My whole family abuses me? Then I will abuse the whole family!

Chapter 172 I am what you commonly call Black Impermanence

Wen Jing was frightened by her appearance and screamed repeatedly. She pulled out the knife and stabbed her again.

He stabbed him seven or eight times in a row.

He was obviously scared to death, but he was also doing the job of killing people. The scene was very weird for a while.

Lin Zhen just stood there with the same posture.

He tilted his head and watched her movements.

"Did you enjoy the stabbing?" Blood trickled down from his mouth and dripped onto Wen Jing's hand.

Wen Jing was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

Seeing the sickle in her hand, he immediately snatched it away and swung it towards her head.

Lin Zhen's head was cut off and fell to the ground, rolling several times.

The body still stood there.

What was weird was that the head bent spontaneously, and its eyes stared at Wen Jing like red light bulbs, with its bloody mouth smiling sinisterly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

The next moment, the entire head exploded, and the body in front of him also exploded. Blood mist spread and turned into a blood wave.

In a few blinks of an eye, the blood reached his waist.

Wen Jing was stunned and turned to run out the door, only to find that the door was blocked by blood and could not be opened no matter what she did.

Wen Jing swam towards the window again. Within a few breaths, the blood covered her neck and rose all the way to her head until it filled the entire ward.

Blood poured into her nasal cavity, and the fishy smell made Wen Jing feel so sick that she wanted to vomit.

"drop--"

"The patient is in cardiac arrest!"

.....(Raise your hand if you see this)

Several people in the operating room were fighting for their lives with the god of death, and several people waiting outside the operating room were getting anxious.

The nurse just came out and issued a critical illness notice.

Wen Jing was pierced in the lung by a sharp stone and suffered cardiac arrest during the operation, so the family members were asked to be mentally prepared.

The lung was punctured and the heart was in arrest.

Xu Ye had thick gauze wrapped around his head, arms and legs. He was walking back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.

The police officer next to him advised: "You need to rest."

Fang Yanxin sat aside with a gloomy face, as if he wanted to beat the idiot in front of him to death the next moment.

"Sit down, you bastard!"

Xu Ye's whole body stiffened for a moment. He was already feeling very guilty, and now he was yelled at, and his unwillingness to admit defeat came back.

"I won't sit down!"

Fang Yanxin stood up, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the back, "If you don't want to sit down, go back and stop bothering me here!"

Xu Ye was already weak, and he was dragged a few steps by him like a chicken.

Struggling to get free, "Let go!"

Fang Yanxin really let go, and Xu Ye fell down due to inertia, sprawling on his back.

Xu Ye was injured after the fall, and he broke out in sweat the instant the pain hit him.

He felt pain and anger, "Are you sick?"

Fang Yanxin retorted, "I think you are the one who is sick."

"If you hadn't insisted on going with her and becoming a burden, would she have become like this?"

Xu Ye was struck in the heart by his words, and he yelled, "What do you care? I can go wherever I want!"

His voice was a bit loud, and the policeman next to him warned him coldly, "This is a hospital, be quiet!"

Fang Yanxin snorted coldly and didn't want to say anything. He returned to his seat and looked up at the door of the operating room.

But my hands were shaking a little.

He was so panicked that he felt he could hear every beat of his own heart.

I pray silently, you can't die...I won't let you die...

After Xu Ye was angry, he felt aggrieved.

Extremely wronged.

He just sat on the ground and began to sob.

Zhang Youcai sat there crookedly as if he had no bones, with a calm face, and witnessed the entire fight between the two little brats.

He sighed, but didn't say anything.

He counted with his fingers and smiled, "He's quite brave. He even dared to kill the Soul Catcher."

After An Feng dealt with the follow-up matters at the scene, he rushed to the hospital without stopping.

Outside the operating room, I saw one person sitting on the ground crying, another sitting there with a sullen face, and the Taoist priest sitting nearby, looking as if he was enjoying a good show.

The scene was inexplicably strange.

The policeman nearby hurried over and explained the situation to him.

An Feng's eyes darkened and his face was full of worry. He stood aside and waited.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Everyone is suffering.

Wen Jing, who was lying inside, was also suffering.

She closed her eyes tightly and her heart was silent.

The doctors tried their best to fight against death.

They couldn't see that Wen Jing was fighting with the same 'person' again and again, trapped in a cycle.

This 'person' would appear in a different form every time, all of them were people she knew, and the weapons in their hands were also different.

There are swords, spears, halberds, chains, ropes, axes and everything else.

Every time, Wen Jing would find an opportunity to kill this "person", and finally be drowned in a sea of ​​blood, ending this cycle.

This time it was An An, who was just over four months old. She was holding a huge axe taller than herself in her little hands and chasing Wen Jing to chop her.

He yelled fiercely, "Stop, let me chop you too! I'll let you off the hook for stabbing me!"

Wen Jing ran to the bedside in two steps, swung the infusion pole, turned around and hit her with the axe in her hand.

With a dull "bang", the axe in An An's hand was knocked aside.

Wen Jing strode over, picked up the axe and chopped it on An An's head.

"Click!"

'An An's' head was split in half.

His mouth was still intact, and he cursed loudly, "Fuck, I'm still a baby! How could you really have the heart to do that to me?!"

Wen Jing swung the axe and chopped it down again, this time aiming at her neck, "You are a ghost's baby, who are you, why do you want to trap me in this place?"

An An jumped back to avoid it, and half of his brain fell off with a snap, like a piece of tofu brain, breaking into pieces.

"If you have something to say, please say it and don't touch me!"

Wen Jing clenched the axe tightly and said, "Let me out and I'll talk to you properly."

An An's cracked face showed some helplessness, "Why are you like this?" He snapped his fingers with one hand.

"boom!"

The small body exploded and turned into a large amount of blood mist that spread out.

When Wen Jing saw the blood mist, she knew that the room would soon be flooded with blood again.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waited for the blood to drown him.

It's been a long time since I felt that suffocating feeling.

When he opened one eye, he saw a strange young man in a black suit, sitting on a European-style chair that appeared from nowhere, with a red wine glass in his hand, which was filled with a dark red unknown liquid.

His hair was combed back neatly, revealing a handsome and evil face. His complexion was very pale, and his lips looked very red.

His eyes were equally bright red.

He looked at her with a smile, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Fan Qing."

Wen Jing frowned, "I don't know you."

Fan Qing was already used to it. "I am what you commonly call the Black Impermanence. You are familiar with this, right?"

Wen Jing looked him up and down with a complicated expression, "Where's your soul-catching rope? Where's your black robe and black hat? And where's Bai Wuchang?"

Fan Qing repeated without any emotion what he had said tens of thousands of times.

"Don't be brainwashed by TV dramas. We are ghost messengers the same as we were in life. We are collectively called soul-collectors. Black and White Impermanence are just our leaders. People die every minute in this world. If we let Black and White Impermanence collect souls, they will be exhausted. There are not enough people who are qualified to be ghost messengers. It is a waste of ghost resources in the underworld to have two ghost messengers to collect one person's soul. We soul-collectors also get paid based on our performance. It is not easy to share the performance when two of us go on a mission together."

Wen Jing was shocked. "What? You guys are still getting paid?"

Fan Qing smiled and said seductively, "Our welfare benefits in the underworld are very good. I think you have good qualifications. Why don't you come with me to the underworld to be a ghost messenger?"