The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me

Wanghai City at the end of March should have been a season of spring and blooming flowers, but the weather was abnormal this year. It suddenly snowed for three consecutive days and just cleared up last night.

At the west gate of Wanghai University, Wu Chang shivered in the cold wind, tightened the hood of his down jacket, and walked towards Nanshi Station at the school gate with his head down.

It's not cold when it snows, but it's cold when it melts. If he hadn't made an appointment for an interview, he would never leave his warm bed.

In this world, company bosses are all masters of time management.

In order to solve the two major problems of fresh graduates having no work experience and recruiting skilled workers with high wages, the recruitment information has changed to require fresh graduates and two to three years of work experience.

The workplace is like this. The cattle and horses only need to work day and night, but the boss has to consider much more complicated things.

Next to the bus stop, several sanitation workers were sweeping the snow. Less than one meter away from them, a pool of light red blood was slowly flowing on the ground.

Pedestrians stepped on it many times, but no one stopped to look at it. Only Wu Chang's eyes stayed for a moment when he glanced over, as if only he could see it.

In fact, only he could see it.

When he stared at the bloodstains on the ground, the bloodstains flowed like a water curtain, showing a short video.

On the snow-covered street, a speeding car sped past, and suddenly one of the wheels slipped, and the car body crashed uncontrollably into the roadside, and then the picture went black in a violent shaking.

He took out his mobile phone and clicked on the local news.

"At 11:15 last night, Zhao was driving a motor vehicle through Nanshi Road. The vehicle lost control and an accident occurred. A family of three died and two were injured. The police determined that the cause of the accident was drunk driving."

It was right.

After Wu Chang put away his mobile phone, he saw that after the image in the bloodstains ended, a line of text full of sighs emerged.

"Irregular driving, two lines of tears for relatives."

This was Zhao's last words.

The understanding was very deep, but what had he done before?

About a month ago, Wu Chang woke up and could see such bloodstains from time to time in his eyes.

He called these bloodstains resentment.

The stronger the deceased was in life, the heavier the resentment was, and the darker the resentment was.

Like the resentment left by Zhao on the snow, the color was light red, and it would not dissipate in a short time.

If you encounter a bright red or even dark red resentment, it means that the deceased has a very heavy resentment and will not dissipate easily. You must complete the obsession of the deceased before death to make the resentment disappear.

Eliminating resentment is not in vain. For example, in gay novels, the soul of the wronged will be rewarded by the soul of the wronged. Eliminating the dark red resentment can also benefit him.

He once saved a big red resentment. The owner of the resentment was a basketball sports specialty student. After clearing the history records in the mobile browser of the resentment owner, he "inherited" the physical fitness and basketball skills of the resentment owner.

In just one week, he went from a thin dog with no traces of training to a muscular and angular body comparable to a fitness celebrity.

With this muscular body and his good looks, if he can withstand the steel wool, he can at least avoid thirty years of detours.

When he was about to think about it, the No. 17 bus he was waiting for arrived at the station.

The bus was running as usual, and just as the door was about to close, a dazzling red color attracted his attention.

A man wearing a woolen hat, an old leather jacket, and a black backpack got on the bus.

The man had a thin face, greasy hair, messy stubble, and looked like an ordinary decadent middle-aged man. The few memorable points were the sunglasses he wore on his face on cloudy days and his right hand that was always tucked into his sleeve.

Others just thought the man was sloppy, but in Wu Chang's eyes, the man had twelve or thirteen grievances behind him, and the blood color reflected the entire carriage red.

Among them, there was a deep red grievance, so deep that it was purple.

Wu Chang wrinkled his nose, looking at the bloody energy rising to the sky, he seemed to smell the blood on the man in sunglasses.

Not everyone can condense resentment after death. There are twelve or thirteen resentments, and there are at least nearly a hundred lives behind them.

There is especially a deep red resentment. The resentment is so heavy that the victim's experience in life is at least at the level of a human centipede, and it is the last one.

Interesting, let me see what's going on.

He looked at the man in sunglasses, and the deep red blood flowed, as if a crack had been opened in the chaotic abyss, and a hellish scene came to his face.

The trunks and limbs of dozens of human corpses were twisted and disassembled, nailed to a big tree with the bark peeled off, like branches of flesh and blood, and human heads were embedded in the branches of flesh and blood, like fruits on the tree.

Under the big tree, a thin man was holding a short knife, using blood as paint to engrave complex patterns on the trunk.

Judging from his figure, the knife holder was the man in sunglasses.

The man in sunglasses was very focused, but the next moment, a bullet shot into his head from behind and went out from his left eye socket.

The soup spilled all over the ground, which was not much better than the scene on the tree.

A young man wearing camouflage tactical uniform and holding a silver revolver appeared. He fired several shots at the body of the man in sunglasses. Every time he fired a shot, the bullet would turn into an exploding fireball.

The continuous explosions blew deep pits on the ground and raised smoke and dust.

The camouflage man put away his gun, took out his mobile phone, and took pictures of the creepy flesh and blood tree. Unfortunately, he was young after all. He knew to make up the knife, but he didn't know the law of smoke without injury.

While he was taking pictures, the man in sunglasses jumped out of the smoke and stabbed the dagger into the back of the man in camouflage. The camouflage man fought back on the verge of death, seriously injured the man in sunglasses and fled. He died before sending out the information he saw.

The information he failed to tell before his death appeared in his last words of resentment.

"Blood Ci is a senior, with the ability to regenerate and ignore fatal injuries. Only broken limbs, organ damage and large-scale killing can cause him harm. Every time he recovers from his injuries, Blood Ci will lose a certain amount of sanity, and excessive damage may cause Blood Ci's will to collapse."

The Blood Ci mentioned in the last words should refer to the man in sunglasses.

In addition to the ordinary last words of resentment like Zhao Moumou, there is also a bloody last word in the resentment.

[Get rid of Blood Ci. ]

Wu Chang frowned, get rid of Blood Ci, me?

Thinking about it carefully, it's not impossible.

In the resentment of the camouflage man, he shot and broke Blood Ci's right hand when he counterattacked before his death. The injuries on his left eye and right hand just correspond to Blood Ci's sunglasses and his right hand tucked into his sleeve.

Losing one eye, his vision is severely damaged.

Losing his dominant right hand, the speed and strength of his attack are greatly reduced.

Recovering from injuries will consume sanity, which will inevitably cause Blood Ci to be confused and unable to make clear judgments.

In short, he was crippled.

In a head-on battle, he had no chance of winning, but he had seen through Blood Thorn's weakness in advance, and if he attacked the opponent's weakness, he might have a chance.

But the problem was that the risk was too great.

Crimson resentment could always be encountered, and there was only one life, so there was no need to take risks for it.

Just when he wanted to pretend that he hadn't seen Blood Thorn and wait for Blood Thorn to get off the bus before calling the police, he saw Blood Thorn open his backpack and hold the handle of the knife inside.

Wu Chang's brows twisted into a ball. No, buddy, this is wrong.

I was going to pretend that I didn't see you, so why are you still pushing me.

Although I'm not good at boxing, I know a little bit about ball skills, so don't force me to fight you normally.

Unfortunately, the man in sunglasses didn't hear his advice in his heart, and slowly drew out the short knife, ready to stab the passenger next to him.

Wu Chang sighed and shouted, "Be careful ahead!"

Blood Thorn stopped moving and subconsciously looked forward.

Wu Chang quickly approached along the blind spot of Xue Ci, taking two steps at a time with eight steps to dodge the referee's eyes. In an instant, he came in front of Xue Ci, elbowed him, and shouted:

"Man!"

This elbow was unexpected, fast, accurate and ruthless. As soon as Xue Ci turned his head, he was hit in the face by the elbow.

Blood spurted out immediately, covering the only remaining eye of the man in sunglasses. A weakness from the inside out followed, making him feel as if he was poisoned by a snake, and he was weak all over and fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Wu Chang knocked the man in sunglasses down with an elbow, shouting "He has a knife!" while picking up the fire extinguisher and swinging it at Xue Ci's head.

Before everyone in the car could react, Xue Ci had already fallen into a baby-like sleep.

Dare to launch an attack in public, Xue Ci's sanity was already exhausted by his regeneration ability. At this moment, he was hit several times in a row, and his sanity completely collapsed, becoming a living dead.

The bloody last words on Xue Ci's body dissipated along with the resentment. Wu Chang felt the pocket of his down jacket sink, as if something was added inside.

The reward for the salvation has arrived.

He took advantage of the other passengers' inattention and reached into his pocket to fumble. The moment he felt the shape of the reward, he shuddered and pulled his hand out of his pocket as if he had been electrocuted.

Gun!

Good stuff, but too hot.

If this thing is discovered, his internship will be changed to operating a sewing machine.

He must find a place to hide it quickly.

The bus drove into the station, and the passengers dragged the unconscious man in sunglasses and discussed how to send him to the nearby police station.

Wu Chang had serious contraband in his pocket, so he didn't dare to go with them. He said he had something to do, and simply dealt with it and left.

He didn't care about the interview at the moment. He took a taxi back to Wanghai University, ready to hide the gun in his bag first, and then make the next plan.

But the moment he stepped into the school gate, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and when he came to his senses, he was already in an unfamiliar room.

An emotionless electronic sound rang in his ears.

"Welcome new players to join the Abyss game."

Newbies, please read and collect, good brothers, this is really important for newcomers.