The pirated doctor in American comics

How much does life weigh?

No one can give an accurate answer. Probably only the killer lady lying on the operating table can give a rough value.

That's the bounty.

But after something as priceless as life is forcibly assigned a value, it is no longer priceless in itself.

Yan Ding was not able to ignore life like this from the beginning.

He was also a good young man who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze.

It's just that when he arrived in a bad place, he could see clearly how ugly human beings can be without order.

For the first time, he had sin on his hands.

Yes, it is sin.

Killing, for whatever reason, is a sin in itself.

When a life is strangled, the malice from the heart has nothing to do with good or evil. It is the instinct of life.

But people always have various reasons, either high-sounding or arrogant, giving themselves a reason to deprive others of their lives, and then they can kill without any scruples.

It's like putting gold foil on a piece of shit and it ceases to be shit.

Yan Ding once had a happy family. His father was a coast guard.

His father once said to him: Don't do things that may make you regret before you figure it out.

As a son, he was very obedient. In the heart of young Yan Ding, his father was his idol.

It's just that he killed someone without any high-sounding reason or just sanction. Just because he wanted to survive and needed more resources, he injected the ordinary newcomers of the enemy team with the T-Virus original solution to maximize their value. Killed.

No matter how he whitewashes it, his hands are no longer clean.

But in his heart, he still wanted to be a good person, at least not to disgrace his father.

So he used a considerable amount of reward points to help him construct a magic on his body, a soul magic based on the third method.

As long as it is a life that dies because of him, no matter how far apart or how long the interval is.

The resentment he had at the moment he lost his life would unreservedly affect Yan Ding's soul.

Of course, this law is also very humane. These people can choose to hate only once or continue to hate.

It's okay to hate only once, but all Yan Ding received was the instinctive malice and curse at the end of his life.

If you choose to continue to hate, the souls of these people will be stored in a space, day and night, every minute and every second, pouring out their malice towards Yan Ding's soul without stopping.

No breaks, no intervals.

Yan Ding endured the malice and curses poured out on him by those who died because of him every minute.

Of course it's impossible to kill just one.

The richer Yan Ding's property is in the Lord God's Dimension, the more blood he has on his hands, and the heavier the curse he has to bear every moment.

Regarding the weight of life, Yan Ding felt that he had the most say.

Even the most saintly Zheng Zha has nothing to say about Yan Ding's actions.

Whether it's the people killed during world development in the story world, the enemy reincarnators killed in team battles, or the disobedient newcomers in his own team, Yan Ding can let others take action to avoid the penalty of point deduction.

But there is absolutely no way to escape the judgment of this magic on the body.

Cursing non-stop, Yan Ding endured it completely.

Yan Ding didn't know about other methods of strengthening his mental power, but the experience of being cursed all the time made his soul like an ascetic practicing under a waterfall, changing under the surging tide of curses. Become more tenacious and unshakable.

Yan Ding kills people without any mental burden, as long as it is necessary.

Because Yan Ding has already shouldered the consequences that he should bear, any accusation against him is completely unreasonable.

Even though those test subjects entered the hospital by their own choice, and Yan Ding had made all the stakes clear, they still chose to conduct the experiment. In fact, their deaths were not attributable to Yan Ding.

But Yan Ding was responsible after all, and he accepted all these 2500 curses.

I have endured so much, is there still so much left to do?

Just because they were not qualified enough for Yan Ding to make an evasive move.

Perhaps this was the reason why Li Shuwen was willing to teach him as his apprentice.

In Li Shuwen's eyes, although Yan Ding was still an immature child, there was no doubt about it.

He truly stood upright and had no regrets in his heart.

Yan Ding felt the curse that came from the man in the suit's death, ringing in his soul all the time, and stretched out his bloody hands, trying to pull him into the quagmire.

There was no fluctuation in Yan Ding's heart. He had endured tens of thousands of similar curses. There were countless curses that were more powerful than this man in a suit, but he could still withstand them.

Strictly speaking, this man in a suit is not a good person.

In fact, he was originally just an ordinary person who worshiped vampires crazily, that is, the Hagui tribe.

Later, he came into contact with vampires, and successfully transformed himself into a vampire the day after tomorrow, becoming a hybrid in the eyes of pure-blood vampires.

Of course Thalia was different from him, Thalia was in a different situation.

When he was a human, he provided blood food to his vampire master countless times. You must know that those who were used as blood food were his compatriots.

To humans, he is extremely evil.

However, Yan Ding did not set up the judgment of good and evil to determine the magic in Yan Ding's body at the beginning. No matter who it was, as long as it met the concept of a life with self-awareness, all of them would be counted as Yan Ding's killings.

Humans are complex, but are the intelligent life forms of other races simple?

Simply labeling a group is the laziest and most irresponsible approach. Yan Ding's father once denounced those who discriminated against people based on racial and regional discrimination in front of Yan Ding.

Yan Ding may not really understand. After all, what he has seen since entering the main god's space is mostly the ugliness of human beings in a state of disorder.

But this does not prevent him from being obedient. If he doesn't understand, it is right to listen to his father first.

Therefore, the concept of killing here in Yan Ding does not distinguish who the target is, good or evil, old or young, or race.

It's just that Yan Ding thought that the man in the suit might have a stronger curse as a non-human race, but he didn't expect that the man in the suit was so useless, and even less useful than the innocent people who were killed by Yan Ding. Much.

It seems that the so-called evil of these extremely evil people is just superficial. They just ignore the rules and take advantage of those who follow the rules.

Yan Ding looked at the struggling Miss Killer in front of him, his expression unwavering.

Will you be burdened with a curse this time?

It doesn't matter, I've already gotten used to it.