After Slaughtering Everyone in the Village, I Fell into the Demonic Path

(No System, no rebirth) + (Decisive and ruthless, not a saint) + (Strong story) + (Demonic path)

Watching his family exposed in the wilderness, Zhao Shi was overcome with grief.

He begged the whole village for help.

“Please, all of you, speak up for me. Anyone can see that I was framed.”

“How can you all be so cold? Why won't anyone say a word? Are you really going to stand by and do nothing?”

“How can your hearts be so cold? My family had their heads cut off, and now their bodies have been dug up and left to bake in the sun. How can you bear to watch this happen to them?”

“Fine. Since there isn't a single clean soul left in this world, then rather than let you all remain filthy, I'll kill every last one of you.”

She pointed at Zhao Wuqing. “You're a bad person.”

“It's not as if good and evil are so clearly defined in this world.”

“How can they not be? You're a heretic, scorned by the righteous path. You kill innocent people without remorse. You've lost every shred of decency.”

“Ah.”

Zhao Wuqing sighed, walked into the street, and gave a silver ingot to an old man who was begging.

The old man bowed deeply and cried out, “A good man! What a good man...”