"It seems that I, who is accustomed to living a walking corpse life, can no longer write words..."

A man in ragged clothes and disheveled face was kneeling in the alleyway. The light of street lights on the street shone on his head, his muddy eyes were chaotic.

He held a dirty sign pen and wrote on a clean newspaper that might have been found in the trash can.

His handwriting was very sloppy, like a graffiti made by a child or a ghostly talisman of a Taoist priest in Maoshan, and he could only barely distinguish what he wrote.

"As long as it can be roughly conveyed, lyrical words are not something that a monster can write. Although your death has nothing to do with me, all three of your teammates have been swallowed by me. This is undeniable. I am not qualified to write extra things..."

Black Prison folded the broken newspaper and put it in his pocket, picked up the package beside him wrapped in the ashes of Liang Cheng, a man with broken arms.

The clothes he was wearing are still taken off the yellow-haired young man who had taken out his heart, because his own rag was no longer worn.

"Mom, why is that big brother over there dressed in tatters!"

The young child voice sounded, and Black Prison turned his head and found that a little girl who might be only two or three years old was looking at her with curiosity on her face.

It looks so cute, innocent, and has not been polluted by this turbid world...

He waved his hand subconsciously and showed a pretty friendly smile.

"Xuanxuan, don't go see this kind of homeless man, you're so dirty. If you meet such a ragged person in the future, you must hide away. Have you heard it?"

The woman beside the little girl hugged her tightly, and her eyes were filled with disgust and repulsion.

"But many brothers and sisters on the street also like this kind of ripped clothes. Why don't you talk about them mom?"

The little girl Xuanxuan was puzzled. Many of her older brothers and sisters also like to cut out some holes in her good clothes, saying that she was following the trend.

Although I don’t understand, I think there seems to be nothing wrong with this. Why is my mother so repulsive to this brother who showed kindness? He did nothing wrong...

"Yes, I'm just a monster, staying away from me is the right choice..."

Looking at the little girl who was hugged by her mother and left quickly, the smile on Black Prison's face slowly disappeared, and he laughed coldly on himself.

"Your daughter is so old, she should be a cute little girl. In the eyes of her parents, the daughters are the most innocent and cute, right... those children will hate me, just hate me, I took away their father..."

Black Prison looked at the ancient capital that he had been wandering for many years. He did not belong to this place, he was just imprisoned here and was already homeless.

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Qin Zhen was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and she felt very uneasy.

She was awakened by a nightmare. In the dream, her husband Liang Cheng was covered in blood. He leaned against a black wall that could not be seen. The dark red blood gathered into a pool of blood. She woke up in fear, sweating profusely on her body.

"Don't have anything to do, Acheng, you must be safe. Huanhuan and I, as well as my mother, are waiting for you to come back..."

Qin Zhen turned on the desk lamp on the bedside table and took out the Buddhist beads he had asked the monk to consecrate in the temple, hoping to recite the sutra again to pray for her husband.

"Come on the way~~~~~~~~~~~~"

She gently picked up the string of Buddhist beads, and the red rope tied to the sandalwood Buddhist beads suddenly broke, and the purple Buddhist beads rolled on the white floor tiles.

I have always cared for this string of Buddhist beads carefully, why did it come so suddenly?

Her body's strength seemed to be pulled away instantly, and she collapsed on the bed, her pretty face was bloodless.

The consecrated Buddhist beads will have an invisible cause and condition line with those who are blessed. If the Buddhist beads break, then your husband may...

"Da da da da da~~~~~~~~~"

There seemed to be a pounding sound from the bedroom windows covered by curtains, and Qin Zhen's slender body trembled.

Under the afterglow of the desk lamp, there was a faint black shadow outside the curtains blown by the breeze, which made her shudder.

"Who is there!!!"

This is the seventh floor, how could anyone stay outside the window? Is it a thief? If it is a thief with evil thoughts, how should he deal with it?!

She went to the living room with a light hand, picked up a fruit-cut knife and held it in her hand, and took a deep breath. She could not wake up her sleeping daughter, nor could she be involved.

"Don't be afraid...Don't be afraid..."

The slight knocking sound was still there, and the faint black shadow was still stuck outside the window. Qin Zhen was angry with herself. Her husband was a hunter, and she had to be brave and protect Huanhuan.

“Hohuhuhuhuhuhu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A strong air current lifted up the curtains. Qin Zhen stabbed the window against the wind, but it fell into vain and there was nothing outside the window.

She came to her senses, but found that there was a package in front of her and a broken newspaper pressing under her.

She looked at the bloody package and her pupils suddenly tightened. She couldn't admit her mistake. It was the coat she prepared for her husband!!

"Clang~~~~~~~~~~~"

The fruit knife with his hands tightly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. Qin Zhen trembled and picked up the small bloody package and saw the crooked handwriting on the broken newspaper.

After reading these sloppy words word by word, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes and flowed through her fair face. She sat on the ground holding the package, crying in a low voice.

The one in this bloody jacket was her husband's ashes. He was burly and strong, and after his death, he only left so little things for her to remember!

"Mom, is Daddy gone? Will Daddy come back..."

A tender voice sounded, Qin Zhen turned her haggard face and saw her daughter's small body standing outside the door, and her beautiful big eyes were filled with sadness.

"Mom, don't cry, Huanhuan will accompany you, Huanhuan will protect you for your father..."

Huanhuan was wearing white pajamas. She walked up to her mother and wiped the tears from her mother's face with her small palm. Her petite and soft body hugged her mother and comforted her.

"Huanhuan, my mother is not crying, my mother is laughing. When Huanhuan grows up, my mother will definitely not cry. My mother will watch you grow up happily, and my mother will also take care of my grandmother..."

Qin Zhen forced herself not to cry, but the tears could not be controlled. The crystal tears wet her daughter's white pajamas. She comforted her and forced her to smile.

"How many families do I have to destroy? I am alive is a disaster for others..."

Black Prison sat on the roof of the building opposite, looking at the unfortunate mother and daughter, his heart was as if he was hurt.

"Maybe I'll die before I can end this endless tragedy..."

His slender five fingers stretched out his pale bone blades. The iron-cut bone blades cut his throat, and white blood flowed out.

"But I can't do it... I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of being killed by others... I'm even more afraid of suicide... I'm a shameless coward!!"

Black Prison's arms trembled, he covered his face and cried bitterly, hoarsely, those bone blades waving on his face, and the wounds splattered blood, but in an instant he recovered as before.

Even though he was parasitized in the dirty sewer like a wild dog without a fixed place, even if he would hunt and eat his compatriots out of control as long as he woke up from hunger, he still did not have the courage to kill himself.

There were circles of ripples around him, his body disappeared, and he appeared in a dark and smelly sewer again.

"I'm a dirty and shameless devil, sorry... sorry..."

He rolled in pain, roared with all his might, and fell into the black wastewater filled with foul smell, and the dirty things slowly covered him.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and he didn't know where he would be washed away, and when he would wake up, transforming into a curse demon who chose people and devoured them.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

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Chapter completed!