I'm a killer with no emotions

Lu Qi was arrested.

Not only was he arrested, but he was also burned alive as a monster.

The reason is that the plague plagued the world, so Li died in the first place.

Ning Zhe went to the cell to take a look, and found that the inside was enchanted, and there were people from the Xingxing Pavilion guarding the left and right.

He hid aside and listened to the whispers of the two servants of the astrology pavilion.

"Hey, why do you say that God would go to war so much for a plague? He also dispatched the adults of the shrine, which is really unimaginable."

"I heard that after the plague demon escaped from the Demon Realm, it caused chaos everywhere and killed many people. Lord Shangshen has always been kind-hearted, so maybe he can't bear him to continue to harm people?"

"Perhaps, God's will is something that we and other mortals can understand."

Ning Zhe listened for a while, but didn't get any useful information. He glanced at the man curled up restlessly in the barrier, and left quietly.

After returning home, Xing Su quickly greeted her: "Master, have you been rescued?"

"Who said to save him?"

Xing Su was taken aback for a moment, then Ning Zhe said coldly: "Whether he is dead or alive, what does it have to do with me?"

Although it is true to say so, I always feel that the master seems to be too indifferent to Lu Qi.

Obviously he doesn't treat others like this.

Xing Su had doubts in his heart, but seeing his master's expression was as indifferent as frost, he didn't say anything.

On the day of Lu Qi's execution, Ning Zhe happened to go shopping with Xing Su.

The central altar has not been used for more than a year, and now it is bloody again.

Lu Qi's body was covered in blood, his skin was ripped apart, his hands and feet were limp and drooping, and he couldn't lift himself up. He was unkempt and disheveled.

His whole body was tightly locked on the torture rack by one huge black iron chain after another, and there were all flammable firewood doused with oil underneath.

There were also people who kept throwing rotten eggs and rotten leaves at him, yelling vicious words such as "monster", "a terrible death", and "bone to pieces".

Ning Zhe stood in the noisy and excited crowd, looking up at the man on the torture rack quietly, without any fluctuation in his heart.

A long time ago...in fact, it wasn't that long, and only a year and a half passed in Dasun.

A year and a half ago, it was he who was locked in this position, cast aside by all people, and had his blood drawn from broken bones.

Everything happens for a reason.

Everything that Lu Qi is enduring now is the result of his own infliction and self-inflicted consequences.

Probably because Ning Zhe's gaze was too unique, Lu Qi suddenly raised his head and looked this way.

His eyes were dull, and his pupils had no focal length. He was clearly looking at Ning Zhe's direction, but his sight didn't have a landing point.

...he's blind.

Ning Zhe frowned inadvertently.

"Master...is the master..." Lu Qi murmured.

He noticed that it was the master who came.

"He came to see how you died."

"Pay attention to the words, it's us."

"Come on, hand over your body to the deity, or it will be too late!"

"Forget it, something that is not enough."

"you wanna die!"

A group of noisy voices exploded in his mind again, and Lu Qi had a splitting headache.

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the cloudless sky, and a snow-white and noble figure stepped out of the ray.

Dressed in white clothes, with a dignified complexion and an ethereal demeanor, he was followed by two handsome attendants.

It is Lin Yunlan, the god who is revered by all people today.

In an instant, the people knelt down one after another, shouting in their mouths.

Ning Zhe raised his head and squinted at the familiar figure, his eyes were a little complicated.

Neither he nor Xing Su knelt down, so they looked a little special in the crowd.

Lin Yunlan glanced over lightly, his eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"My lord, according to your order, I have brought the plague demon."

Ning Xuan stepped out of the sedan chair, knelt down on his knees, with an extremely respectful expression.

Lin Yunlan landed, stepped on the central altar with his toes, and stretched out his hand to gently support everyone to get up.

"I cannot escape the blame for the epidemic. To eliminate the evil today is also to pray for the dead people. I hope the heavens will bless my ancient country of Da Viet."

Ning Xuan said with a smile: "It is my great fortune that God loves all people."

He turned his head to look at the people behind him, and said in a deep voice: "If the plague is not eradicated, I will feel uneasy for a day! Now, with God's help, I will sacrifice the devil to the sky and avenge the people of Dayue!"

The people responded to him one after another, shouting "revenge and revenge", and the shouts shook the sky.

Seeing the ferocious hatred on these people's faces, Xing Su couldn't help leaning closer to Ning Zhe, clutching his sleeves tightly.

The plague demons who are doing evil everywhere really deserve to die, but at this moment, in the eyes of Xing Su, these innocent people are no different from crazy demons.

"A Su, don't be afraid." Ning Zhe patted his head.

"Master, are we really not going to save Lu Qi?"

He didn't think Lu Qi was a monster. If he really wanted to do harm to others, he would have done something to him and his master long ago.

Ning Zhe's eyebrows and eyes were calm, and he didn't say a word.

From just now, Lin Yunlan's gaze has been on him, with a somewhat familiar sense of prey.

He had cleared all Yunlan's memories before, and now all this is not fabricated by him, but a real thing that happened from the beginning.

Yun Lan shouldn't remember him.

It was enough to surprise him that those men still had memories. Why did Yunlan seem to have recovered his memory?

Ning Zhe was a little puzzled.

But before he figured it out, Ning Xuan had already ordered people to do it.

The torch was thrown into the pyre, and the flames burst into flames in an instant, engulfing Lu Qi's entire body.

He let out a shrill scream, struggled painfully on the torture rack, and kept crying for Ning Zhe: "Master...Master, don't leave your slave..."

Ning Zhe woke up suddenly, and took half a step forward involuntarily, his thin lips parted slightly.

However, in the next moment, he immediately realized what he was doing and stopped all his movements.

No, he didn't want to save him.

It's obvious that this person deserves it, why should he come to save him every time?

He had already said that he would not have anything to do with this person again. Wouldn't it be better not to pester him again when this person was burned to a pile of ashes?

Ning Zhe inadvertently clenched his fingers tightly.

But he forgot that he was holding Xing Su's wrist.

Xing Su's wrist was almost broken by him, and he trembled from the pain.

He wanted to remind the master, but when he raised his eyes, he found that the master was staring at the burning Lu Qi on the torture rack, his eyes were red.

For some reason, Xing Su suddenly bit her lips aggrieved, and didn't want to say any more.

Ning Zhe didn't know what Xing Su was thinking, he took a deep breath and let go of Xing Su's hand.

Xing Su saw that with a slight movement of the master's fingertips, it seemed that something shiny was flicked out, and it was sent into the space between Lu Qi's eyebrows.

At the moment when the light spot sank between his eyebrows, Lu Qi, who was deep in the flames, suddenly froze.

There was a "click" sound, as if some taboo seal was broken.

Bunches of bright and dazzling light pierced through the darkness, and flowing memory fragments slowly seeped out from the cracks.

Ning Zhe of the System Space, Ning Zhe of the God Realm, Ning Zhe of Dayue...

The crying Ning Zhe, the smiling Ning Zhe, the lifeless Ning Zhe...

Ning Zhe who likes to eat candied haws, Ning Zhe who begged him to watch cartoons, Ning Zhe who gasped under him...

Everything is about Ning Zhe, about his master's memory.

Lu Qi finally remembered that he is not some Lu Qi, not some slave, he is number 67, who promised to stay with Ning Zhe forever and be his most unique system - number 67.