"Han Yu is dead!"
In the secret room, Mao Sandao was a little angry.
"Oh, really?" Doukui's tone was very calm, "If you die, you will die, why make such a fuss."
"Then do you know how he died?"
"tell me the story."
"He fell to death." Mao Sandao emphasized, "He wanted to kill me!"
Doukui said slowly, "Since I want to kill you, then death is not a pity. Do you still feel regret in your heart?"
"That's not the point. Don't you want to explain it?" Mao Sandao asked.
"Listening to your tone, I can feel your hostility towards me. What, you doubt that I killed him? You just said clearly that he wanted to kill you, so he fell to death."
"Yes, but I suspect that you ingested his soul and caused him to have some kind of hallucination, which is why he attacked me. So, this is indirect!"
"I said that ingesting one soul and three souls will have no effect on people, but you are throwing dirty water on my head!"
"Really?" Mao Sandao asked, "Every time after the souls of the guests are ingested, I find that their behavior is very abnormal. How can I say it has no impact?! And Han Yu's death has strengthened my idea!"
"This..." Mao Sandao seemed to hit the point, and Doukui fell silent.
"Did I tell you right?" Mao Sandao said loudly, "You deceived me, and it was also murdering a human life!"
"Don't forget, everyone who comes here is driven by their own desires. If they didn't have desires, they wouldn't come here. Therefore, all consequences are their own fault!"
Mao Sandao was startled. Doukui's words had obviously proved that there was something wrong with people after their souls were ingested.
There are big problems!
If everyone was like Han Yu, wouldn't this bookstore be a slaughterhouse?
And Doukui is the butcher!
"What about Lu Feihe?" Mao Sandao asked back, "Lu Feihe exchanged souls because he loved his wife and to save his wife. What kind of desire is that?"
"If he can abandon love, there will be no exchange of souls. Once there is love, he will be bound. Correspondingly, he also hopes that the other person will be safe and sound. This is called desire." Doukui paused for a moment and continued,
"Desire comes from the concerns and thoughts in the heart, and the realization of desire requires the exchange of goods of equal value. Everyone just gets what they need."
"You are using strong words!" Mao Sandao retorted, "According to what you say, everyone will have desires!"
"Of course, that includes you. Your desire is for your friends and family. You want them to be safe. However, desires vary in size and intensity. Those who come to the bookstore are those whose desires have reached an uncontrollable level."
Mao Sandao was silent.
"Also, don't forget, I am just the leader when it comes to absorbing souls, and you are the executor," Doukui said.
"You are shirking responsibility! What does this have to do with me? I was forced, and you used my friends and grandfather as threats! You are the mastermind behind the scenes!" Mao Sandao glared.
"The mastermind and the accomplice are equally guilty. Alternatively, you can completely ignore your friend's life and death and choose to give up being the owner of the bookstore. I won't force you!"
"..." Mao San said.
Oh shit!
So dark!
In addition to threats, they are threats!
Mao Sandao felt that the reason Doukui dared to say this was because he had grasped his fatal point.
It's like a tiger whose lifeline and weakness have been pinched. In addition to being honest, it just becomes good...
"You have another choice." Doukui added.
"What?" Mao Sandao asked.
"Choose to die!"
"..." Mao San said.
I thought God opened a window for me, but I didn't expect that the window opened on the edge of the cliff.
Once he makes a mistake, he becomes an underground worker...
Mao Sandao collapsed on the sofa with a disgraced look.
If he really dies, will Doukui stop absorbing souls?
No, just like continuing Uncle Ji's "mission", if one master dies, another person will be forced to take up his post.
Continuously, endlessly, never ending.
This is an inevitable situation that is endless and cannot be stopped.
Neither road can be taken.
The third road Doukui opened for himself was a road of guilt that made him extremely confused, so dark that he couldn't see anything, and had no end.
Mao Sandao subconsciously felt that Doukui was right, he was an implementer.
Just like the ancient execution ground, Doukui is just a supervisory official sitting on a high platform, and he is the executioner with a broadsword.
Click!
With one blow, the prisoner's head was separated.
But I don’t know whether this prisoner was unjustly convicted or misjudged.
The regrettable thing is that he does not have the courage of the executioner to calm all the innocent souls.
Mao Sandao silently lit a cigarette and took a few puffs.
Looking at the green smoke curling up in his hand, he felt confused.
Is that all?
Are you just going to continue to "do evil" on behalf of Doukui?
But, if you don’t do this, what can you do?
Abandon everyone and escape from here?
Also, where is grandpa’s revenge?
no!
I can not do it!
Otherwise, so be it...
When things develop out of control, adults' solution to the problem can often be summed up in two words:
never mind!
Commonly known as,
Broken jar, broken jar.
Mao Sandao blew out a smoke ring and said coldly: "Han Yu is dead, and he still has his parents at home. No matter what, I have to give them a sum of money."
"It's like meeting a female dog and a puppy on the street. You kill the puppy and then buy the female dog a ham just to relieve your inner guilt.
However, I can satisfy your request, but I don’t think your kindness is worth anything. "
Mao Sandao could hear the disdain in Doukui's tone.
"You are the devil of hell, terrible and disgusting!"
"Corrupt human hearts need demonic purification."
"I don't think you are very noble. Why do you absorb souls?" Mao Sandao asked, throwing away his finished cigarette.
"You don't need to know this, you just need to know that I have satisfied all the guests' requirements and their desires have been achieved!"
"Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"Humph, I never know what retribution is." Doukui sneered and then asked, "Did you go check on the guests?"
Mao Sandao realized something was wrong. From Doukui's tone, he seemed to be very concerned about his investigation of the guests.
Even if Han Yu only met him by chance when he was renting a house.
"I'm not bored enough to investigate the guest's affairs. I rented a house nearby and happened to see him, and then he wanted to kill me." Mao Sandao was worried that he had not made it clear, so he raised his voice and added, "It's just It’s a coincidence, not intentional!”
"Haha, since we have already talked about this today, I am not afraid to tell you more. The behavior and habits of all people who have been ingested are similar to Han Yu.
It's just that Han Yu's death was an accident. If you don't believe it, you can go investigate. "
"You are a murderer!" Mao Sandao's expression was cold.
Doukui said: "You too."
Mao Sandao was speechless.
"Have you thought about it? Continue to be the owner of the bookstore?" Doukui asked.
Mao Sandao spread his hands and asked, "Do you think I have any other choices?"
"certainly……"
"What?"
"No."
"Fuck! Can you stop gasping when you talk?"
Mao Sandao couldn't help but raise his middle finger in his heart!
cheap!
The horse has hit a wall!
nausea!
Damn it!
Pooh!
"If you don't want to hear it, get out of here. Just like you, I don't want to hear your voice either!"
Mao Sandao had a serious look on his face and walked slowly towards the passage, restless and shouting in his heart.
God has eyes and gods have light, so they will never treat good people badly, let alone tolerate evil spirits.
Old thief Doukui, you bastard, you will definitely get retribution!
Will!
I said so!
"I suspect you are cursing me." Doukui's voice suddenly sounded behind Mao Sandao.
Mao Sandao didn't bother to look back, and gritted his teeth as he walked: "I'm scolding myself for not living up to expectations. A good person has to be led by a dog..."
"Why does this sound so uncomfortable?"
"Just to make you uncomfortable!" Mao Sandao opened his lips lightly and muttered in a very low voice.
