It is better to be a demon than a god. All demons are created by me.

The middle-aged man's eyes were empty and confused, wandering like a wandering soul. The clothes on his body had already been wet by the rain, revealing his desolation and helplessness.

Suddenly, a dull bell broke the silence around him, awakening the man from his meditation.

He looked up and saw a dilapidated church.

The man hesitated for a moment, but finally pushed open the heavy church door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the church, he saw a brand new and gorgeous confessional. The open door seemed to be sending a silent invitation to him.

He walked in unexpectedly, and as soon as he sat down, the door of the confessional closed automatically with a bang.

The sudden closing of the door made his heart beat faster, and an inexplicable feeling of fear filled his heart.

"I will listen to your troubles, please tell me." A lazy and impatient voice came from next door.

The man was stunned. He had just seen that both rooms in the confessional were empty!

"Are you a god? Please tell me, what should I do to avenge my daughter!" The man's voice was trembling and excited. He clutched the middle partition tightly, as if he wanted to find some strength from it.

"Those demons invaded my daughter and forced her to commit suicide. It was my incompetence that made her become a tutor in order to make more money. It was also my incompetence that I only learned about everything that happened to my daughter from the diary after her accident." His The voice was filled with endless regret and self-blame.

"They said that the diary was not enough evidence. They said that this was a crime committed by a minor who was ignorant and they advised me to get a subsidy and get over it." The man's voice became more and more excited. "I know that the minor was not the mastermind at all. The real murderer was Those evil spirits took advantage of the legal loophole of minors and deliberately put all the blame on that minor. "

"God, please tell me what to do? There will be a trial the day after tomorrow, but I have no evidence in my hand. I am not willing to let those demons go." He beat the table angrily, and his hand was cut and blood dripped. .

Ye Ming in another room smiled as he watched the magic tree bear two green fruits. Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise.

With a hint of temptation, his voice sounded gently in the middle-aged man's ears, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I am not a god, but a devil. But I can give you the power you really need to make those The cowardly power of evil spirits.”

The man's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he felt an unprecedented sense of tension welling up in his heart.

Ye Ming's voice seemed to step on his heartstrings, causing a violent tremor, "Devil? Give up that illusory belief and embrace the true darkness. Let them see what a real devil looks like."

His voice is full of temptation, as if it has some kind of magic, making people fall into it involuntarily, "Think about it, when your power surpasses them, when you stand in front of them, what can they do? They can only tremble, You can only beg for mercy. Don’t you yearn for that kind of pleasure, that feeling of being in control, and personally avenging your daughter?”

The middle-aged man raised his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, "I..."

"Why can they bully your daughter unscrupulously? Because they have higher power and abilities than you. So don't you desire to have strong power?"

That seductive voice echoed in his ears, like a spell, constantly eroding his sanity.

He seemed to be able to see himself standing at the pinnacle of strength, holding the sharp blade of revenge, defeating those who had hurt his daughter one by one.

That kind of pleasure, that feeling of being in control of everything, made him almost addicted to it.

He struggled, trying to free himself from the temptation. "I can't do this." He murmured in a low voice, with trembling and determination in his voice, "I just want to seek justice for my daughter."

Ye Ming watched with satisfaction as the fruits on the demon tree were nourished and matured by the inner demon.

The fruit was as dark red as blood, as if dyed with the color of life.

After picking the fruit, the magic tree withered instantly, turned into ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"The choice is yours. I never force anyone." After the voice disappeared, a fruit suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's table, and the door of the confessional opened automatically.

All these magical phenomena made the middle-aged man believe that he had met a real "demon".

He couldn't wait to run to the confession room next door, trying to find the owner of the voice just now, but found that there was no one inside.

Looking at the fruit in his hand, he put it on the table after struggling for a while, turned around and left, put his hand on the door but didn't push the door, and finally returned to pick up the fruit.

After putting it down and picking it up several times, the man finally put the fruit into his pocket.

In the garden of the villa

Ye Ming was carefully wiping the magic fruit he had just obtained.

He took out a label and put it on the delicate box, marked "001", and then put the fruit inside.

His eyes shone with anticipation. "I don't know what the magic fruit formed by the magic tree has. I'm really looking forward to it. Dog God, are you looking forward to it?"

Yeming was in a good mood and tore off the tape on the mouth of a puppy next to him.

"My name is Shan De! Host, you are bound to the system of doing good and accumulating virtue. It is to help others realize their wishes as much as possible, not to let you harm others!" Shan De said angrily.

Shan De did not expect that the host he was originally bound to was frightened to death by it when it just spoke, and then his body was taken away by this demonic cultivator.

It was previously worried that it would be devoured by a demonic cultivator, but later it discovered that this demonic cultivator was just an ordinary person who claimed that he was a demonic cultivator but had lost all his cultivation.

Ye Ming raised a playful arc at the corner of his mouth, looked at Shan De innocently, and said lightly: "Isn't this cooperating with your work? Dog God, you are really troublesome. You are not happy if I don't work, and you are not happy if I work."

Shan De was almost shut down by Ye Ming's words. He roared angrily: "Our job is to do good deeds and accumulate virtues. You are doing evil! You will harm that man by doing this!"

Ye Ming didn't care. He picked up a cup of coffee, sniffed the rich aroma gently, and a happy expression appeared on his face.

He said leisurely: "How can I harm him? I didn't force him to eat it. The choice is his. You can still use your method to save him now. After all, he hasn't eaten the magic fruit yet."

"Are you willing to listen to my method to save him?" Shan De looked at Ye Ming. He is now a dog! Without any divine power, he can only rely on Ye Ming, the host, to complete the task.

"Of course I'm willing to listen. I don't have to do anything. What's wrong with listening?"

"What do you want? As long as we find evidence and hand it over to Li Feng, we can punish those bad guys. Why do you have to make things complicated? Why don't we untie her to complete the task earlier?"

"Of course it's better to untie her. Go and complete the task, and then untie her."

When Shan De heard this, he knew that he couldn't communicate with Ye Ming. He could only hope that Li Feng would not be tempted.

On the corridor of the hospital

Li Feng hurried to the hospital, but saw a group of reporters besieging his wife like hungry wolves. Sharp questions and dazzling flashes shot at her like sharp arrows.

"Your daughter seduced a minor for money? As parents, do you know? Now you want to sue the child. Where is your conscience?" A reporter asked loudly, with a provocative tone.

"Did you teach your daughter to do such a shameful thing? Did you deliberately let her commit suicide so that you can get more money?" Another reporter followed closely, his voice full of malice.

The wife stood helplessly in the crowd, tears welling up in her eyes. "I didn't, my daughter is the victim, it's not what you said."

Li Feng witnessed all this, and the anger in his heart was instantly ignited, like a raging fire. His mind flashed through the appearance of his daughter before she died, those innocent smiles, the painful experiences described in the diary, and those devilish smiles. All of this pierced his heart like a needle tip.

Just as Li Feng was about to rush over to rescue his wife, he caught a glimpse of the photos of his daughter in the hands of the reporter. Those photos pierced his heart like a sharp blade, making him feel miserable.

He understood that all this was a conspiracy of those evil spirits. They wanted to use external forces to destroy his daughter's reputation, make his wife collapse, and make him, a father, helpless to accept his own incompetence.

Li Feng's hand quickly reached into his pocket and took out the fruit. He took a bite, and his mouth was full of bitterness and sourness, but he endured it, just to avenge his daughter.

As the fruit was swallowed, Li Feng was surprised to find that his palm had changed, and a mysterious power was awakening in his body.

He could actually produce a needle on his palm!

"Your daughter takes this kind of photo, don't you think..."

Li Feng's eyes fell on the reporter who had been holding the microphone and aggressively facing his wife.

He had a strong urge in his heart to teach this reporter a lesson.

He silently prayed in his heart that he hoped that the needle in his hand could grow in the reporter's mouth.

The reporter suddenly covered his throat with a painful look on his face, as if something was really stuck in his throat.

Seeing this, other reporters retreated with horror.

Li Feng took the opportunity to rush over and pushed away the reporters who were blocking his wife. "You unscrupulous reporters, get out of here!" He roared loudly, revealing an unquestionable majesty in his voice.

The reporters were frightened by his sudden move and retreated one after another, not daring to approach easily. Li Feng looked around and his eyes fell on the nurse who was watching the show next to him. "Is this how your hospital is secured? If this incident is reported, will your hospital still have a good reputation?" He said coldly, his voice revealing an unquestionable majesty.

The nurses were so uncomfortable with Li Feng's gaze that they lowered their heads and quickly picked up the phone to call the security guards.

Soon, the security guards came and drove the reporters away from the hospital.

Li Feng stood on the corridor, staring at the reporters' cars slowly starting up.

His eyes were fixed on the front tires of the car, and a strong impulse surged in his heart.

He wanted to teach these unscrupulous reporters a lesson.

Suddenly, a piercing sound of a tire burst broke the silence around.

The front tire of the car burst instantly, and the car skidded under the action of inertia, and finally hit the railing on the side of the road hard.

His wife stood next to Li Feng and witnessed all this.

She felt an indescribable sense of joy and gratitude. "Retribution, this is the retribution that those who took money to frame others deserve." She said softly.

Li Feng was shocked.

He looked at the needle in horror, unable to believe what had just happened.

"Is this the power of the devil?" he muttered to himself.