Son-in-law's Romantic Life

At this moment, the beggar exerted a little bit of force on his finger, and the knife instantly escaped from the man's hand and was snatched away by the beggar.    

He grinned and revealed a cruel smile.    

In a trance, it really was like a fierce tiger, and a jackal appeared in front of him. The indescribable fear in his heart made this man unable to bear it anymore. An ear-piercing scream suddenly came out of his mouth. He turned around and ran.    

He could not bear that kind of pressure anymore.    

This beggar was too strange. With just a glance, he had caused the man with the life in his hand to feel a deep-rooted fear.    

He had killed people before.    

Really, he had killed people before.    

Originally, this man had thought that after reaching his level, he would no longer have any feelings of fear.    

But now, this man suddenly realized helplessly that he was afraid. Furthermore, it was an unforgettable fear.    

The beggar's body carried an indescribable terrifying pressure. Just standing in front of this beggar made this man's hair stand on end.    

Unable to bear that feeling any longer, the man took both his legs and desperately ran for his life.    

If he continued to stay in front of this beggar, he would die.    

But this man had clearly misjudged one thing.    

If he stayed in front of this beggar, he would die. However, even if he desperately tried to escape, it didn't mean that this fellow would be able to survive.    

It was true.    

As he ran forward, he turned his head to look. However, just as he turned his head, he realized that the beggar had suddenly appeared behind him. He was silent, like a ghost.    

In the next second, the beggar's long arm suddenly stretched out. He covered the man's mouth and pulled hard.    

His head was lifted involuntarily. His neck was completely exposed.    

The scimitar that had fallen into the beggar's hand directly stretched out and lay horizontally in front of the man's neck.    

Then, a sharp pain came.    

The beggar's movements were very slow.    

It was as if he wanted to let this man taste the pain.    

Bit by bit, he cut open the man's throat.    

Fresh blood gushed out.    

Taste the taste of death bit by bit. To anyone, this kind of feeling would definitely not be good.    

The beggar seemed to do this kind of thing often.    

He had long gotten used to it. Even if he did not have the memories from before, the entire process was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest bit of stagnation.    

It was like a pure instinct of the body.    

How many people had he killed to have this kind of instinct?    

The beggar finally let go of the man. The man covered his throat with both hands and his body twitched violently. He desperately wanted to run away from the beggar.    

If he went to the hospital right now, he might still be saved and have a chance to live.    

When a person was on the verge of death, this was probably the most normal reaction. No matter what, he wanted to grab any opportunity to survive, no matter how slim that chance was.    

At this moment, this man finally realized that life was actually such a precious thing.    

However, the beggar blocked this man.    

The man pushed with all his might, grabbing the beggar's face.    

But other than leaving some blood on the beggar's body, it was useless.    

His body twitched and he gradually lost his strength as he fell to the ground.    

Dead.    

I killed this person.    

There didn't seem to be any fluctuations in his heart.    

In the rain, blood flowed down from the wound on his neck.    

His eyes were filled with a layer of blood, even making the beggar feel as if his entire world had turned bright red.    

His throat couldn't help but wriggle.    

He stared at the motionless corpse in front of him.    

The beggar could feel something strange surging out from the depths of his heart.    

Despot, darkness, slaughter, blood-curdling screams. Death...    

Scenes flashed crazily in his mind.    

It was as if he was watching a movie.    

The stimulation of fresh blood, the stimulation of a corpse.    

The sound of screaming, the rain of bullets.    

Women...    

In his mind, a certain string that had been broken was reattached.    

In his head, there was a piercing pain for no reason.    

That kind of pain made the beggar involuntarily hold his head with both hands and let out a roar that sounded like the roar of a wild beast.    

His head hurt so much. What exactly was that?    

North Frontier Prison?    

Where was that?    

Venomous Spider?    

Wolf Woman?    

Old man?    

Desert?    

Tornado, sandstorm, helicopter?    

There was too much information in his mind. Even the beggar could not digest so much information at the moment. His body was curled up on the wet ground and kept twitching.    

More and more scenes appeared. The terrorists, the rivers of blood, the mountains of corpses, the exploding helicopters, the flames flying up and down.    

He remembered, he finally remembered.    

I'm back.    

Another roar came from his throat, and his body suddenly stood up. The pain in his head was quickly disappearing.    

'I finally remembered some of my memories.'    

Not many, but at least I know who I am.    

My name is Ye Chen.    

I live in a place called North Frontier Prison. I have killed many people there.    

I also have a woman called Venomous Spider. She also has a companion, Wolf Woman.    

Why would I live in North Frontier Prison and become a prisoner there? Did I do anything bad?    

I don't know, my memory hasn't fully recovered. It's just a part of it.    

My memory hasn't been lost. I feel as if my brain has received a very violent shock. It has completely shattered the memories in my mind.    

However, when I'm under some kind of intense stimulation, these memory fragments can still be reconnected.    

It was just like the scene before me.    

The stimulation of the corpse and fresh blood makes me recall the most bloody memory fragments.    

From these memories, I am not a good person.    

Instead, I am a devil who has killed countless people.    

As for how many people I have killed, perhaps even I am not very clear. The only thing I can be sure of is that number, many, many, many...    

Is this the me from before?    

Truly abnormal, to actually kill so many people.    

However, since that is the me from before, then follow this kind of method and continue living on.    

In my heart, I don't seem to hate that kind of feeling. In fact, I even have a vague feeling of excitement.