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Chapter 62 Empathy
She saw the young Gāsh hiding under the table. With a series of violent insults, the man first beat the woman and then went to the kitchen to get a knife to dismember her. Gāsh huddled under the table and watched the man chop the woman's body into pieces like pork. The blood spread on the floor like a flood and spread to Gāsh's feet.

After the man left, he crawled to the black plastic bags. The bags were tied in knots, so he could only feel them to identify which bag contained the head. As the young Jiashi felt around, he whispered, "Mom, mom, where are you?"

The scene changed, and Gashi was standing in a large pit full of blood. Under his feet was a flat ground piled with corpses.

All the dead were wearing command uniforms.

He walked among the corpses, taking off the name tags around their necks one by one.

Silver brand-name necklaces were tied around his two hands, so many that they formed iron arms. The weight pressed down on him, making every step he took extremely heavy.

Jiashi had no expression on his face, he just repeated the action of bending down to pick up the things over and over again.

Finally, he climbed out of the blood pit, stood at the edge of the pit holding a torch, lowered his eyes to look down at his teammates who had fought side by side with him in the pit, and threw the torch down.

The fire burned for three days and three nights, and the smell of burnt corpse oil was forever engraved in his sense of smell.

The picture distorted and the scene changed. Lu Zhizhi saw Jiashi lying on a cold stretcher with steel nails being gradually driven into his body. He was like a broken machine being repaired on an operating table.

He had been injected with an overdose of anesthetic, but the sentinel's extraordinary five senses magnified his pain. Jiashi's body twitched uncontrollably on the operating table, and the veins on his forehead and neck seemed like they would burst in the next second. He tilted his head back, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound. His breathing turned into a "huh" and "huh" sound from his throat.

When the seventeenth nail was driven in, Jiashi could no longer bear it. He hypnotized himself and associated pain with pleasure. After that, every time he felt pain, he would inevitably feel numbness and excitement.

Lu Zhizhi left his neck in a daze.

She saw too many bloody scenes through Jiashi's blood, and it was hard to imagine that anyone could survive such great distortion and pain.

At this moment, she felt dizzy and the sweet taste of blood still lingered in her mouth.

The darkness in Lu Zhizhi's eyes faded, her fangs gradually disappeared, and the huge emptiness in her body was filled, replaced by dejected despair. This despair was not hers, but Gashi's.

Because she drank his blood, Lu Zhizhi tasted his emotions.

She saw that Gashi's face had turned visibly pale due to blood loss.

"you"

Lu Zhizhi looked at him with a complicated expression. Just sucking blood for six or seven minutes made her heart surge with negative emotions such as irritability, boredom, and murderous intent. These all came from Jiashi and were perhaps just the tip of the iceberg.

Seeing her stop, Jiashi gently held Lu Zhizhi's face, wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, and said, "Good girl, are you full?"

“I’m infected.”

"I know." Jiashi turned his head to reveal the blue veins on his neck, where there were two tooth marks. "Do you want more?"

Lu Zhizhi frowned, "If I say I'm infected, won't you kill me? I'll turn into a different beast."

Jiashi was stunned for a moment, and looked at her seriously, his fox eyes full of affection, but this time there was no lust, just pure tenderness.

He touched Lu Zhizhi's hair and said calmly: "The total population of the twelve cities is 17 million. I will kill one for you every day so that you can eat enough and you won't mutate into a beast."

madman.

Lu Zhizhi closed her eyes tiredly and hugged her head in pain, feeling that those emotions were vaporizing her brain like sulfuric acid.

Seeing her condition, Jiashi and Hector approached her to ask about her. Jiashi reached out to hug her, but was slapped away by Lu Zhizhi. His hands froze in the air, his whole body stiff. He saw Lu Zhizhi gasping weakly, looking at him with hostility, her eyes full of resistance.

Gashi's heart felt like it was being squeezed by a hand, unable to supply blood and was about to explode.

Hector hugged Lu Zhizhi from behind, covered her eyes with his big hands, and said to Jiashi, "She is feeling very uncomfortable now."

Both of them knew that this was a chain reaction after sucking blood. Lu Zhizhi must have just seen Jiashi's past, and because of the blood, she had to empathize with Jiashi. Now she inevitably had the same symptoms as him - mental pollution.

Jiashi's fingertips curled up and slowly dropped. He fell into a rare silence.

Hector's indifferent and empty eyes condensed into a point, and there was worry in his eyes. He spoke straight and mechanically: "Jashi, let her forget it, she is in pain."

Jiashi looked at Lu Zhizhi who was trembling in Hector's arms, and was so dazed that he lost all expression.

He knew how much pain she was in at that moment because he was very familiar with that pain.

But he didn't want her to forget it. Whether it was the eager desire when she bit his neck, or the passionate kiss tonight, he didn't want her to forget it.
Hector felt through his palm that Lu Zhizhi's trembling had intensified. She curled up her body desperately, her whole body drenched in sweat. Although she had just sucked blood, her little face was abnormally pale.

He could only hug her tighter, frowning at the distraught man opposite him, and warned, "Jashi, hurry up."

After a delay of three seconds, Jiashi finally arrived in front of Lu Zhizhi.

Hector put down his hand that was covering her eyes, and Jia Shi gently pinched her chin and looked at her. He saw that Lu Zhizhi's pupils dilated slightly.

Jiashi's fingertips caressed her cheek lovingly, and he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Nothing happened tonight. You had a good dream."

After saying the last word with difficulty, he saw Lu Zhizhi's eyelashes trembled and fell, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep in Hector's arms. Her brows relaxed, her expression was no longer painful, and she seemed to have had a peaceful dream.

Jiashi's hand was reluctant to let go. His lower eyelids turned red. He frowned and used his fingertips to stroke her eyebrows, along her nose and then to her lips.

Hector saw Gashi lower his eyes in sorrow, and finally with his fingertips trembling slightly, he retracted his hand, and heard him say, "I thought I wouldn't feel any more pain."

Jiashi stared at the ground absentmindedly, without any expression, as if talking to himself: "I obviously won't feel any pain anymore."

Hector couldn't understand such complicated feelings. He just glanced at Jiashi indifferently, gently put Lu Zhizhi back on the bed, and restored everything in the room to its original state.

Before leaving, he saw Jiashi still standing by the bed, looking at the sleeping Lu Zhizhi, wondering what he was thinking.

Hector asked, "Aren't you going?"

Gashi said, "She hates my blood too, doesn't she?"

Hector didn't understand why he was sad, so he asked again: "Are you going or not?"

Jiashi took one last look at Lu Zhizhi's sleeping face, then left quietly in the night with Hector.

It seemed as if no one had ever been in the room.

When everything returned to silence, the girl lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

(End of this chapter)