After speaking, Su Mo looked towards the camera again, and then he actually turned off the beauty filter.
Next, looking at the camera, he said: "Everyone, time is limited, so I'll start now. The livestream will be banned very soon."
He picked up a syringe filled with deadly cyanide poison, then turned to look at Fan Hong.
"Tell me, should I inject this into your brain or your stomach?
Let me think... forget it, your brain is too dirty, your stomach is also dirty, your whole body is dirty. So..."
As he spoke, he directly inserted the needle into Fan Hong's neck, then quickly injected the poison.
In less than a second, Fan Hong's body convulsed violently, blood flowed from her eyes and mouth, her nose bled, and if her ears had bled too, it would have been a true seven orifices bleeding situation.
Then her expression became twisted, as if experiencing great pain. Within half a minute, Fan Hong had died, the state of her death extremely horrifying.
Turning his head, Su Mo made a hugging gesture, slightly raising both arms, and saying:
"Everyone, this performance is over. See you next time!"
Having said that, he took the initiative to close the livestream. He had been using a voice changer throughout, so it didn't matter, he believed that the livestream had definitely been recorded in many places.
Without caring for Fan Hong's body, he tidied up the scene, changed his clothes, and went out, closing the door.
He retraced his steps back to the parking lot of the club. But instead of leaving directly, he went to wash his feet - he did things that way, pursuing perfection.
If the police checked and found a car had come to the club without receiving any services, there was an extremely small chance of suspicion, so he couldn't take risks.
It wasn't until after 11 pm that Su Mo drove away. Of course, as usual, he disposed of the murder weapons before returning to the archives.
Near Ping An's house, Wei Dongqing and the others waited until midnight, but no one had come.
"Could it be that we were too efficient? Leave a few people here, the rest withdraw. We'll keep watch again tomorrow," Wei Dongqing ordered.
Just then, Li Yang came rushing over.
"Team Wei, take a look at this!"
Wei Dongqing was stunned when he saw the phone. After watching, he regretfully said, "We made a mistake. I should have thought of this - in the eyes of the Executioner there is no law, he only carries out sentences according to his own rules."
With a sigh, he said, "Bring Ping An and let's go. We missed our chance this time, we can only wait for the next opportunity."
Soon, the police left the area, taking Ping An with them.
Although they hadn't caught the Executioner, at least an old case had been solved, so overtime tonight was unavoidable.
In the interrogation room, Wu Xin asked, "Why did you kill Liu Qingsha?"
"I loved her, so I couldn't let her debase herself. I could only kill her. Anyway, she wouldn't have lived much longer," Ping An calmly replied.
"How did you kill her, where's the body?" Wu Xin continued.
Ping An gave a bitter laugh. "She willingly let me kill her. That day, we went to the hills behind together. She said she wanted to be buried in a place of birdsong and fragrant flowers.
She also told me not to turn myself in. I promised, so I never confessed, just waiting for you to come catch me. I didn't expect it to be five years.
Her body is buried in the wild chrysanthemum patch on the hill. Police officers, could you... not disturb her rest any more, okay?"
Wu Xin didn't reply. She turned and left the interrogation room, having no more questions.
Ping An's crime certainly wouldn't warrant the death penalty, perhaps 10-odd years in prison. With good behavior he could be out in a few years. Also, Ping An needed to serve time to comfort his own heart, so he could live out the rest of his life in peace.
"My name is Liu Qingsha. I'm the seventh child in my family. We were poor, believers in Buddhism as I am too.
From a young age I knew people should be kind, gently treating everyone, so the world would be better.
I can't stand to see life harmed. As a child, when playmates bullied small creatures I was very distressed. I would stop them, and sometimes be bullied myself.
But no matter, as long as the animals were alright.
At school my classmates were too naughty and didn't understand much. They often discriminated against and bullied others. I felt helpless but had to do something.
So I always did my bit to make everyone get along harmoniously.
In third grade a classmate called Ping An was very dark-skinned, short, and not good-looking. His clothes were tattered too.
The rest of the class wouldn't play with him. I saw him hiding alone in the classroom whenever class ended, watching everyone else play.
I knew he was very sad. So I decided to be his friend.
I went over and said, Ping An, let's be friends, I like playing with you.
That day Ping An cried, he cried so sadly. I patted his shoulder to comfort him, saying don't worry, we're friends from now on.
From then on we were always together, though sometimes I played with other classmates too.
But Ping An wasn't annoyed. He had a good temper. He liked sitting on the desk watching me play with everyone. After school we went home together.
His family was very poor, their house more tattered than mine. No wonder his clothes were so shabby.
Gradually we grew up. His grades were great, he studied very hard, and so did I. We even agreed to go to Xikang University together.
Finally we were both admitted, fulfilling our pact. I'd thought when we started college we would keep having fun together.
But for some reason he suddenly ignored me, not looking for me or talking to me.
Later I realized why. He was afraid of hindering me from finding a boyfriend. On our first day a boy had asked me for my WeChat - Ping An started ignoring me after that.
Actually I didn't mind, but I knew Ping An liked me. I wasn't stupid, I'd noticed long ago.
But he lacked confidence, feeling he wasn't good enough for me, so kept his distance. I persuaded him to no avail. Men, so hard to understand!
So in the end I let it go. Time would prove everything after all.
The good times didn't last. In my second year I contracted AIDS. I knew it was Fan Hong's doing. Did I hate her?
Yes, but the hatred soon faded. Buddha said, cause and effect is cyclic, all according to conditions and laws.
Perhaps this was my fate!
I knew my life wouldn't last much longer. I understood my body best. So before dying I wanted to do something meaningful.
One day I saw a beggar looking at me full of yearning. I suddenly realized these poor people might never experience love, family, a woman's warmth in their whole life.
So I wanted to give them some beautiful memories. That day I slept with that beggar.
From then on I looked for more bottom-rung people, mostly beggars or disabled people who would never have families, I knew.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
