"Okay, let's say a few less words and work." Hearing the little brother beside him, the big man glared at him dissatisfiedly and shouted loudly at the burly men who were smiling around him.

"Yes, yes." Hearing the big man's shout, the younger brothers around him responded with laughter.

With a few light sounds and a scream, Zhang Yingjun's limbs were interrupted.

"Okay, go back. In this case, I guess this little devil can't last long. Well, we are still very kind and have not ended a life with our own hands, right?" Zhang Yingjun, who was interrupted by himself and others and threw his limbs to the riverside, half soaked in the water, could not see the human appearance at all. Looking at Zhang Yingjun's twisted limbs and his twitching face, he felt the rapid passing of Zhang Yingjun's life. He smiled with satisfaction, nodded, and said to the younger brothers around him with a peaceful face.

After hearing the village chief's words, how could the younger brothers lose their composure? They nodded with a smile and agreed.

"Then, let's go, the old woman at home is still stewing soup waiting for me." The village chief who felt his authoritative among the crowd said while walking with a smile.

After a few sounds of starting the car, the quiet riverside returned to peace. Only the faint sound of flowing water and the moans of insects.

Time passed, and the cold river water flowed by Zhang Yingjun's side, taking away the heat from Zhang Yingjun's body and taking away Zhang Yingjun's little vitality.

It seemed to be the awakening effect of the cold river water, and it seemed to be the rebirth before the dying. In the few minutes before Zhang Yingjun's life was about to disappear, Zhang Yingjun, who fainted, woke up.

Zhang Yingjun, who woke up, seemed not to feel the pain. He struggled to open his eyes and looked at the beautiful night sky foolishly.

"I am unwilling to give up, why, why!!!" The sadness, grievances of the hard life for more than ten years, the hope for a better campus life, the expectation for a future life, the anger for reality, the despair of the present, the fear of death, the resentment of the village chief and others condensed into a wail of life. At the moment when Zhang Yingjun was about to die, he roared out.

"It doesn't matter if you are unwilling to give up. Power changes destiny. I have great power here, the power that can change your destiny at the cost of your soul after death. Do you want to trade?" At the moment when Zhang Yingjun let out the roar of his soul, a pink contract document appeared in front of Zhang Yingjun, and the red contract document flashed with strange light, hanging up Zhang Yingjun's life that was about to die.

"Damn it? My soul, can I not agree? I can still live if I agree. If I don't agree, the glory that holds my life will probably stop immediately." Looking at the contract document flashing with red light, Zhang Yingjun said with a wry smile.

"A very smart choice, then the contract is established." Hearing Zhang Yingjun's words, the contract document turned into a flash and threw it into Zhang Yingjun's body.

"Village Chief, you must have thought that I was still alive." At the moment when the contract document was possessed, a red light flashed across Zhang Yingjun's body. His broken limbs and his injuries were healed in an instant. He felt the best state that had never been before, and the powerful force in his body and the power of the terrifying flame. Zhang Yingjun made a move, and a red flame with good power floated on Zhang Yingjun's hand. Under the light of the fire, Zhang Yingjun's originally handsome face looked so ferocious.

That night, the village caught fire, and the surging flames turned the entire village into ashes. Nearly 6,000 people in a village were buried in the sea of ​​fire, and none of them were spared.

"Does the young man's physical and mental immaturity, the change of mind and nature between life and death, and the powerful power of the Fire Dragon Gift, twist the soul of this young man? Without a strong heart, you cannot control the powerful power. It seems that it depends on the gifts of people in the future." Makoto Ito, who was floating in the sky, looked at Zhang Yingjun, who was laughing wildly and ignited the entire village with the Fire Dragon Gift, and said lightly.

After saying that, Makoto Ito disappeared between the world, leaving only the village burning by flames and Zhang Yingjun whose soul had been twisted.

The death of thousands of people is a great tragedy, but who knows that the cause of this huge tragedy is actually a gentle help.

PS: Thanks to British Saber for his monthly pass.

I don’t know why, but I wrote this chapter very happily. The underworld was so damned. Could it be that it was because I didn’t have N interviews with the civil servants, which made me damned. No, I want to write a good story that heals people’s hearts.
Chapter completed!