"I just heard you talking."

The muscles on Xu Shangqi's face began to tremble, and then the tremors spread to his whole body, and the desire to vomit became stronger and stronger.

But when his throat tightened and a sour feeling spread up his esophagus, what he spit out was not food, but a series of languages ​​he had never mastered.

The moment the terrible murmur appeared in the room, Riley covered her ears in pain, fell to the ground, and let out an astonishing scream. The Scarlet Witch also began to huff and puff, as if she was being pinched by something.

Covered the neck.

Xu Shangqi covered his mouth desperately, but his stomach seemed to be grasped by a big hand, and it kept squeezing out the vague and weird language. Xu Shangqi hit his head on the coffee table in despair.

, but the pain did not wake him up at all.

In the haze of tears, Xu Shangqi saw the last golden glow of the setting sun fade between the gaps in the curtains, and darkness had fallen.

The screams of Wanda and Riley continued to echo in the room, and their painful faces fell into Xu Shangqi's eyes.

Those were once his favorite characters, and he had been moved to tears by watching them on the movie screen countless times.

Even Thanos didn't make Spider-Man so painful.

The moment this thought appeared in Xu Shangqi's mind, unspeakable boundless anger burned through his soul.

The string in Xu Shangqi's mind was completely broken. He tremblingly threw himself on the sofa and touched the fruit knife he had placed in the gap.

Underneath the frightened eyes was a trembling, open mouth, and the sharp blade reflected the desperate eyes.

In an instant, blood spattered, and the nerve reflex caused by severe pain caused the severed tongue to still twitch slightly after it fell to the ground, like a fish thrown to the shore.

In the silence as the whispers disappeared, Xu Shangqi, whose mouth was full of blood, felt for the first time such a strong smell of blood lingering between his mouth and nose.

Then he discovered that he didn't dislike the taste of blood that much, and even after losing his sense of taste, he could still taste a hint of sweetness from it.

Xu Shang lay weakly on the coffee table, but he raised his head hard and swallowed the blood that should have been vomited out. The tears that blurred his vision stopped flowing, allowing him to see through the gaps in the curtains.

See the stars in the night sky clearly.

While panting, Xu Shangqi discovered that it was not the blood that was sweet, but the taste of victory.

In the same dark room, the quivering tip of the quill pen wrote this sentence on the black notebook -

"If I write about the end of the world, I can't just write about the end of the world. I have to write about fools who survive by accident, smart people who are just one move away from the agency, good people who are driven to madness, and bad people who make selfless sacrifices.

We should write about great heroes and compose hymns of courage, and we should also write about ordinary people who are as humble as dust, desperate and bloody, but willing to enjoy it."
Chapter completed!