All desires were completely extinguished, and even stinky tofu was no longer interested.

Terrible.

I don’t even want to eat stinky tofu...

With this thought in mind, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and he plunged his head into the frying pan.

This is just an example. Not everyone dies so creatively. There are also people who hang themselves on street lamps, and people who see a girl they like die in front of her like a prank, and suddenly want to try being killed.

What does it feel like to have a mixer living in cement? Put a red plastic bag on your head and dance on the street, suffocating yourself to death.

…

…

Hell members come from various cities and have their own colorful pasts.

And those who could be recruited into the ship and follow the three captains were all elites. However, now they staged all kinds of deaths in less than a minute, one by one, making it look like

, life is so contemptible...

"It's over, the situation has completely gotten out of control..."

Similarly, when the members of hell were rushing towards death madly, Mr. Ye also felt despair.

The power of that bomb was stronger than he calculated.

He did not feel excited about the death of the members of the Hell Organization, because he had already felt that not only the members of the Hell Organization were affected, but also the strangers in Black Gate City and a large number of indigenous people, who were also affected by the radiation.

For example, Ruan Ruan rushed towards an opponent who was stronger than him with a grin, Ling Ping with red eyes, Lao Zhou who put the muzzle of a gun into his mouth, etc.

Allowing this bomb to be detonated in Black Gate City would be equivalent to pushing everyone to the brink of death.

If your foot slips, it will fall in.

What are the consequences?

He couldn't calculate it because it was far beyond his estimate.

Even if the consequences were half as small, they would still be far beyond what Black Gate City could bear. So what's the point of even calculating them?

But just when this feeling of despair hit his heart, he was suddenly startled.

Something's wrong...

He worked hard to project his spiritual power, and with the help of the Aboriginal perspective, he saw a strange scene. The strangers in Black Gate City did not really let themselves die. They just rushed towards their opponents with the thought of death in mind.

And when he saw his opponent die without hesitation, he stood there blankly, as if he had lost his target, and remained motionless for a long, long time.

The aboriginal people who were affected also felt a strong sense of gloom in their hearts for a moment.

But before he truly despaired, he tilted his ears slightly, as if listening to something.

"this……"

The impact in Mr. Ye's heart was stronger than seeing all the people in Black Gate City dying.

The tide of death does not hit everyone without distinction.

been divided.

There is some kind of force that guides the direction and target of the death tide...

But what force can point where the tide of death will lead, and who can control that force?

Now he was in a huge panic. He didn't even dare to face the center of the death tide. Because he was worried that the influence would directly hit his brain, he ignored a very small detail and went to Xiao Xiao.

After entering the sanatorium, a dark silver radio was placed in the hands of the man who was pursuing death. He held it from beginning to end.

And as he was sliding toward death, a faint voice sounded from the radio, accompanying his death.

"It was a bleak December,"

"Each ember is dying, casting ghostly shadows on the floor."

"Eagerly, I look forward to the light of day."

"..."

The gentle female voice has been accompanying Death's favored person in his last moments, and he doesn't even care whether he heard it or not.

In the ears of the natives or strangers in Black Gate City, cheerful music also sounded, attracting their attention.

"Fake cigarettes, fake wine, fake friends, fake friends,"

"Fake love, fake tenderness,"

"Coax me to come to your house,"

"Driving me away at midnight."

"..."

"It's not that I want to drive you away~ drive you away,"

"My husband will do it when he sees it,"

"You are small and he is big,"

"Hitting you is like beating a dog."

"..."

"..."

"Betting on the record player lady is indeed the right choice."

Xiao Xiao thought silently in his heart and withdrew his gaze towards the city. He didn't know how much of a mental impact this incident would have on Mr. Ye, and he didn't tell him in advance because he wasn't sure either.

When he dropped the bomb, he really thought carefully about how to make that person leave without causing too many consequences that he didn't want to see.

The answer, of course, is the record player lady.

Among the few special things around her, she is the only one who is good at regulating emotions.

So, he went to the nursing home and put the radio on the window sill into the man's hand.

Waiting for that moment to come.

Use the three-stage ability of the clairvoyant to grasp the location of the members of the Hell Organization in the entire city, and then use the ability of the record player girl to give the Death Favored Person the final tenderness, giving his huge and desperate death some layers of meaning and depth.

depth.

In this way, there is a possibility of controlling the power of death.

Of course, what the record player lady accomplished was a little better than she imagined, not much, just a hundred times better.

He was digesting this shock in his heart, but his expression was very calm.

It seemed that everything was expected.

He just silently took a few steps forward and placed the white devil's head on a step in front of him.

"So, that's the power of the mysterious guide?"

The voice of unknown will sounded, as if it brought a deep sense of powerlessness.

Ever since he saw the death of many members of the Hell Organization, he fell into silence until this moment when the dust settled.

"I have no idea……"

Xiao Xiao shook his head and forced a smile: "But if I say, I only spent fifty points to buy this kind of power..."

"...No, fifty-one points."

"Do you believe it or not?"

"..."

The mysterious will fell silent: "Do you think I believe it or not?"

Xiao Xiao shrugged helplessly: "Actually, I also know that this is outrageous."

He had no intention of explaining this, but glanced at the White Demon's head curiously and said, "What kind of ability do you have?"

"Strengthen the line, bipolar."

The unknown will slowly said: "The first stage of strengthening is to let yourself have another thought. If you are calm, he will be angry. If you are aggressive, he will be calm. He will always be in your mind, reminding you of this from time to time.

Whether something is right or wrong reduces the possibility of you doing something wrong. The second stage of strengthening is to give him some kind of autonomous control over his body."

"You can still study while sleeping. You can let him think about another problem while you are doing something. Your time will be doubled. And by the third stage of reinforcement, he has become another person.

A you, a mirror image of you."

"And the fourth stage...is twins."

"There is always another person who is at the same point in time as you, but in a different time and space. You can switch at will."

"So, the opponent never knows who he is fighting or contacting."

"On the surface you are chatting with a very peaceful person, but you don't know that deep down he is a monster who wants to kill you."

"You see the tenderness in her eyes, but you don't know that she is calculating in her heart which prey you are..."
To be continued...