Chapter 3944
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Even if everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department knew that he was the main culprit of these accidents.
They also knew that Du Jiu Sheng was the same as Wang Meng, falling into a demonic trap.
It was as if he had drawn a circle around himself, trapping himself in it endlessly.
It was still a thirty three story building, but it wasn't the same room as before.
It was said that the older a person was, the calmer their mind would be, but he wasn't the same.
As time passed, he became more and more violent, more and more eccentric.
He killed ….. more and more people …..
Sometimes just because of a single sentence, because of a small matter, he didn't hesitate to kill people.
He clearly knew that he could let them go, but he wouldn't.
There was a saying in the 'Mu Qing' organization, hell is empty and the devil is in the human world.
He admitted that he was a devil, he admitted that he was a ruthless person.
It didn't matter … …
He didn't care about going to hell, as long as the person he cared about could live.
So what if he went to hell, so what if he never reincarnated?
He didn't care about this, he never cared.
There was no lack of good people in this world, but good people would always die more than bad people.
When he was in deep thought, someone suddenly shouted, "Ninth God, it's a success, we've succeeded."
Du Jiu Sheng felt his heart skip a beat and his dark eyes finally lit up.
After taking the Paramita Holy Water that he had studied for fifteen years, he came to the underground ice cellar again.
She didn't seem to have changed after all these years, her skin was still very white. When she silently laid there, it was like she was sleeping.
But he was different, he had already become much older. He was clearly in his thirties, but he already had white hair.
He gently poured the Paramita Holy Water into her mouth, just like what she did to him fifteen years ago.
The only difference was that Luo Qingchen didn't wake up like him.
"Di da, di da, di da, di da."
Time ticked by, but she was still lying there quietly, showing no signs of waking up.
Du Jiu Sheng panicked … …
At that moment, it was like he saw the same expression as Wang Meng in the past.
"No, impossible, definitely impossible!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs like a child. His hands trembled endlessly as he poured the water from the bottle into Luo Qingchen's mouth.
Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, half an hour passed.
There was still no reaction from her.
After fifteen years, the experiment seemed to have succeeded, but the effect of the so-called Paramita Holy Water had failed.
Despair, endless despair …
Perhaps the Paramita Holy Water had always been a myth.
After all, no one had ever been able to use it to save someone.
But he couldn't accept it. He really couldn't accept it.
Waves of pain came from his heart, and some strange images began to flash before his eyes.
His moon-white robe suddenly turned into a set of dark red armor.
Blood dyed his clothes red, and his gentle eyes were filled with killing intent.
He killed one, two, one hundred, two hundred, one thousand, two thousand ….
He didn't seem to know why he killed so many people. He only knew that he was in as much pain as he was now.
Only when his heart stopped beating did the pain slowly dissipate.
He knew that he was dead …
He would fall into hell like this, at least he could see her one last time in hell.
Then it didn't matter if he reincarnated forever, it was fine as long as he could see her once more.
(End)
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