The young man breathed a sigh of relief, even ignoring the wounds on his body, and strode out the door.

For some reason, at this moment, he even felt that this ordinary-looking house seemed much scarier than the prison of the Security Department.

Even in this situation, the young man still remained cautious, opened the door, carefully looked around, and after confirming that there was no one from the Security Department, he walked out.

Escaped.

This is the most authentic feedback in the young man's mind.

But the moment he stepped out of the door, he felt as if a hand grabbed his collar and roughly pulled him back.

The owner of the palm is very strong, and if he is not injured, he may even tear it.

But now...

The young man returned to the room again, raised his head in confusion, and looked at Yu Sheng standing opposite him, his eyes full of confusion.

Yu Sheng closed the door smoothly, with the same calm expression: "I did not restrict your freedom, so... this should not be considered illegal detention."

"At least you left this room."

"Yes, it is like that."

Finally, Yu Sheng never forgot to nod his head to prove that what he said was indeed very reasonable.

...

The young man couldn't remember how many times he had collapsed in just half an hour.

For the rest of his life, this childish face was as terrifying as a devil in his eyes.

"Sit anywhere."

"Your injuries are very serious. It's best not to move around, and remember to help me clean up the blood on the floor."

"Otherwise I won't be happy."

After Yu Sheng gave a few instructions, he put away the medicine on the cabinet, sat on a chair nearby, and fell into that daze state again.

The young man stood there, a little dazed. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should rest for a while or clean the room.

"It seems it's not an illusion."

Yu Sheng sat in a chair and was in a trance. Every time the young man's emotions collapsed, wisps of light gray energy rose into the sky and disappeared into the picture in his mind.

The dragon-patterned stick in the scroll also looks a little more solid than before.

Although the progress is slow, it is indeed effective.

In other words, this energy is generated from other people’s emotions, and does this emotion have to be caused by oneself?

Yu Sheng had vaguely figured out something, and looked at the young man with bright eyes.

But the boy who was dragging his severely injured body to clean the room felt a chill on his back, like a thorn in his back.

What he couldn't accept the most was that the wound on his chest was still dripping blood. Every time he wiped away some blood, more blood would drip on the floor, endlessly.

Seeing that the boy's breathing was getting heavier and he looked shaky, Yu Sheng took two steps forward considerately: "Your injury is very serious. If you take any more drastic actions, you will die."

Under the young man's disbelieving gaze, Yu Sheng went to the bathroom and took out a piece of soap and handed it to the young man's hand: "Sulfur soap is more convenient for cleaning blood, so you can rest earlier."

The young man took the sulfur soap indifferently, feeling neither joy nor sorrow in his heart. He knelt on the ground numbly and wiped the floor.

Yu Sheng watched as the gray gas escaping from the young man's head became less and less until it disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up and came to the young man again.

"I thought about it, sulfur soap hurts my hands."

After snatching the sulfur soap back, Yu Sheng sat back on the chair with satisfaction as he saw the gray smoke emitting from the top of his head again.

"I agreed!"

The young man seemed to have made an important decision, took a deep breath, stood up, looked at Yu Sheng and said seriously.

"Give me paper and pen. I want to leave a suicide note before I die."

Yu Sheng looked at the young man blankly, with confusion.

"Anyway, if I don't commit suicide, I will bleed to death."

"It's better to die with dignity."

"Didn't you say that I owe you my life, and I will pay it back to you now."

The young man raised his chin proudly.

At this moment, he seemed to be such a high-spirited and handsome young man on that sunny afternoon when he decided to become the world's number one killer.

A killer should not be afraid of death and even have the courage to face death.

It turned out that... I had forgotten my original intention without knowing it, but fortunately, at the last moment, I regained my dignity as a killer.

"You can't die."

Yu Sheng shook his head decisively without any hesitation.

It would be a pity for such a stable energy source to die.

"No, I must die!"

"Only death can defend my dignity as a killer."

But the young man stubbornly shook his head: "Well, since he is about to die, it doesn't matter if he doesn't leave a suicide note. The killer...has no feelings."

As he spoke, a small blade suddenly appeared between the young man's fingers and slowly slashed towards his neck.

Slowly closing his eyes, as usual for dying people, the young man recalled his life again.

Six months ago, I decided to become the world's number one killer.

Three days ago, I received my first order.

In the morning, check out the sites, and in the afternoon, do it.

Losing the enemy, fleeing, accidentally breaking into the wolf's den, and dying.

Although it's not perfect,... after all, it can be regarded as a killer's life.

Unknowingly, a relief-like smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth.

Yu Sheng stood up, frowned, and looked at the young man's face seriously for the first time under the moonlight, and then said a little strangely: "Are you really a killer?"

"I haven't killed anyone before, and there's no smell of blood on my body."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Yu Sheng: "I just made a mistake. If you give me time, I will become the world's number one killer sooner or later!"

"Forget it, even if I tell you, you don't understand!"

With disdain for the rest of his life, the young man closed his eyes again and recalled his life again.

"The position is wrong. The place you plan to row is the trachea, so you won't die immediately."

"And it's going to be painful."

Yu Sheng kindly gave me some advice.

The boy's hand holding the blade froze in mid-air. He hesitated and adjusted his position slightly.

Damn it, I have to relive my life again.

The young man cursed secretly.

"It won't work here, it will spurt blood."

“The room was dirty and difficult to clean.”

Yu Sheng frowned, a little unhappy.

...

"I'm already going to die. Do you know what death means?"

"Can you please not interrupt me?"

"ah??"

The young man's veins popped out as he looked at Yu Sheng and roared!

Due to the excessive force, the wound burst and the injury deepened again. He fell to the ground in pain, clutching his chest, and wanted to scream twice, but he maintained the dignity of a killer and endured it.

"Is there any meaning in death?"

"I don't understand."
Chapter completed!