But the man insisted, and the boy had no choice but to turn around and expose his back to his father.

The man held the black scissors and stretched it towards the boy's head. There was both unbearability and sadness in his loving smile.

"Dad, why do you suddenly want to cut my hair? I haven't finished the job you told me yet." The young man asked innocently.

"Nothing, I just want to give you a haircut."

The sharp scissors approaching stopped, and the man smiled slightly, a bit bitterly. He twisted a bunch of hair and clumsily cut the boy's hair.

"Dad, when I pass the college entrance examination and get into a good university, I will make you famous in the village."

The boy remained motionless and quietly let his father cut his hair. His young voice was full of expectations for the future.

"Really! I thought you would kill me when I wasn't paying attention."

The young man was stunned for a moment, with a look of panic on his face. It was the fear and confusion after the conspiracy was discovered.

Suddenly, the young man's expression became extremely sinister, a hand-length awl fell from his sleeve, turned around and inserted it into the man's heart.

The man didn't resist at all, he just waited there for his son to kill him.

Looking at such a ruthless son, the man cried and laughed, feeling disappointed, happy, and relieved.

"Dad?"

Looking at his father like this, the young man was stunned for a moment, and then he understood instantly. Tears flowed down uncontrollably. He lay on his father's body and howled loudly.

Every detail of these past few days is all in front of my eyes.

In fact, his father knew all about his conspiracy and his plan, but he did not stop him. Instead, he allowed himself to plot to kill him.

Amidst the boy's painful cries, the man smiled as if he was relieved, his eyes became a little gray, and he slowly lost the agility of life.

In this life, he did not live well, did not give his wife a good life, and did not give his son a bright future. Even his father complained that he was incompetent before he died.

But this time, he finally had some use, and his son didn't have to die.

It's just that his son chose to kill himself, which made him a little disappointed, and the little bit of joy was extinguished.

Inside the house, the boy's painful cries kept echoing, and there was also a faint smell of blood, accompanied by the smell of purple flowers.

The villagers passing by outside the house smelled the faint smell of blood, so they walked straight past and left without even looking inside the house.

More than 200 people died in the village last night. Now everyone is in danger, and no one has the extra energy and leisure to care about other people's affairs.

Because too many people died at once and the village did not have enough manpower, no one took care of the more than 200 corpses, and they just fell to the ground randomly.

Occasionally, one or two corpses block the way and are dragged to the side of the road or into a ditch.

On the other side of the village, Bai Xi was preparing things in the house, when a man with short hair quietly walked outside the house.

Bai Xi glanced out of the corner of his eye, sneered silently, and continued to do what he was doing.

The man secretly looked at Bai Xi inside the window, then bent down and walked under the window to the door.

Looking around for no one, he took out a slender piece of iron from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and fiddled with it a few times, and the door opened.

The doors in the village all have very simple old-fashioned locks, which can be opened with just two clicks.

The man walked in quietly, turned around, locked the door, and slowly walked toward the room where Bai Xi was, his expression getting more and more excited.

In the bedroom, Bai Xi pursed her lips.

She originally thought that no one would hit her on the head in this round of the game. Unexpectedly, there were still people who did not believe in evil and took the initiative to join in.

At the door of the bedroom, the short-haired man rubbed his hands and looked at Bai Xi with a smile.

"Beauty, I've been staring at you for several days."

The short-haired man looked at Bai Xi and sighed, "She's so beautiful, much prettier than the village girls in the village. Everyone is going to die anyway, why don't we have fun before we die?"

"How do you want to be happy?"

Putting down the bottle in her hand, Bai Xi looked at the short-haired man, the killing intent in her eyes undisguised.

She has seen many men like this in the game, and he is also the most likely type of person to appear in the game.

"Of course it is..."

As he was speaking, the man felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down and his pupils shrank instantly. His entire right hand was gone.

But he had no idea how his hand was missing?

Bai Xi held the dagger in her hand and looked at the short-haired man with a smile, "Do you want something more cheerful?"

The short-haired man instantly realized that this woman was not simple. He kicked the iron plate, turned around and wanted to run away.

As a result, as soon as he took a step, his right ankle was broken, blood spurted out instantly, and the short-haired man fell to the ground.

Feeling the blood slowly draining away, the expression on the short-haired man's face became increasingly frightened. He hurriedly crawled out using his hands and feet, forgetting to even call for help.

But Bai Xi was not prepared to let him get out alive, and stabbed him directly in the back of the head.

Feeling the fluctuations in the space outside the house, Bai Xi chuckled, dragged the short-haired man's body outside the house, turned around and entered the house, and threw one foot and one hand out.

Then, he picked up the mop next to him and started cleaning up the blood stains in the house.

The people hiding nearby widened their eyes and took a breath of cold air. They were secretly glad that they were a step too slow. They quietly took a few steps back, then turned around and ran away as if they were running for their lives.

Bai Xilu's move can calm everyone down.

Although she only killed one person, her calmness and accustomed calm expression made everyone realize that this was definitely not a novice.

His skills are so neat, he strikes so decisively, and he also likes to torture people. He is definitely a veteran!

Bai Xi's reputation as a murderer also began to spread among the villagers.

While collecting information, Huizi and Dakan, who overheard the villagers whispering, smiled disdainfully.

"A bunch of idiots, if you don't want to mess with anyone, you have to mess with the big boss."

"I feel like my legs are weak when I look at her. How dare these people come up to her? Ignorant people are fearless!"

The two of them admired the brave man who dared to come forward. When the villagers described the death of the short-haired man, they felt that the boss was showing mercy.

They have seen many more cruel methods of torture and death in the game, which are simply more painful than "can't survive, can't die".

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It's past eight o'clock in the evening and it's getting dark.

The village quickly became quiet, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and the atmosphere of terror spread quietly.

Tonight's night wind is stronger than yesterday, and the temperature is lower. The doors and windows are still rattling.

Bai Xi is nestled in the quilt. There are two big sleeping roosters in the corner. There are also two bottles of rooster blood, a bowl of glutinous rice, a bowl of rice, and other miscellaneous small things in the space.

She remembered that rice could ward off evil spirits, but she didn't know whether it was ordinary rice or glutinous rice.

So I’m still a little prepared.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, the woman's voice from last night rang again.
Chapter completed!