"Yes, death is not the end."

"It is much more painful than dying directly from his original identity, losing his freedom, being penniless, and becoming a prisoner."

Thinking of this, the breath in my heart began to slowly vent.

Immediately afterwards, another emotion spread in Wu Zhenyu's heart.

That is regret.

Because of this kind of garbage person, he also ruined his life. How can he not regret it?

Originally, he could still get into a university, but no matter how bad he was, he could get into a second-tier university. After graduation, he found a good job, married a wife, and let his father hold his grandson as soon as possible.

But now, everything is ruined!!

It turned out that only a trace of regret began to expand rapidly. In this situation of happiness and annoyance, Wu Zhenyu began to get hot and cold. He was paralyzed on the ground with a "thump" and fainted directly.

...

At ten o'clock that night, Zhou Yi came to this men's house and continued to inspect Wu Zhenyu's spiritual world.

"How is he? Have you woken up?"

"I woke up at six o'clock in the evening, but I was in a bad state and then fell asleep again."

"I understand, but I believe it will be better tomorrow." Zhou Yi was very happy. After dealing with the bad teacher, he was fully satisfied in his heart.

It feels very fulfilling and has been further improved in spiritual energy.

No matter what the evaluation is, it is considered to have done a good thing.

On the other hand, the time for a good harvest is here!

He turned into the bathroom and washed his face, and washed his hands specifically, trying to get good luck through this superstitious method.

"Come on, good luck, have a big red hand!"

He brought the dream ring and introduced the spiritual energy into it, a thin and long spiritual tentacle spread out from the dream ring.

After touching Wu Zhenyu's temple, he sensed the other party's spiritual world.

"Wu Zhenyu, open the door."

Wu Zhenyu was sleeping. After hearing Zhou Yi's voice, he immediately relaxed and let him in.

"Mr. Zhou...Mr. Zhou, what should I do? What should I do next? I'm so annoying now, very annoying! What should I do?" As soon as he saw Zhou Yi, he instinctively asked for help.

Zhou Yi helped him solve this great enemy, and in his heart, he was almost like a savior.

And the subconscious mind will not lie, nor will it beat around the bush, constantly asking Zhou Yi, "What should we do next?"

"Now you know you regret it?"

After all, Wu Zhenyu is just a student who has just turned 18. He should have gone to school and enjoyed his youth, but now he is locked up in Xisou. After the power deep in his heart disappeared, his heart began to slowly recover, not as full of hostility as before.

"I regret it, I regret it! I'm simply a fool. I actually want to die with such a person."

"Luckily, I didn't really kill anyone... Luckily, fortunately, a physical education teacher stopped me, and I should thank him. Am I going to buy him some gifts?"

"You should really buy some gifts to thank him."

Wu Zhenyu was nagging, just like an old woman's foot binding cloth, and began to regret life constantly.

In his subconscious, Zhou Yi was the most trustworthy person and said everything.

"But most of my life has been ruined!"

"How do I face my father after I am released from prison? My uncle and my former classmates? How do I face them! I will be released from prison in half a year, and I should have gone to college..." Wu Zhenyu became more and more painful as he spoke, and he was hysterical there with a howling voice.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no entity in the spiritual world, tears and snot might have flowed out.

Zhou Yi said: "Don't you have the skills of sewing machines? After you are released from prison, it's okay to find a factory to work."

"Ah? Sewing machine!" Wu Zhenyu was stunned. This was a little far from his dream.

After all, they are young people, who would like to be a worker in a factory?

Even if he likes sewing machines, he will never be able to work for the rest of his life.

He wanted to refute, but he didn't know where to start. How could he be so virtuous as a useless person like him make a name for himself?

Even his subconscious mind believed that he would never have a future in his life.

If you have no future, your father will not have dignity.

For a while, Wu Zhenyu was crying there, like a dementia.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and observed the surroundings.

Wu Zhenyu's spiritual world is extremely chaotic, and the rotation speed of the memory starry sky is about 3 times that of usual, which means that he may wake up from his sleep at any time.

"Don't be too anxious, I have a suggestion."

“What suggestions?”

"Go to another city to work. Your father still has the ability to take care of himself. He stays in his familiar hometown and has a job of sweeping the floor. He doesn't need your relief in a while. He is only in his forties and can still take care of himself."

"If you want to make a name for yourself, you have to go to another city, a place without acquaintances to start over from scratch. No one knows what you have ever been."

"Start from the beginning? Yes, start from the beginning, start from the beginning..." Wu Zhenyu began to murmur again, "I should start from the beginning."

"By the way, can I read these stories?"

"oh oh!"

Zhou Yi read a newly born memory bubble, which was big and red. He even faintly took this memory bubble as the core to form a new starry sky.

The scene inside is the ecstasy of reading the newspaper today and discovering the final facts.

This memory bubble is filled with the great pleasure of revenge, and the strong pleasure even overwhelms the original anger.

This kind of joy of evil people being punished makes Wu Zhenyu unable to extricate himself.

He is not without common sense and knows that such a crime cannot be sentenced to death, but isn’t it good to sentence ten or twenty years? How many decades and twenty years are there in his life? After he comes out, people are old and can’t keep up with society, and they will be pointed at by others.

So deep down, Wu Zhenyu was already satisfied with this result.

It is also mixed with a strong admiration for Zhou Yi. A letter of complaint will bring down. How can he not admire him?

"No, don't do this."

Zhou Yi was embarrassed... He actually didn't spend much effort.

The most important thing is that after the soil on which the black fog relies for survival was removed, it could no longer develop and grow.

It began to struggle constantly, trying to make Wu Zhenyu angry again through emotional infection.

However, the black fog could not suppress the pleasure of revenge and the confusion that followed.

During the tug-of-war, it began to slowly collapse and dissipate, and it did not even have time to take care of Zhou Yi, an external object.
Chapter completed!