Heresy Authority, Tribunal.

There was no one around the snow-white marble execution platform.

In the center of the execution platform was Cen Mingming, who was restrained by handcuffs and shackles. He sat quietly on the chair of the round platform, raised his head and looked at Lu Yizhan in front of him, who had changed into the uniform of the first team. He was in the mood to mock Lu Yizhan: "How long have you been wearing this?"

"The Prophet has returned. This is such an important event. Won't the Heretic Administration give you a new one?"

Lu Yizhan put on his gloves silently. He took the gun from the execution platform, pointed it at Cen Mingming, and took a deep breath: "At 6:17 pm, heretic 0009 will be tried for wounding."

"The name of the heretic judge is unknown to the hunter Cen."

"Judge, Lu Yizhan, was reinstated as the captain of a team three hours ago."

"Heretic Cen Mingming, please answer me——" Lu Yizhan looked directly into Cen Mingming's eyes. His gaze had never been so cold and sharp before. "Did you hurt or kill any innocent people in the game?"

"Did you intend to use the heretic Daniel for evil while you were taking him into custody?"

"Did you play the role of a accomplice in this murder, allowing Xiao Chou to harm Mu Ke and Mu Shicheng, who had done nothing wrong?"

"Have you ever been able to prevent a tragedy from happening at certain times, but because of your own obsession, you have to declare innocent people as criminals, in order to vent your resentment and anger for not being able to save others in so many world lines?"

"Have you been so overwhelmed by hatred during your reincarnation that your goal is no longer salvation but revenge? You can no longer rationally see the difference between the humans and heretics around you and distinguish between them—"

"——Heretic 0009, have all the people you see become the targets of your future execution?"

Cen Mingming did not avoid Kailu Yizhan's gaze. He answered, "Yes."

"So you should have killed me a long time ago, Lu Yizhan."

"Don't provoke me." Lu Yizhan's tone was flat, "I won't kill you because of my emotions. I will only judge you for the wrong things you have done."

"Two dead victims, Mu Ke and Mu Shicheng."

"Two seriously injured victims, Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi."

"I want to know what you did in this game, why they died, why they were seriously injured, and what role you played in it?"

"You've missed one person." Cen Mingming raised his head and said calmly, "Bai Liu."

Lu Yizhan's pupils shrank.

He had a premonition...that he would actually fire the gun today.

Cen continued speaking incoherently: "I initially accepted Daniel into the guild in order to shatter Bai Liu's soul in this world line. Your leaving the guild made me realize that you could no longer stand on my side. I had to kill Bai Liu by myself, but the rules of the game required me not to directly interfere with Bai Liu's life, so I chose a compromise and thorough solution to the problem -"

"That is to let Daniel join the guild."

"But Daniel would never shoot Bai Liu." Lu Yizhan retorted calmly, "Your plan is full of loopholes."

"Yes." Cen Mingming looked at Lu Yizhan calmly, "So I told him that as long as your power is strong enough and your value is high enough, your godfather will be able to see you, and he will definitely choose to come to you."

"——And the best way to prove your strength is to defeat your godfather."

"As long as you defeat your godfather in the competition and clear out the people around him, he will definitely come looking for you."

"I am tempting Daniel to kill someone. I know that as long as I touch the people around Bai Liu, Bai Liu will definitely attack Daniel in real life. As long as there is any innocent person around Daniel who is killed by Bai Liu when Bai Liu attacks Daniel, you will definitely not let him go."

"And if Daniel's family takes action against him, it will definitely implicate others. As long as Bai Liu takes action, there will be no turning back for him."

“That was my plan from the beginning.”

"From the current situation," Cen Mingming even smiled sarcastically, "the plan is being implemented well."

Lu Yizhan was silent for a moment: "What did you do in the game?"

Cen Mingming raised his head and looked at Lu Yizhan with a grim expression: "I locked Bai Liu in the Sinner Well and stood by while Xiao Chou was shooting and killing people, buying time and intimidating him so that his skill Soul Shattering Gun could continue to be on cooldown."

"——Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda were seriously injured and their lives are unknown. Mu Ke and Mu Sicheng died."

"These..." Lu Yizhan took two deep breaths, and his voice trembled slightly when he spoke, "Is this your original intention, or is it the result you caused unintentionally?"

Cen Mingming was silent for a long time this time. He looked at Lu Yizhan with his yellow eyes and said calmly:

"That was my original intention, and that is what I ended up with. I got what I wanted."

"I fully meet your criteria for judgment. Execute me, Lu Yizhan."

Lu Yizhan held the gun. He looked at Cen Mingming quietly for a long time until his eyes turned red. Then he gritted his teeth and took off the safety of the gun: "Heretic 0009, the trial is over."

"The verdict is: guilty."

Cen Mingming closed his eyes.

in the game.

After slaughtering all the monsters and about to pass the level, Bai Liu looked at Daniel who was so happy that he was about to jump up, and said with a smile: "Daniel, are you willing to make a deal with me?"

"Of course I am willing!" Daniel turned around excitedly, "Godfather, what deal do you want to make with me?"

"I'm telling you, tonight, I can kill Phoebe and take the entire family. If you want, I'm willing to give the entire family to..."

"Oh, no, no!" Daniel quickly refuted himself. He looked at Bai Liu with sparkling eyes. "It's a transaction, right? I know the Godfather's rules. We must use paper money for transactions! We can't give it as a gift!"

"Then Godfather, just give me one dollar!"

"For just one dollar, I will sell the entire Sinchmani family to you!" Daniel made a number.

"No, I don't want your family." Bai Liu said calmly, "I want your soul."

Daniel was stunned, and soon he jumped up ecstatically: "Of course!"

"When will we trade?"

Bai Liu: “Right now.”

"Okay!" Daniel knelt on the ground devoutly, looking up with cautious expectation in his eyes, just like a child who is expecting his father to touch his forehead and praise him for his usefulness. "I am fully willing to dedicate my soul to the Godfather."

"One point?" Bai Liu looked at him and asked calmly, "Is that okay?"

"Of course!" Daniel took the points coin that Bai Liu gave him with great care, put it away, and then looked up with a smile as bright as the sun, "This is the best coming-of-age gift I have ever received."

"Really?" Bai Liu lowered her eyelids, her eyes obscured by her long eyelashes, so she couldn't see clearly, "I want to play another game with you."

[System prompt: Player Bai Liu uses player Daniel's system panel to use the opponent's personal skill - (Soul Crushing Gun)]

Bai Liu pulled out his sniper rifle and pointed the muzzle, which was gradually emitting green light, at the stunned Daniel. There was no emotion in Bai Liu's eyes: "This game is--"

"—I will fire a shot into the air, and your bullet will fall back to the ground based on your judgment, and this shot may kill you."

Daniel was confused and puzzled: "Godfather?"

But he quickly accepted that Bai Liu would shoot him to death. He just shrugged his shoulders with a little regret and closed his eyes: "If the Godfather thinks that killing me is a fun game."

"Then the Godfather will kill me."

"I am just the Godfather's property. He has the right to dispose of me as he pleases. I won't be like those idiots who don't know their place."

Bai Liu turned the muzzle of the gun back again, and the sniper rifle turned into a shrunken toy pistol as he turned it. He put the gun back into Daniel's hand.

The muzzle of the gun condensed into a bullet point and pointed at Bai Liu. Bai Liu looked at Daniel, whose expression suddenly turned terrified, lowered his eyes and said softly: "--It may also kill me."

"You fire this one, guess what this one is—"

"Will it kill you, or will it kill me?"

"Bang--!"

"Bang--!"

The gunshots in the courtroom and in the game rang out almost at the same time, and then stopped at the same time.

Bai Liudeng exited the game, Lu Yizhan took off his bloodstained gloves, they both stopped for a moment, and then continued to move forward.

The white pigeons startled by the gunshots at the edge of the courtroom flew into the sky, and the flowers of the Sinchimani family that were knocked down by the guests at the corner of the stairs fell to the ground. Everything was intertwined in a chaotic mess. The broken red of the flowers and the scattered white of the pigeons merged into the color of blood at the last moment of the gunshots.

Behind Bai Liu came the terrified screams of the guests:

"Daniel shot himself!"

Cen Mingming, who was sitting on a chair behind Lu Yizhan, slowly fell down. Lu Yizhan covered his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing, recalling the last words that Cen Mingming said to him:

【Senior brother.】

[I only accompanied you to this last world line. 】

[I broke my promise.]

The burial should be carried out on the sixth day after the semi-finals.

Mu Ke's funeral was organized by his housekeeper. It was extremely luxurious, but for some reason, it was also held extremely quickly. Mu Ke's parents did not show up from beginning to end. The housekeeper kept asking Bai Liu about some matters related to Mu Ke's life, such as what Mu Ke liked to eat, what he liked to wear, where he liked to go, and what he did before he died.

Bai Liu asked why.

The housekeeper wiped away tears and said with some sadness: "Mr. Mu's father had already made preparations for Mr. Mu's death. When Mr. Mu was a teenager, his father had prepared this set of burial equipment and procedures, but he never used it. Now Mr. Mu really...used it immediately."

"As for what Young Master Mu likes and dislikes, I don't know who to ask except you. Young Master Mu has never been close to his parents, and his parents don't know what he likes and dislikes. You are one of the few people he has had a close relationship with, so I can only ask you."

Mu Sicheng's funeral was basically handled by Bai Liu, but it was only when it was almost over that Mu Sicheng's parents showed up in a hurry.

Mu Sicheng's parents met with Bai Liu twice, had two meals with him, thanked him, and said they wanted to settle the funeral expenses with him and give him a red envelope. Bai Liu refused, but it seemed that the two parents treated Bai Liu, who organized two funerals at the same time, as an employee of some funeral company. They insisted on giving Bai Liu a red envelope and said that he must organize their son's funeral well.

But he still had no intention of taking over the funeral arrangements for Mu Sicheng.

Bai Liu realized something, he politely accepted the money and said that if it was nothing serious, the two of them could go back and come back after the funeral.

Mu Sicheng's parents heaved a sigh of relief. Their faces, which had just cried and were still wet with tears, showed an obvious expression of relief, as if they had dropped a heavy burden. "We are very busy with work and really can't help him with it. We have enough money here, and the budget is within 200,000 yuan. You decide, take care of it, and make sure to give my son a good funeral."

Bai Liu agreed and watched the parents leave quietly.

He could feel that Mu Sicheng's parents were sad about his death, but their sadness was so shallow that Bai Liu doubted himself - was it normal for them to be sad like that, but it was abnormal for me to be sad like this? Only a mental patient or a monster would be so sad about his friend's death that he couldn't find peace even after seeking revenge?

Maybe he really had always been a monster.

The monster only then realized that the tears between people could be so shallow.

Mu Ke's parents also came to see him once. The couple, who were dressed very exquisitely and elegantly, sat opposite Bai Liu with dignity and dignity. They restrained their tears and expressed their sadness implicitly. They thanked him for taking care of Mu Ke. Bai Liu, who was distracted, no longer remembers what they said specifically.

Bai Liu only remembered looking at the boy who was not much younger than Mu Ke and was sitting next to them. The boy had a dull look in his eyes and looked somewhat similar to Mu Ke, but unlike Mu Ke, he did not always smile very lightly and gently when looking at him. Instead, he looked at him with some fear.

Or maybe it was the way he looked at him at that moment that made people scared.

"Mr. Bai Liu?" Mu Ke's father soon noticed Bai Liu's sight. He stood in front of his illegitimate son with a tingling scalp and said weakly, "Excuse me, can you please look at Mu Ke's brother? What's the matter?"

"He's Mu Ke's younger brother?" Bai Liu took a sip of water and said calmly, as if chatting casually, "Why have I never heard Mu Ke mention him?"

Mu Ke's parents paused awkwardly, then Mu Ke's father cleared his throat and said, "We don't have anyone suitable to give a speech, so let Mu Ke's brother go up and give a eulogy for Mu Ke."

"Many people from our area will be here by then, and I'll take this opportunity to introduce Mu Ke's younger brother to everyone. There hasn't been a suitable opportunity before..."

Oh, so that's why I came to see him.

Bai Liu suddenly realized.

It turned out that he wanted to use Mu Ke's funeral as a stepping stone to announce to everyone the new heir of the Mu family, to publicly announce that Mu Ke, the eldest son with heart disease who had been a burden to them for 25 years, was dead, and that the one standing in front of them now was a brand new, healthy heir of the Mu family who would not be unstable and would not die young. At the same time, he hoped that he, who was apparently Mu Ke's friend, would be more sensible and not cause any trouble.

Bai Liu put down the cup and looked up at the younger brother: "If you let him show up at Mu Ke's funeral."

"I can turn Mu Ke's funeral into his funeral."

Bai Liu said casually to Mu Ke's parents in shock: "I already have two funerals to handle."

"——I don't mind having one more." Bai Liu said gently with a smile.

So the part where Mu Ke's brother gave a speech was cancelled.

On the day of the funeral, early in the morning, in the hospital inside the Heretic Administration.

Bai Liu stood in the corridor and looked at Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi who were lying on the beds in the ward. They were both wearing ventilators, in transparent critical care wards on both sides of the corridor. They were surrounded by a large number of testing instruments, and their bodies were covered with various wires and magnetic disks. Their blood pressure and heartbeat were sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. They had ventilators on their faces, their brows were wrinkled, and they exhaled mist onto the ventilators with uneven breathing, and looked very weak.

With Su Yang's help, Bai Liu transferred Liu Jiayi to the hospital inside the Heretic Management Bureau, which is why Hong Tao could not find out.

"He's been in a coma for almost a week." Su Yang and Bai Liu stood together in the corridor, and he looked at him worriedly, "Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

"Did you get attacked by some heretic and be injured so badly?"

——Bai Liu told Su Yang that Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi were both attacked by heretics, and Su Yang had no doubt that these two people were indeed tested with very high levels of contamination.

After visiting Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi, Bai Liu was about to leave for the funeral. Su Yang also helped choose the cemetery for Mu Sicheng and Mu Ke. He said:

"The Heretic Administration often suffers casualties, so it has good relationships with many cemetery developers." Su Yang smiled helplessly, "I didn't expect that I could use this relationship for you."

"I thought only people from the Heretic Administration would need to frequently contact cemetery manufacturers."

When Bai Liu left the hospital, the sky was overcast. He wore a black suit with only a white paper flower pinned to his chest. Because the funeral was held outdoors, in order to prevent the rain from wetting the paper flower, Bai Liu brought a black long-handled umbrella to the cemetery.

He had the foresight to bring an umbrella, for it did rain halfway through the funeral.

The people attending the funeral began to chatter and make a lot of noise. The first to complain were Mu Sicheng's parents. Their complaints were very soft, but Bai Liu still heard them.

"…Why isn't it over yet?"

"Has the funeral bill come in yet? How much did it cost?"

“That’s not a small amount…”

"Don't say anything. This is just the first time. You don't have to give Mu Si living expenses anymore. This is equivalent to giving him the money in advance."

"Fortunately, when we discovered that Mu Si was stealing things, we had already started considering test tubes..."

"Well, that's it. We don't owe him anything. Don't come to our family next time. We are not destined to be together."

Bai Liu stood in the rain holding a long-handled umbrella, water droplets hanging on her long eyelashes, which she slowly raised.

The next people to start the discussion were Mu Ke's parents. They looked sad and were crying, but their words were filled with a strange sense of relief:

"...Ke'er has been a good kid for so many years."

"But it's better for him to leave. He won't have to suffer anymore."

"We don't have to suffer anymore."

"It's good for everyone."

Bai Liu raised his curtains. His tone was calm, and through the rain curtain, there was an elusive haziness and chill:

"At this funeral, there doesn't need to be a third person besides the deceased to feel relieved about their death."

"If so, please leave."

The funeral was a mess. Bai Liu, the deceased's friend with an unpredictable background and a moody personality, made everyone feel a little jealous of him. Mu Sicheng's parents were the first to leave with their heads down anxiously. Mu Ke's parents wanted to stay a little longer and hold the ceremony, but under Bai Liu's gaze, they also left with a tingling scalp.

In the middle of the two tombstones that had already been placed, only a white willow holding a long-handled umbrella was left.