If it is just because of the physical disability, it is just because of the physical disability, but in addition to these old and sick people, there are also some people who claim to have mental illness and come to the dying home to ask for treatment.

Mental illness?

She couldn't understand what mental illness was, and if anything, it was that they were not religious enough to God, and they lost their traditional beliefs in favor of scythes and axes or pagans.

In her opinion, these people who are obviously sound in their hands and feet but huddle in this grave and wait for death are completely a waste of social resources, and it is better to die altogether.

Her dispute with her friend is that her friend is too soft-hearted to give up these untouchables and ask her to send them a little help, while her idea is ......

Isn't the easiest way to lift a country out of poverty is to get rid of all the poor?

The country is like a deformed monster, with a smart head and a lean and powerful upper body, but it has to drag its bloated, fat lower body that is slowly festering.

Her friends tend to strengthen the upper body while at least the lower half of the body does not fester.

It was precisely because her friend was too soft-hearted that she ended up dying in a foreign country......

Her right hand reached into the sari, drew a golden scimitar, raised it high, and slashed at the neck of a teenage boy like a sacrificial behead.

Blood bursts out.

The boy didn't even say a word, and his head was in a different place, and the blood of the carotid artery gushed outward in a spurt shape.

She held a wine glass in her left hand, poured warm blood, and drank it all.

Sheep blood with an inexhaustible smell and smell, where can it be compared to the purity and sweetness of human blood?

The boy's death was barely sound, and the whispering and coughing in the row house were so constant that even the slightest unusual sound would be muffled.

Most of the other patients were unaware, and the patient lying in the adjacent bed saw this scene, his eyes widened in horror, and his mouth opened wide to scream, but only a few weak coughs came out.

"Shhhh ”

She put her index finger up to her mouth and motioned for him not to shout, just by seeing her expression and movements, you might think that she was a caring volunteer.

The patient in the adjacent bed did not dare to shout, because he was too weak to even move, so what was the use of shouting? If he didn't, maybe she would let him go......

He had such a fluke mentality, thinking that she was hired by the young man's enemy to commit the murder, and she should leave after reaching the goal, right?

It's a pity that she doesn't know anyone here, and she has no grievances.

The golden light flashed, and the patient in the adjacent bed was also in a different place, and his face still maintained a begging expression.

One by one, she walked past the hospital beds.

One, two, three......

She had a knife in her hand, and the rows of single beds were stained red with blood.

Some people wanted to shout for help, some people rolled over and got out of bed and wanted to run, and some people tried to resist, but her knife was too fast, and where the knife passed, everything was cut in two.

More people accept their fate and wait for the coming of death with relief, compared to their incurable illness, perhaps it is a blessing to be liberated, and die early and enter reincarnation.

In the moment before the golden knife fell, they were recalling whether they had accumulated enough good deeds in this life, whether they could be reincarnated as a superior person in the next life, or whether they would be reincarnated as a dog or an ant......

She tasted different flavors of blood, some sweet, some salty, some spicy, some bitter, some with the smell of gunpowder, and some full of toxins of compounds...... But she didn't turn down.

Each cup of blood makes her more powerful.

She had long seen that this place was not pleasing to the eye, a lowly nun who had built a simple slum from nowhere, and had won great fame, and had attracted all nations to court, and her reputation even faintly surpassed that of the native temples...... These untouchables, who have abandoned their traditional beliefs and relied on the pagans to survive, deserve to die!

Eventually, all the sleeping men's single beds were dripping blood, and the blood of different people stained the entire floor of the room red, and the blood flowed like a river of blood, redder than the floor of the Kali Temple—how could the pseudo-red of sheep blood and red dye be compared to the true red of human blood?

She took off her headscarf, put her fingers into the empty glass, dipped the blood stains on the walls of the glass, and painted her funnel-shaped area red, from the top of her forehead to the tip of her nose, avoiding only the area in the center of her eyebrows, which was in the shape of an apricot kernel, like a vertical eye.

Her lips were so bright that they looked like they were dripping with blood.

Even after killing hundreds of people, the golden knife in her hand was still as smooth as a mirror, not even a drop of blood was stained, and the blade was as smooth as a crescent moon, and there was no trace of any bump or curl of the blade.

She loved the knife and was a gift from a friend.

It looks like a metal material, but it's not, it's the skeleton of some kind of extraordinary animal, it's not very sharp in itself, and it's even a little dull at rest, because sharpness and hardness can't be combined, but because of its super toughness, it can withstand thousands of high-frequency vibrations per second, which is a very good weapon for her.

Her wrists are unusually soft and flexible, this is not flexible in the sense of ordinary people, but the flexibility of high-level transcendents, she is a top master of yoga herself, and the flexibility and softness of her wrists are unparalleled in the world.

The high-frequency vibrations of the wrist are transmitted to the blade, and when the blade touches the surface of the object, the high-frequency vibrations are transmitted to the inside of the object.

The density inside any object is not absolutely uniform, and under high-frequency vibration, different amplitudes and intensities of vibration in areas of different densities will cause the object to break from the inside.

In other words, the knife does not "slice open" the target, but causes the target to collapse itself from the inside with high-frequency vibrations.

The knife itself does not vibrate on its own, and the vibrations come from her wrist, so this knife is in the hands of someone else, and it is just a collector's item, and it may not be as good as a fruit knife to kill people.

She's not entirely strong because of the knife, but it's definitely a great addition to her.

If she had enough time, she would carry a knife and slaughter all the sickles, axes, and heretics in the city, after all, the name of the city of Kolkata means "bathing place of Kali", and she would not allow this foreign garbage to defile the holy city.

But that will take a long time, and now it is more important to avenge your friend while his bones are still cold.

The heads that fell to the ground would look good if they were strung together and made into a necklace to hang around her neck, but considering that she would have to take a taxi to other places in a while, she could only give up regretfully.

But it doesn't matter, she will make a more beautiful necklace out of the head of her friend's enemy.

Soon.

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