Chapter 128 Night Candle Rules 6 "Why does nobody want me?"...
In the no-longer-silent, eerie night, the First Hospital was engulfed in flames, just like the fire that hadn't yet broken out at the stadium shelter on the night I first arrived in this world.
Nanmen Jue watched quietly, making sure no one was left alive, then turned and left decisively.
She stopped when she heard no footsteps following behind her and turned her head slightly.
Mo Gui bumped into her two hours ago. Perhaps he didn't expect that so many strange servants would appear outside in just a few days. He was chased and killed in a very sorry state. He was lucky to be alive. He tumbled and crawled to Nanmen Jue's feet, where she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.
"Brother Jue! Don't go to that prison refuge, someone there has gathered a huge amount of weaponry to get you..."
Mo Gui was arrested, and before he could even see who it was, he started yelling and blurting out everything he knew. Then he realized that the current Nanmen Jue was completely different from the previous Nanmen Jue, and he suddenly stopped talking.
Nanmen Jue was silent for a moment, then said, "I have no intention of going to prison."
"Oh, you're not planning to go to prison..." Mo Gui subconsciously interjected, "What? That old man swore you would definitely go!"
"Just because he says I have to go, does that mean I have to go? He'd love for me to die, would I really let him die?" Nanmen Jue said calmly.
Mo Gui was stunned for a moment, then a silly smile appeared on his dirty face. "As expected of Brother Jue, you guessed it long ago, didn't you?"
"Of the remaining shelters, only the prison is the easiest to defend and the hardest to attack. If I were Zhang Jin, I would also choose that as the main battlefield." Nanmen Jue showed a slightly surprised expression. "Did he think I would go there directly?"
Mo Gui exclaimed, "Ah, that sounds right."
Nanmen Jue chuckled. "Either he's brainless, or he thinks he's the only one in the world with a brain."
Although she was smiling, her tone was chilling. Mo Gui looked at her, and the chasm between them that he had just felt bridged opened up again.
"Brother Jue, are the people you killed real?" he suddenly asked.
Nanmen Jue looked at him and answered affirmatively, "Yes."
Mo Gui's lips trembled slightly. "Then why didn't you kill the reincarnators as well?"
"I don't need to tell you." Nanmen Jue's eyes and voice were cold and hard. "Mo Gui, we are not friends, not relatives, not in any way. What I do is none of your business, and you have no right to question me."
Mo Gui was shocked to hear her say such a thing. He was like a withered plant, his expression turning to disbelief and dejection. The young man silently followed Nanmen Jue for a few steps, then suddenly strode up to Nanmen Jue.
He spread his arms wide, his gaze intense, ignoring the approaching demons from all sides, and stared at Nanmen Jue, saying, "Kill me first."
Nanmen Jue frowned, looking at him with an expression as if he were mentally challenged, but made no move.
"If you just want to kill, I'm a human being too. Kill me first, then go kill the others!" The boy's emotions were not calm, his voice trembled with a hint of tears, and his expression was resolute as if he were facing death. "If you really are a serial killer, I accept it, and so does Old Wei. He risked his life to send me out so I could save you. I have no face to continue living. Anyway, you gave me this life. I can't stop you, so take it back! Take it back!"
In the end, he was almost screaming.
Nanmen Jue stared at him silently, then suddenly raised the gun in his hand, causing Mo Gui's pupils to shrink.
Nanmen Jue fired his gun, but Mo Gui didn't move. The bullet whizzed past his ear and struck one of the ghostly servants behind him.
Mo Gui's body went limp, but she didn't move. Nanmen Jue didn't move either. She fired her gun repeatedly, her expression calm but her eyes fierce, as if she was venting something. She quickly emptied her ammunition and then took out her bone knife, which flew out and cut off a large number of the heads of the ghost servants.
Enemies of this caliber couldn't harm her at all. She ignored Mo Gui without saying a word and continued walking along the cleared path. A moment later, Mo Gui staggered after her.
The two arrived at the First Hospital shelter and saw Nanmen Jue take out the rocket cannon again. He knew what she was going to do, of course. He gave a sad laugh, suddenly drew his knife, and was about to rush into the hospital.
Nanmen Jue was startled and finally spoke, "What are you doing!"
"They're all going to die anyway, so what difference does it make who kills them?" Mo Gui said with a smile. "Brother Jue, let me help you."
"Nonsense!" Nanmen Jue was provoked and angered. "What are you doing here? Get back here!"
"Why should I come back? No way!" Mo Gui said. "I've never killed a living human being before. Let me experience it."
At this moment, someone noticed the two people outside, and screams rang out in the hospital. The situation became chaotic, and some people tried to escape. Mo Gui, like a wild dog pouncing on its prey in the dark, rushed over with his knife in hand.
The man being targeted screamed in terror, his voice piercing the night, filled with despair and shrillness. Mo Gui was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him. Just as the knife in the man's hand was about to plunge into his body, a powerful blow struck Mo Gui in the waist, sending him flying!
Nanmen Jue remembered that he had held back his strength, but the difference in their strength was too great. Mo Gui rolled several times on the ground, and the knife in his hand rolled away. He lay on the ground, clutching his injured waist, and let out a heart-wrenching laugh.
"Why won't you let me kill? Huh? Brother Jue? Do you have some kind of domineering CEO complex about murderers, where the people you want to kill can only die by your hand?"
The answer he received was, to the reincarnated one, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing a hole, which was exceptionally clear to him.
He trembled slightly, then slowly raised his red eyes and saw that Nanmen Jue had indeed killed the man.
The white bone knife remained unstained by blood. Nanmen Jue stood beside the dead man, looking at him expressionlessly.
Mo Gui should have been terrified, should have been afraid, but the anger that had been building up in his chest since the last world swelled rapidly, and finally swelled to an uncontrollable degree in this one look. He jumped up, rushed towards Nanmen Jue with his bare hands, and punched her in the face!
There was no way Nanmen Jue could be beaten by him. She dodged nimbly without retaliating, while the boy punched her with all his might.
"Kill me! Why didn't you kill me, or the other reincarnators? If it's all true, what's the difference between our lives and theirs? What makes you, Nanmen Jue, any different!" Mo Gui roared with all his might. "If you were going to kill, why bother pretending to be a good person in the first place? Is it fun to shatter people's hopes? Is it fun to be feared and hated? Answer me, Nanmen Jue, why did you save me in the first place!"
He stopped abruptly, extremely close, and in the firelight, the boy's face was streaked with tears.
"Why... I had already decided to die. Anyway, I'm not good enough for anyone. Even my family wants me dead. I was just going to die peacefully, but you had to come and save me. Saving me once wasn't enough, you kept saving me... I just want to be of some use to you, is that not allowed?"
He seemed to have suffered a great injustice, grabbing Nanmen Jue's collar and wailing loudly.
"Why doesn't anyone want me? Why are people so different from what I thought they were?"
If he were to open his eyes and look at Nanmen Jue at this moment, he would find that her calm and cold expression had cracked. Her face was pale, and her eyes looked at Mo Gui with disbelief, shock, and guilt.
She slowly raised her hand, as if wanting to wipe away Mo Gui's tears, but then more and more people ran out, and Nanmen Jue's hand, which was about to stroke Mo Gui's face, suddenly changed direction and forcefully pulled his hand away.
She began her massacre.
Mo Gui didn't step forward this time. He just stood there blankly, watching the one-sided massacre. The screams and cries assaulted his brain. The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and his hands at his sides trembled spasmodically.
“Nanmen Jue.” He repeated the name blankly and meaninglessly, “Nanmen Jue.”
Zhang Jin took away most of the weapons from the other shelters, and the remaining people posed no threat to Nanmen Jue. The massacre proceeded smoothly, and soon, apart from the sound of burning flames, no human voices could be heard in the area.
Nanmen Jue turned and left. Mo Gui did not follow. She turned her head and saw that Mo Gui was still staring blankly at the fire, as if she had no idea that she was leaving.
There was no way he could leave him here alone. After a moment's hesitation, Nanmen Jue took out a roll of climbing rope and tied the padlock to Mo Gui's waist.
At first, there was some resistance when pulling, but Mo Gui soon started moving on his own.
He didn't resist, didn't run away, didn't say a word, and just followed Nanmen Jue.
The crow landed back on Nanmen Jue's shoulder, looked back at the soulless boy, and asked hesitantly, "Shouldn't you talk to him? He seems very loyal to you, so why don't you tell him the truth?"
“What he needs is not me, but a psychologist,” Nanmenjue said.
Suddenly, she thought of another teenager, even younger than Mo Gui, who had now become a notorious criminal.
The feng shui of this cycle of reincarnation is indeed biting, tearing people apart and leaving them devoid of humanity.
Mo Gui was driven mad. Was she normal? Were the others normal? Beneath the skin, all animals are beasts; some are completely unrestrained, while others are still struggling.
They are essentially the same.
Mo Gui's cries and questions echoed in Nanmen Jue's heart. She touched the white bone knife in her hand and whispered, "When this world ends, I will send him away."
The crow was startled. "Points can't be transferred, how can you send them?"
"Let him destroy the anchor of this world."
A simple, unassuming sentence left the crow speechless.
"But didn't you say..."
Previously, Nanmen Jue guessed that Zhang Jin was also using the method of destroying anchor points to rapidly increase his strength, and she realized that this world would become a war between her and Zhang Jin for anchor points.
Both were determined to kill the other. Zhang Jin could not allow Nanmen Jue to increase his strength, and Nanmen Jue could not see Zhang Jin adding to his already impressive abilities.
For Nanmenjue, the world's resources are of paramount importance.
“It’s alright,” Nanmen Jue said. “No one gained anything; we’re just back to where we started, so no one lost anything.”
"But I got something good." She pulled out two mobile phone-like objects. "These are props. When I found them, they were trying to ask Zhang Jin for help. These must have been given to them by Zhang Jin. It's a pity. Jackals only know how to eat blood and flesh. Without a fleshy shell, how can jackals care about us?"
Inside the prison shelter, Dong Zhizhuan stared at the vibrating mobile phone on the table, his forehead covered in cold sweat. Zhang Jin sat expressionlessly to the side, and didn't even glance at it again until the vibration subsided.
“Things are getting interesting,” Zhang Jin murmured.
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