As someone who prioritizes killing others, I'm forced to stream a death game.

Chapter 120 Blood-Red Illusion

We've done all we can. Now, we'll leave the rest to fate!

Yao Qing bypassed Liu Ren and walked up to the multi-legged black monster.

Without hesitation, the ghost, violently forced back into its ethereal state, rushed towards Yao Qing and entered her body.

"Uh--"

In that instant, Yao Qing felt as if some foreign object had been forcibly squeezed into her brain.

The swelling and pain instantly overwhelmed her will.

Where the strange creature invaded her body, black lines continued to spread, quickly engulfing Yao Qing's entire body.

"Ahhhh-"

Yao Qing roared and stretched out her arms, large chunks of black flesh bulging out from under her raincoat.

She still had a rough human form.

But Fang Qian felt that she had stepped into the "inhuman" realm.

Normally, seeing this situation, she would definitely conclude that the person was beyond saving.

But now, this is the ritual for entering the realm of the supernatural.

That's how the so-called "entertainers of the devil" came about.

If she wants to step into the realm of the "inhuman".

Then they will inevitably undergo inhuman trials in the future.

Once you get past this hurdle, the road ahead will be wide and broad.

It won't pass.

That means my life ends here.

Regardless of what happens outside, for Yao Qing at this moment...

Her entire consciousness was drawn into a dream that flashed like a revolving lantern.

Here, she revisited her life.

That was not a very happy life.

Her father is a narcotics police officer.

They are basically not at home.

Her mother was a gentle woman.

Although I am always worried about my loved one's safety, I have always supported their work.

Yao Qing was influenced by this from a young age and decided that she would become a police officer when she grew up.

At that time, she thought being a police officer was a very respectable profession.

They are respected and admired.

until that day.

It was an ordinary Monday.

Yao Qing went to school as usual.

After finishing the breakfast her mother had prepared, she got ready to go to school.

But realizing what day it was, she stopped abruptly at the door.

"Ah Qing?"

A mother's questioning voice came from behind.

"……mom!"

Yao Qing turned around and hugged the person behind her tightly.

"Huh? What's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

This woman was as gentle as ever.

She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Yao Qing's eyes.

His face is just as it was back then.

Looking at the face so close to hers, Yao Qing couldn't help but say, "I don't want to go to school anymore!"

"Huh? How can this be? Why are you suddenly saying such things?"

"I don't want to go... I want to stay home!"

"No, Ah Qing, you can't be so willful."

"I'm not being willful!"

"If we don't leave now, we'll be late."

"Being late is fine! Should I take the day off?"

"Why are you asking for leave all of a sudden?" The mother's face was full of helplessness. "Alright, stop making a fuss and hurry up and get out of here."

"Do not……"

Yao Qing gritted her teeth and hugged her mother's body, greedily savoring the warmth she hadn't felt in many years.

Black, lumpy objects were constantly surging across the surrounding walls.

It's as if there's only one scene in the whole world.

But this one scene is enough.

The woman smiled and hugged Yao Qing back, then suddenly said, "In that case, Qing, you should take the day off today."

"..."

"You can stay home as long as you want."

"..."

"Stay home forever."

"……it is good!"

Yao Qing gritted her teeth and uttered the word.

But his actions contradicted his words.

She forcefully pushed away the woman in front of her who looked exactly like the one in her memory.

A large amount of black silk threads swept in from all directions.

It's as if it wants to sweep everything here into an endless dream.

"What a monster! How despicable!" Yao Qing stared intently at the woman in front of her, gritting her teeth as she spoke.

"Huh? What are you talking about, Ah Qing?" The woman looked puzzled.

"...Don't talk to me with that face again!" Yao Qing roared angrily, as the black threads wrapped around her arm were forcibly pulled into straight, bloody knives.

"Ah Qing, you—" The woman looked at Yao Qing with a horrified expression, then said sadly, "Are you going to use a knife on Mom?"

"I……!"

"Are you going to kill your own mother?"

"..."

"That's so unfair, Ah Qing. It's clearly all your fault."

"..."

"If you hadn't run to school so early, I definitely wouldn't have gotten into trouble, right? It's all your fault, Ah Qing."

"..."

"Do you want to become the murderer?"

“Shut up!!”

Yao Qing's psychological defenses broke down one after another.

But in the end, it was stuck at the bottom line and could not be eroded any further.

She raised the flesh-and-blood straight knife in her hand, and with unknown feelings, swung it down at the woman in front of her who looked terrified and sad.

Bright red blood splattered all over Yao Qing's face.

Looking at the lifeless body lying on the ground, Yao Qing felt a violent tremor in her heart once again.

Humans are ultimately made of flesh and blood.

The heart is made of flesh too.

This means that people's inner defenses are actually very fragile.

It cannot be made as hard as steel bars.

For most people, there are things they never want to face in their lives.

Or something that cannot be opposed.

This kind of thing is usually called a weakness.

"Yao Qing! What have you done!"

After Yao Qing killed her "mother" with a single blow, a group of people suddenly rushed in from outside the door.

Those were her classmates, friends, teachers, and later her boss and colleagues.

The sound of sirens could be heard nearby.

A barrage of accusations overwhelmed Yao Qing's senses.

"You actually killed your own mother! Are you even human?!"

"You murderer!"

"You actually murdered your mother!"

"You devil!"

"Yao Qing, you, sigh, you have disappointed us so much."

"You really don't deserve to be a policeman."

"Come with us."

"I never imagined that one day I would arrest my own colleague."

"I never expected my colleague to be this kind of person."

How could you do this?

"..."

Yao Qing instinctively defended herself: "No! She's not my mother! You! No—you're not them either!"

Even though I know perfectly well that what I see before me is a complete illusion, like a dream.

But it's so real.

Therefore, Yao Qing still felt waves of suffocation.

Her heart was deeply shaken.

A massive amount of black flesh and blood, along with threads, swept over her like a black ocean, gradually overwhelming her senses.

until……

"do you know?"

"what?"

In a corner of her memory, Yao Qing suddenly recalled the scene of Liu Ren and her squatting by the roadside smoking after a certain mission was over.

This guy smokes every day, and only Liu Mucheng can directly reach into his pocket and take the cigarettes away.

Yao Qing didn't smoke much at first, but after spending a month or two with Liu Ren, she gradually picked up the habit.

I smoke much more frequently than before.