The small city, like the abbreviation of the whole world, the rich, the powerful enjoy luxurious residences, guards and servants with them, delicious food, warm beds, they are only one of billions of living beings, but they control ninety-nine percent of the wealth, and they are extremely extravagant, and the dirty and narrow alleys in front of them are not only the dwellings of rats and cockroaches, but also the places where those who are in power, the rich are degraded as poor, sinners, pigs and dogs, but still struggle to survive.

Is this what life is all about?

No one thinks about this question, because life is like this, it was like it was, it is like it is now, it is like it is in the future, it has always been like this......

Instead of thinking about these pointless questions, why not think about how to solve it for dinner tonight, how to solve it for breakfast tomorrow, why not pick up a few more guests and grab more money?

If you ask them, is it hard to live like this, are you tired? They will definitely cry and say, "It's very bitter, it's very tired", but if you ask them why they don't resist, why they don't want to overthrow the oppressors, they will only think that you are a madman, and no matter how hard life is, it is better than looking for death.

It was a trivial matter, but it was also the blood of this distorted, deformed, huge and bloated class society under the weight of the blood, the vast majority of whom were victims, and only a few were on top, who recited psalms, sang and danced, but did not see suffering.

The dilapidated room smelled of alcohol, the red-haired woman sat at the head of the bed, her lower body was covered with only a layer of tulle, her figure was thin, her breasts were a little sagging, but none of this mattered, her beautiful face was destined to attract more customers than other prostitutes.

There was a drunken man lying beside her, even if he was fascinated by the medicine, his hand was still firmly around the woman's waist, the red-haired woman pursed her lips, removed his hand in disgust, leaned over, took the coat hanging by the bed, groped for a moment and found only three silver coins, and threw the clothes on the ground in anger.

"Cut, just for this little money, he still brags that he is a businessman, not only a waste, but also a poor ghost, a waste of time. ”

She got up angrily, rudely dragged him off the bed, and planned to throw him out of the door directly, this kind of poor ghost has no value of killing, but it is more troublesome to dispose of the corpse, it is better to throw it out, anyway, he will definitely freeze to death before the medicine works, feed the wild dogs.

"You give me wait, stupid thing, let me say what is good about you, no money in his pocket means that he really has no money?"

The wardrobe was slowly pushed open, and behind it was a wall that had been opened, and a sloppy man with a stubble on his face, missing half an ear, and exuding a rancid smell all over his body walked out of it, he hurriedly stopped the woman, snatched the coat from her hand, took out a knife, slowly cut through the outer layer of the clothes, reached out and groped in it for a while, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and after a moment he gave up and shook his head, "It seems that he is really a poor ghost, damn, Lao Tzu has lived for so long, and it is the first time I have seen such a blow." ”

"Throw him out, I'm a little tired, and I'm upset when I see him. ”

The woman's eyes became a little erratic, her eyes kept wandering over the scissors on the bedside table and the sleeve of the man's left hand, she couldn't see through others, but the concubine in front of her who had been with her for more than ten years, not to mention lying, it was just a fart, she knew what the other party was thinking.

Secretly hiding the good things in her sleeve, and lying to herself that she didn't say anything?, she suppressed her anger, and tried her usual appearance as much as she could, urging the man to throw him out in an impatient tone, as long as he turned away......

More than a decade of affection?

It's a pity that love is worthless in front of money, at least for her, picking up customers is for money, killing people is for money, so now, she can also stab scissors into the concubine in front of her for money, or her husband's neck, as long as she has money, she can get out of this life, she can eat whatever she wants, drink what she wants, live in a luxurious mansion, hire servants, have her own carriage, there is nothing more important in this world than money.

One is to continue this life, and wait until she grows old and loses her face, or starve, or freeze to death, or die of illness, and in any case, the end will not be easy, and the other is very likely to get herself out of the quagmire and live another life, even if the possibility is very small, but why not gamble? Isn't it just to kill a man who has slept with her? This price is too small, if possible, she is willing to gamble a thousand times, ten thousand times......

"Aren't you going to help?"

He said so, but he still carried the puddle of mud that was unconscious on the ground, and the irrepressible ecstasy made his mind fluctuate, even if he didn't verify it with his own eyes, but the unique touch made him sure that what the merchant said was not all lies, at least in his cognition, the person who could use the crystal card could never be a poor person, this was the only way for the rich and powerful to store wealth.

The ability to store the ring can only be used for carrying it with you because of the upper limit of the spell, of course, there are many people who choose to store all their wealth in the ring and hide the ring, but compared to this practice, they prefer to hand over their wealth to the gold banks all over the continent, and it is the safest to hand them over for safekeeping, and they can get rich interest every year, but if you want to store it in the gold bank, the minimum limit is more than one ton of gold, and Mo is about 66,000 leaf gold.

How is it possible for a poor person to save money in a gold bank?

In other words, the money in this crystal card is worth at least a ton of gold, and this money is enough for him to get out of the bottom life, no need to kill anymore, no need to endure hunger anymore, say goodbye to this damn stinky ditch completely, get drunk with gold, hug left and right, how wonderful it should be.

Immersed in fantasy, he completely lost his usual vigilance, completely unaware that the woman behind him had picked up the scissors and aimed them at his neck, without the slightest nostalgia in his eyes, only naked and murderous intent.

The woman saw the opportunity, held the scissors tightly with both hands, and stabbed forward, but who knew that this man accidentally stepped on the wine ** scattered on the ground, and he was still dragging the dead merchant with both hands, and there was nowhere to borrow strength, and the whole person fell backwards violently.

Poof.

The sharp scissors sank into the man's back without any barrier, and the blood suddenly gushed out, but she was also knocked to the ground because of inertia, and the weight of the two people pressed on her, and she couldn't move for a while, and the gurgling blood pasted her face along the handle of the knife, and the heavy fishy smell was disgusting, and the sudden change made the woman a little panicked, and this time she failed to stab the vital point, but the severe pain had angered him.

"You're crazy!?"

The man pushed away the merchant who was pressing on his body with a painful face, he reached out and touched his back, it was a hand of blood, and when he was about to turn around and question, there was a sharp pain behind his back, almost making him faint.

Seeing this, the woman knew in her heart that at this point, it was impossible to be good, and there must be a person who died here today, and with a heart, she directly pulled the scissors off the man's back, and stabbed him desperately in the back as if she was crazy.

One time.

Again.

Blood spurted her face, staining her into a bloody person, until he fell softly, the woman lay on the ground with blank eyes, the scissors in her hand fell to the side at some point, and she gasped heavily.

Is it over?

But why...... It's so hard to breathe...... Is it because they are pressed on themselves?

The woman's face gradually flushed, she tried to push the two people on her body away, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push half a minute, her breathing became more and more rapid, and the scene in front of her gradually appeared ghostly, bursts of sharp pain came from her lower abdomen, and a sharp knife was inserted into her waist at some point.

The crimson blood spread on the floor, like a small living snake, winding forward, as if even they were disgusted with everything, and couldn't wait to escape, the door was slowly pushed open, the cold wind swept away, and the snow fell in a splash.

Smack.

The bread in the paper bag fell to the ground involuntarily, Genos looked at everything in front of him in a daze, for him, the whole world was shattered at this moment, he squatted down in distraction, curled up in the door with his hands folded, and his body trembled.

It's cold, it's really cold.

What is Hell?

What you see is hell, and the name is despair.

......

"I often wonder why I don't have a heart, and you have a heart, what is a heart? What is the point of its existence? I understand now that it has no meaning, just as jealousy has no meaning, arrogance has no meaning, laziness has no meaning, anger has no meaning, it has no meaning, it is so boring. ”

It stretched out a finger against Genos's heart, feeling the beating of life, again and again, so powerful, yet so fragile, vulnerable, why do living beings need such a thing as a heart, is it to feel hopeless?

"Why are you alive if it doesn't make sense to you?"

Thorin's presence interrupted its thoughts, and the fingers that were about to break open its chest paused slightly, it turned its head to glance at Sorrin, and its cold tone remained unchanged, "There is no point in living, and it is the same as dying, even knowing that they are meaningless is meaningless in itself, maybe one day, when I wonder what death is, I will die, but not now." ”

Sorine didn't know what to say for a while, the Void Demon really couldn't look at it with normal thinking, but the one in front of him seemed a little strange, it could at least communicate, unlike the group of Void Demons who destroyed Bellan, let alone communicate, I'm afraid that even the most basic reason is lacking, and it is simply a devil who only knows how to kill.