In the cold, silent warehouse, ice coffins were placed next to Zhao Kaiming.
He has been sitting here for three full hours.
It was as motionless as a wooden sculpture.
The hope in my heart was gradually extinguished as these three hours passed.
The time agreed with Li Gui has been exceeded for too long.
During this period, the remains of the deceased relatives in the ice coffin showed no signs of resurrection. The dead were still dead, and he was the only one alive.
The evil ghost following him cannot be told what kind of existence he is even now.
Zhao Kaiming only knew that every time he asked Li Gui to do something, someone around him would die, but he would be safe and sound.
This is the price paid for using the power of the devil.
He didn't know this at first, and when he found out it was too late, his wife, daughter, parents, relatives... everyone was killed by the ghost because of him.
Compared with fear and death, what tortured Zhao Kaiming was the guilt and grief of killing his relatives with his own hands.
There are even times when he has to do this.
The day the nightmare began, Zhao Kaiming had no way of turning back. He could only walk all the way to the dark side, pinning all his hopes on completing the conditions of the evil ghost, resurrecting everyone's relatives, and then starting everything over again.
Although he suspected many times that this might be a way for Li Gui to deceive him.
But even so, Zhao Kaiming could only believe it and did not dare to have any doubt.
Because any wavering will extinguish his last glimmer of salvation.
In nearly four hours.
The time has come to around two o'clock in the morning.
Zhao Kaiming, who was sitting in the middle of the ice coffin like a wood sculpture, suddenly laughed. He laughed miserably and wildly.
Like crazy.
He completed the plan, but lost everything.
Unable to undo all the consequences caused by his own hands, Zhao Kaiming felt that he had no intention of living anymore.
He didn't blame anyone because he didn't have the qualifications.
He just slowly pulled out a pistol from his waist.
The golden pistol is cold and heavy, and contains ten rounds of special bullets.
But it doesn't matter whether he has a special bullet or not. Now he is just an ordinary person. He can easily be killed or commit suicide.
Without hesitation, he put the pistol directly into his mouth.
Suicide was the only way Zhao Kaiming could walk.
"Sorry, I'll go down and accompany you right now." Zhao Kaiming closed his eyes.
But the moment before he was about to shoot.
"Papa~!"
The sound of something hitting the glass window came from the silent warehouse. Although the sound was not loud, it was heard very clearly, and the source of the sound was right next to Zhao Kaiming.
"Bang~!"
However, a gunshot rang out.
Zhao Kaiming committed suicide so decisively that he had almost no hesitation. He had already pulled the trigger before he had time to put away the gun.
Perhaps because the angle of the shot was not enough, or because the posture of swallowing the gun to commit suicide was wrong, the bullet did not pass through his head, but passed through his mouth.
There was no pain, just a kind of dizziness.
Zhao Kaiming's mouth was full of blood, but he was still alive, but he was seriously injured.
The sound of slapping the glass still sounded beside me.
He thought it was an illusion, but it wasn't. He saw with his own eyes that a pair of pale little hands were vigorously beating the ice coffin containing his daughter's body.
His daughter is resurrected?
Zhao Kaiming's eyes that were about to remain silent suddenly burst into light. He fell to the ground covered in blood, crawled towards the ice coffin, and then used the only strength in his body to push the ice coffin away.
A little girl crawled out of it while crying.
"Daddy, daddy..." The little girl cried and hugged Zhao Kaiming when she saw him.
Zhao Kaiming wanted to stand up, but the suicide shot caused him serious injuries. He collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all his strength, but he smiled, smiled happily, and hugged him lovingly.
He looked at his daughter, felt her breathing and heartbeat, and touched the soft hair in the room.
"Don't, don't cry, cough, daddy is here."
His daughter's resurrection made him understand that he had not been deceived, but the result came too late, and the miracle only happened at the moment of his suicide.
The daughter is the first to die and the first to be resurrected, so according to this order, the next ones to be resurrected are...his parents.
Zhao Kaiming was bleeding profusely at the moment, and due to the injury, his mind was already a little groggy. He said, "Xiaoya, listen to dad and open those glass doors. Mom, grandpa, and grandma are all sleeping inside.
, you have to wake them up...ahem."
It's already a little difficult to speak.
He didn't know if it would be useful, but he could only trust his six-year-old daughter.
Although Zhao Xiaoya was young, she was very obedient. When Zhao Kaiming said this, he immediately ran to the ice coffin and opened the door while crying.
But the little girl didn't know how to open it at all. This ice coffin was customized by Zhao Kaiming and the quality was very good. Precisely because of the high quality, the way to open it was a bit special.
"Dad, Dad, I can't open it." Zhao Xiaoya ran back crying.
But Zhao Kaiming was sitting on the ground with his head lowered, without any reaction, and blood was still flowing out of his body.
He was not dead, just passed out.
If an ambulance was called at this time, Zhao Kaiming could still rescue him.
It's just that fate likes to play tricks on people. After committing suicide, he discovered that everything had been successful, but he mistakenly thought it was a scam.
Zhao Kaiming, who fell into a coma, didn't know how long had passed.
Maybe it was a day, maybe half a day, but in fact he miraculously woke up after being unconscious for an hour.
Zhao Kaiming vaguely felt that someone was covering his wound.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was surrounded by people.
"Wake up, wake up, my son is awake, great." An old woman said excitedly.
Zhao Kaiming found that his family had been resurrected, with his wife, parents, and relatives around him.
"The ambulance hasn't come yet? Why can't the phone get through? Zhao Kaiming, please hold on. You must hold on. We are already contacting the nearby hospital." A relative said anxiously.
Zhao Kaiming did not speak. His consciousness was in a very special state. He felt that he had regained consciousness when he woke up.
"Dad." Zhao Xiaoya cried beside him.
"Good daughter, don't cry. Dad is fine. How did you do it?" Zhao Kaiming touched her head and said with a pale smile.
Zhao Kaiming raised his eyelids slightly, but he saw no one behind his daughter, only darkness.
He was sluggish for a moment, then realized something. He opened his eyes suddenly and grabbed his daughter's hand tightly. He wanted to say something, but a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat. Plus, he couldn't say anything after he regained consciousness.
That ghost...is still there.
But at this moment, the ghost chose his own daughter.
It helped her daughter open all the ice coffins, and as a price, a relative died.
No matter how big or small you ask a ghost to do something, the price is the same.
But after looking around, no one among the relatives nearby died.
But then, Zhao Kaiming realized something, let out a sad laugh, and then took his last breath with all the misery.
Before he died, his eyes were still staring at the place behind where his daughter was pointing.
Compared with the previous desperate suicide, there is also the last hope to die after a failed suicide.
This result is the most terrible.
Because Zhao Kaiming knew that the tragedy that happened to him would happen again to his daughter.
Why Xiaoya...
In the remaining consciousness, Zhao Kaiming's last thought before his death lingered.