The 100th person I killed was a stunningly beautiful prostitute.
She seemed to have expected that someone would come to kill her, but she never believed that it was me - a child who was under 12 years old and should still be a child.
When she died, the plain white gauze dress was stained with bright red blood flowers. It was not inappropriate but more decorative, making her so beautiful that she couldn't stand it.
"You are still a child, it's better not to be so cruel," she smiled again, pale but with a little life, "everyone of your dearest
People will die because of you. "
When she said these words, she fell in front of me with tears, her long hair brushing her face, itching.
That night, all my brothers and sisters died in Die Xuan where I was.
When I returned, only the master sat on the threshold and said with a smile, "Welcome back." That hypocritical smile was heartbreaking.
"Are we just the two of us?"
"Little Linqian, let's go."
I didn't say much.
The master stood up, patted the fine dust on his body, took my hand, and left that place.