My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

The Jiangcheng Funeral Home is located on a desolate mountain in the western suburbs. It is usually gloomy and terrifying, but now, under the roar of thunder and rain, it looks more like a ghost palace standing on the banks of the River Styx.

Qin Meng pushed open the door to the freezer section.

A pungent smell of formaldehyde wafted towards me.

The morgue number 3 at the end of the corridor was lit with a stark white light, and the sounds of several men complaining could be heard from inside.

"What bad luck, having to do this dirty work in the middle of the night."

A middle-aged man wearing a white coat stained with oil was adjusting the speed of an electric bone saw.

"Alright, Lao Zhang, stop complaining." A young man with dyed yellow hair next to him lit a cigarette, leaned against the morgue, and blew a smoke ring.

"The money Young Master Zhao gave you is enough for you to live a carefree life for half your life. What's wrong with chopping up a couple of corpses? It's not like you're killing living people, so what's there to be afraid of?"

"The smell is too strong, it makes me want to throw up." Old Zhang spat on the ground.

On the morgue in front of him lay two bodies side by side.

Even though they had been dead for a long time, their faces were still distorted, marks left by the immense suffering they had endured in life.

They were Qin Meng's parents.

"Let's get started." Another fat man threw several black garbage bags on the ground.

"Young Master Zhao instructed that it should be chopped up more finely and that the meat and bones should be separated, saying that those Tibetan mastiffs are picky eaters and won't eat anything with thorns."

"Okay, okay."

Old Zhang pressed the switch.

Sizzle—!

The high-speed rotating saw blade emitted a sharp whistling sound.

His large, calloused hand pressed down on Qin's father's stiff left leg, and the saw blade slowly pressed down.

"Bear with it, you old hag, who told you to have such a blind son? Next time you're reborn, make sure you're properly protected... damn it!"

boom!

Before Old Zhang could finish reciting the Rebirth Mantra, the thickened soundproof iron door, along with half of the cement wall, exploded instantly.

It wasn't pushed away, it was smashed to pieces!

The shockwave, carrying twisted sheet metal and gravel, swept across the entire morgue like a cannonball.

Before the blond-haired man could even react, a deformed iron door slammed him against the wall.

It was literally "slapped" on; you can't even pry it off.

Blood seeped through the cracks in the sheet metal, staining the wall.

"Who?!"

Old Zhang's hand trembled, and the chainsaw cut into the metal edge of the bed, sparks flying everywhere.

The fat man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, staring at the doorway in terror.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A man, soaking wet and shirtless, stood there.

Rainwater slid down his bronzed muscles and dripped onto the floor with a clear, pattering sound.

He had no wounds on his body, but the suffocating smell of blood was a hundred times stronger than the deathly aura in the morgue.

Qin Meng remained silent.

His gaze fell on the chainsaw that was still spinning in Old Zhang's hand, and then he looked at his father's leg, which had been cut open.

The fire in his eyes was frighteningly black.

"What...what are you doing?" Old Zhang turned off the chainsaw, instinctively holding the weapon to his chest, his voice trembling. "This is private property! Unauthorized personnel, get out!"

Qin Meng stepped in.

He walked very slowly, his feet treading on the broken glass and blood on the ground without making a sound.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

The fat man pulled a boning knife from his waist, pointing it at Qin Meng with trembling hands, "We work for Young Master Zhao! If you dare..."

puff!

Before the fat man could finish speaking, he was suddenly launched into the air.

Qin Meng didn't even look at him directly.

The fat man, weighing 200 pounds, spun three and a half times in the air before his head slammed hard into the still-rotating ceiling fan.

Click!

The fan blades cut into the skull, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The corpse swayed twice while hanging there, and the boning knife in his hand clattered to the ground.

[Kill a villain, Violence Value +100]

Old Zhang completely broke down.

Who the hell is this person? Killing people is as casual as killing chickens?

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Old Zhang dropped the chainsaw, knelt on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed repeatedly. "Young Master Zhao forced me to do this! I was just trying to make a living! I have elderly parents and young children to support..."

Qin Meng walked up to him.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

The shadow completely covered Old Zhang's trembling body.

"Just trying to make a living."

Qin Meng repeated these four words.

He reached out and grabbed Old Zhang's hand, the one that had been pressing down on his father's leg.

"Is this the hand you use to eat?"

Click!

Bring your five fingers together.

It was like crushing a piece of crispy noodles. Old Zhang's palm and wrist were instantly squeezed into a shapeless lump of minced meat.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The scream was barely out of his mouth when a large foot stomped it back down into his throat.

Qin Meng stepped on Old Zhang's face, grinding it with his toes.

The cheekbone was fractured.

Jaw dislocation.

Old Zhang could only let out a suffocating "ho ho" sound, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

I also want to give you a chance.

Qin Meng bent down and picked up the chainsaw that was still warm from the ground.

Fingers press the switch.

Sizzle—!

The saw blade started spinning again, reflecting in Old Zhang's despairing eyes.

"But he wouldn't agree."

Qin Meng glanced at his father on the mortuary bed.

puff!

Blood suddenly appeared.

[Kill a villain, Violence Value +100]

Three corpses lay sprawled on the ground, their deaths more gruesome than any other body in the morgue.

The world is quiet now.

Only the ceiling fan with the fat man's corpse hanging on it was still creaking and turning.

Qin Meng turned off the chainsaw and casually tossed it into the trash can.

He walked to the sink in the corner and turned on the tap.

Splash splash splash.

He washed his hands carefully until the last trace of blood between his fingers was washed away, until his hands, which had killed countless people, were clean again.

He turned off the water and tore a brand new white cloth from the shelf next to him.

The movements are gentle.

He walked to the morgue.

First the father, then the mother.

With his hands, strong enough to tear steel, he gently straightened his parents' disheveled clothes and smoothed the frozen expressions of pain on their faces.

"Dad, Mom."

Qin Meng murmured softly, his voice hoarse, "My son is late."

He carefully held the two bodies together, wrapped them in the huge tarpaulin layer by layer, and finally tied a tight knot.

After doing all this, he carried the package on his shoulder with one hand.

The weight of over two hundred pounds felt as light as a feather under his terrifying physique.

hum-

In the corner, a red surveillance camera suddenly rotated, emitting a faint electrical hum.

That one-eyed lens was fixed on Qin Meng's figure.

Qin Meng stopped in his tracks.

He didn't shy away, but slowly turned his head, his dark eyes staring directly at the camera.

Separated by a screen, by an internet cable, by this long and dark rainy night.

He seemed to be looking directly at the Zhao family members sitting on the other end of the monitoring room.

The corners of his mouth slowly parted.

That was the savage grin of a madman declaring war on the world.

He raised his hand and slowly ran his thumb across his neck.

Snapped!

Qin Meng turned around and kicked the probe to pieces.

He carried his parents' bodies and strode into the raging storm.

Lightning tore through the night sky, stretching his solitary figure into an infinitely menacing silhouette.

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