I arranged the system

Chapter 132 Value

In the quiet forest, the leaves are trembling slightly, and they seem to be trembling at the tragedy that is happening.

"The same kind of son, the same kind of son..." Wang Hai muttered like a madman, his eyes were red, and he was patrolling the prey tied to the tree around him.

In his eyes, these people are just tools, medicine to save his son!Only not the same kind.

"Be quick and be nice."

He continued to mutter, and then fixed his eyes on the sickly young man just now.

Holding a sharp hand saw, he asked: "You are very smart, tell me, which three people should I choose?"

"I won't be your accomplice. If you want to kill me, just kill me. It just so happens that I can only live for another month." The sickly young man shook his head.

Wang Hai said fiercely: "If you don't say it, everyone will die!"

The crowd then persuaded: "Yes, tell him quickly, instead of everyone dying together, it is better to die only three people!"

It's just that the people who spoke did not include those who were similar to Wang Hai's son.

Because they know that they are likely to be one of the targets.

There was a trace of helplessness in the eyes of the sick and weak young man. He understood these people's will to survive. Many people always have the most tenacious will to survive if they are not sick to a certain extent. Even if they live one more day, they still want to live.

He knew very well that if he didn't say anything, Wang Hai would definitely choose many people by mistake, and the other party would have to kill at least 20 people in order to hit three targets with keys.

"Son, those three people are already mortal anyway, don't hesitate any longer, just tell them, they can't escape this doom." An old man said suddenly.

Wang Hai stared at him with some anxiety in his eyes.

If he simply wanted to save his son and leave, he wouldn't have to go to such trouble and just saw the tree open.

However, this is meaningless, because his son's terminal illness can only live for another six months, and it is a painful six months.

So he has to do his best to perform, show his own cruelty, his own cold blood, his own madness, maybe in this way he can satisfy that devil and save his son.

Even he was so grateful and grateful for what happened today.

No matter how cruel, at least he got a chance now.

Even in a peaceful world, there are millions of people lying in the hospital waiting to die, and the steady stream continues.Some of them are rich and powerful, but so what?Still helpless.

He wants to be an unprecedented father!
The sickly young man was silent for a while, and finally spoke with difficulty:

"I can only confirm two of the same kind as your son now..."

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At the same time, somewhere deep in the forest, the mysterious person who led the killing game was torn by five trees, unable to resist.

Its body is a locust tree, on the rough and mottled trunk, there is a ferocious young face with an unbelievable look on it.

"Hateful, how can you take away the power given to me by the Supremes?"

"Could it be that my performance was not exciting enough, so that the Supremes no longer favor me?"

The young face felt the rapid decline of power, and the trees that had obeyed his commands turned against each other.

At this time, his body was being entangled tightly by those five trees, unable to move.

In front of ordinary people, he is a god who can easily play killing games and a source of terror.

In front of the Supreme in his mouth, he is the most humble slave.

He claimed to be seeking a chance for humanity to glorify his behavior and joined a like-minded organization.

However, he didn't expect to be crushed by others so easily.

"Sure enough, I'm still too weak. I should have been cruel earlier. I should have abandoned my unnecessary conscience earlier. If I killed more people and performed more performances for the Supremes, this would not be the case now!"

Before he died, he was still regretting. What he regretted was not that he had embarked on an evil path, but that he had not gone further.

"Sure enough, I should kill you earlier, otherwise, he will definitely be in danger." Wukeshu said simple words at the same time.

Itsuki exerted force outward at the same time.

"what!"

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"what!"

Wang Hai was about to strike, incarnating the real version of the jigsaw in another time and space, but he was startled by the screams from the walkie-talkie.

The screams continued, and the pain was unbearable. The person who was going to let others stage a bloody scene to please his master tasted the blood first.

"It's the cry of the evil one, he's going to die!"

Someone suddenly said in surprise.

"That's right, from the sound of his screams, he will die in much more pain than ours." The sickly young man shook his head.

Wang Hai, who was about to strike, was stunned when he heard this.

The courage that was finally mustered was completely dissipated.

This is how people are. Under strong persecution, they can even dig pits and bury their relatives with tears in order to survive, but if the external force retreats, they will quickly collapse and degenerate into ordinary people.

"I'm sorry, son, I can't do it..." He knelt on the ground.

"Old man, don't cry, you will let us go!" Someone suddenly shouted.

The sickly young man's face changed when he heard the words, but he quickly closed his eyes weakly, shook his head, and said nothing more.

It is human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong, but these people have forgotten that honest people will be more terrifying when they are crazy, and they will become old cannibals...

"Yes, brother, your son is hopeless, we still want to live a few more days..."

A moment ago, the ugly appearance was revealed!
Wang Hai was crying, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

"My son is dying, he can't go on the road alone, there are ghosts now, I have to let someone accompany him!"

After he finished speaking, the hand saw cut it off!

"Ah, what are you doing? Stop!"

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"Why, why, only two notes?"

Wang Hai rummaged frantically. At this time, only three people were still alive in the venue.

One is him, one is his middle-aged son in his 30s, and the other is a sick young man.

"The last one must be on you, I'm sorry, Xizai, I know you're the only kind one, but you have to die too!"

"The old man didn't want to kill you at first, but who made you affect my son's life?"

With red eyes and red hands, Wang Hai approached the sick and weak young man.

The young man had no fear, just shook his head and said:
"The reason why you did this just now was not just for revenge, but to find a companion for your son on the road. It may have been at the beginning, but later on, you wanted to continue to please the Supreme in the mysterious population, right?"

"Unfortunately, although I don't care about this life anymore, I want to tell you that you will not succeed."

Wang Hai didn't believe it at all: "Why? I did it very quickly!"

"Because of the second item in the reminder, the last of your son's kind is himself... the note is not in my stomach, in fact, you are very clear about this, his kind, the two people you just took out the note , are all middle-aged people who are similar to his age, in their 30s, and are seriously ill. Although I am sick, I am still under 20, and the age difference is too great."

The sickly young man shook his head.

"I don't believe it, it's impossible!" Wang Hai shouted.

"But that's the truth, because this is the best way to please those demons." The sickly young man said seriously.

"Do you look smart?" Suddenly a fierce female voice rang out from a bloody tree, "Yes, the last note was indeed hidden in his son's stomach. He ate it."

"It's you, you demon, have you been watching?" The sickly young man's expression changed.

"Supreme Supreme, please, save my son." Wang Hai immediately begged on his knees.

"Hey, I just said that you are smart, but you still frame people, which really disappoints me." The fierce female voice was a little frustrated.

"Oh, it seems you are not..." the sickly young man sneered, "However, just from the fact that you watched the whole process and did not save anyone, I know that you are not a good person either."

"Uh, there is only one good person in this world. I don't have the good fortune to act as that," the vicious female voice said regretfully, "So you were testing me just now, it seems that saving you is worthwhile."

"Saving me is of no value to you," the sickly young man shook his head and said, "I could live for a month, but now that I'm struggling, I can live for a week at most."

"No, I couldn't do it in the past, but for me now, it's just a small matter of growing a few more grasses on your body." The fierce female voice seemed to be speaking patiently.

There was a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the sick and weak young man. His previous fearlessness and senselessness were all based on the fact that he was about to die. Now that he heard that he could really live, he suddenly didn't want to die.

Who would be willing to seek death if he hadn't come to a dead end?

(End of this chapter)