When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Chapter 227

"Are you here to avenge your son?" Zhang Qingyun asked.

"Yes." Liu Shi looked at the trash can on the ground with deep eyes, but his tone was very calm: "I have been in a daze for so long, and I suddenly remembered what I want to do."

After that incident, his life was completely ruined.

His son detonated a bomb to commit suicide, leaving behind a stigma that was condemned by thousands of people.

His wife also committed suicide one after another.

All that was left for him was the endless abuse and beatings from the victim's family members, and even on the way home, he had to be careful of flying bricks in some dark corner.

This was the cruelest punishment Zhang Qingyun gave him.

"Really awesome, Liu Shi."

Zhang Qingyun looked at the man in front of him, his hair was messy, and the coat on his body was stained with various food soups and even began to mold, emitting a strong stench.

Recalling that two years ago, Zhang Qingyun had visited Liu Wuhuan's home, and he had seen this man at that time.

How to say it, if you look at it from a secular perspective, you may think that he has not achieved any great achievements, let alone the social elite in his mother's mouth.

But at least he supports a family and allows the family to live a comfortable life.

His efforts allow his wife to freely choose whether to work without worrying about her livelihood; at the same time, it also allows his son to have what he wants without envying others.

He also has his own house, although there are still 20 years of loans to pay.

He often has a smile on his face, giving in to his wife at home, and silently supporting his son's dream.

How to say... What a high-spirited middle-aged man.

Has he become like this?

Zhang Qingyun sighed again: "It's really amazing, Liu Shi, you actually pretended to be crazy for so long under my nose, I thought you really turned crazy."

"It's not really pretending, after all, I'm really going crazy." Liu Shi raised his head little by little and looked at Zhang Qingyun: "I never believed that my son would do such a thing, and he couldn't do it at all, so I have been looking for the murderer who killed him."

"I have been looking for two years, and I have suspected you, but I have never found any clues." Liu Shi's tone was flat, as if he was telling a trivial matter: "Just half a month ago, my memory of my son completely disappeared. During this period, I really turned crazy..."

Because of the emergence of the spirit grudge, Liu Wuhuan's traces were completely erased, and the belief that had been supporting him to move forward suddenly disappeared, which directly turned him into a madman.

But now the end of the game has begun. As the fourth camp of this spirit grudge, he finally recalled everything through the stone tablet and learned the truth.

Liu Shi's camp is: "Victim".

"Now it's all over, everything should be concluded." Liu Shi said.

"End? Hahahahaha..." Zhang Qingyun couldn't help laughing: "You know, your behavior just proves a fact, that is, no matter how hard you try, there will always be things you can't do!"

"No matter how hard you try, how much you give, how much you give up, even if you spend your whole life for one goal, you will still fail!"

I don't know what he thought of, Zhang Qingyun saw the miserable Liu Shi at this time, and he empathized with him fiercely, "You have paid so much, but when you learned the truth, you found that you were facing something that had long been beyond the scope of human beings... It's really sad."

"Sad?"

Liu Shi did not have any emotional fluctuations because of his words, his heart had long been like a pool of stagnant water: "You have committed more than one crime, I only need to insert one knife into you among the thousands of cuts you have suffered."

"Oh?" Zhang Qingyun said disdainfully: "How can you be sure that you will not be one of the millions of ants that I trampled to death?"

It's no wonder that he is so confident, ordinary people like Liu Shi, he just killed hundreds of them.

If we have to say the difference, he is just a little smarter than ordinary people. Liu Wuhuan inherited Liu Shi's talent for invention, which can be seen from the trash can with a mechanism just now.

But this kind of physical thing is already difficult to hurt Zhang Qingyun, who is now half human and half ghost.

"Try it." Liu Shi smiled slightly, stretched his hand into the air, and gently snapped his fingers.

"Snap."

A brilliant light lit up in the classroom next to the three people.

Huh? !

Zhang Qingyun reacted quickly. Almost at the moment he saw the light spot, he turned over and jumped off the guardrail without hesitation.

At the same time as he jumped off the building, Zhang Yang also seized the opportunity and frantically manipulated the muscles on his neck to twist his head.

Even if his head was removed, his body was still one, and every part could move..

He had not struggled before, just waiting for an opportunity.

Finally, after paying the price of several rubs of hair and face landing, Zhang Yang's head regained freedom.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the place where he was standing was instantly engulfed by flames, and thick smoke rose into the sky.

Zhang Qingyun landed on the lawn, steadied his body, and looked at Liu Shi who jumped down with him not far away: "Can you play this too? Sure enough, you are a "genius" like your son."

Liu Shi just looked at him calmly: "It's not over yet."

"Ding ding ding..."

"Ding ding ding ding ding..."

Accompanied by several subtle sounds that were not easily perceived, a bird carved from metal swooped down from mid-air and rushed straight towards Zhang Qingyun.

"Oh? Want to avenge your son in the same way? It's ridiculous, just this kind of thing..." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qingyun paused and looked down suddenly.

He felt that his ankle seemed to be entangled by something.

And the blue bird had already rushed in front of him.

A dazzling light lit up and spread around at an alarming speed.

"Boom--!"

The flames shot up into the sky, and Zhang Qingyun's figure gradually appeared in the billowing smoke.

He was not dead.

But at this moment, he still looked a little embarrassed. After all, he had not reached the level of evil spirits that completely ignored physics.

"Cough cough cough..." After coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, Zhang Qingyun looked down. He was very curious about what was restricting him.

With the help of the firelight, he finally saw what was wrapped around his ankle.

It was actually hair? !

He turned his head and looked at the hair, and found that not far behind him, there was a girl in a hospital gown.

She was thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. A messy long hair was casually scattered, covering most of her face.

Through the gaps in her hair, you can see her pale face, like a petal covered with frost and snow.