ink academy makes sense.

Zongren just stood at the school gate, motionless.

Until the security guard spotted his figure and walked out with some doubts.

After a short period of communication, the principal's phone was called.

About ten minutes later, the principal appeared at the door of the school, looking at Zongren in front of him, especially behind the fierce eyes, frowning slightly.

The rest of his life also saw Zongren.

Something strange.

There seems to be a subtle sense of familiarity in this person, but it is also like an illusion.

What appeared in those eyes might seem terrifying to others, but it seemed natural for the rest of his life.

Because there are many such eyes in the city of sin.

It's not too unusual.

"What's wrong?"

Time looked at the rest of his life and asked.

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly.

"It's okay..."

After looking at Zongren's figure again, Yu Sheng retracted his gaze.

The principal and Zongren talked a lot.

Finally, he took a deep breath, his eyes bloodshot, and clenched his fists.

"Damn it!"

"These brutes, sooner or later, they will be eradicated!"

The headmaster said almost through gritted teeth; "Don't worry, you can stay in my second middle school, and I will personally enroll you in a while!"

Zong Ren barely managed to squeeze out a smile, and seemed a little silent.

"For the rest of your life, what do you think of this child?"

"You don't need to test him separately!"

At this time, the principal was still in that state of righteous indignation, looking at Yu Sheng and asked.

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment.

looked at the silent Zongren not far away, thoughtfully.

"Will you break a boulder in your chest?"

Even Zong Ren was stunned for a moment by these sudden words, and he didn't understand it for the first time.

I just heard what the principal meant, and the rest of my life should be the person in charge of the inspection of the Mo Academy.

This made him call him unlucky.

I was just about to fight the first wave of confrontation with the rest of my life, and after I had already made a lot of psychological achievements for myself, the result...

A boulder in the chest?

Zong Ren subconsciously wanted to raise his head and look at the rest of his life.

But he endured it.

It's dangerous!

I have always assumed that the rest of my life is the biggest enemy of entering the Ink Academy, but I didn't expect to almost capsize in the gutter.

This guy...

I must have wanted to see my subconscious eyes.

This kind of subconscious emotion cannot be disguised.

The rest of my life will definitely be able to see.

Taking a deep breath, Zong Ren slowly raised his head, with just the right amount of blankness in his eyes, and looked at him for the rest of his life.

"I..."

"No, it won't."

Zong Ren slowly lowered his head with a little inferiority.

Yu Sheng thought about it and asked again: "What about stand-up comedy?" ”

"Nor will it..."

Zong Ren's head was buried even lower.

Yu Sheng nodded lightly: "Then let's run the 100-meter race, the hurdle kind." ”

At this time, there is still a runway that has just been prepared on the playground.

and hurdles that haven't had time to be dismantled.

Zongren nodded slightly.

A little nervously tugged at the corners of his clothes, and under the continuous brainwashing, he completely replaced the image of the child who had just walked out of the countryside and came to the city.

Standing at the beginning of the track, running wildly with instructions.

Wisps of faint energy spread throughout the body.

Keep speeding up.

Yu Sheng took out a notebook seriously and observed Zongren's state when he was running, as well as his use of energy.

Eventually something was recorded in the notebook.

"Time..."

"Please fight with him..."

Looking at the finish line, Zongren, who was panting slightly, said thoughtfully for the rest of his life.

……

Ink City, Ink Pavilion.

Rooftop meeting room.

"Let's discuss your thoughts on the veteran barracks in Mobei City."

Sun Yingying sat on the main seat and said a little tiredly.

(I wish you all a safe and healthy Dragon Boat Festival!) The rivers and mountains are good, go out for a walk, don't be a lazy worm at home! I'm going to hang out! ）