There was a strange smell in the kitchen at night.

The smell of fried meat, mixed with the strange smell of fried monsters, and the temperature of pepper sprinkled on Yang Xuming's body, made the taste in the whole kitchen strong and complicated to the point of vomiting.

But for this foul-smelling kitchen, the "person" at the door obviously didn't care.

What she was watching was the lid in Yang Xuming's hands, and the boiling oil pan under the lid.

The moment the two sides looked at each other, Yang Xuming's free hand was slowly placed on the ignition switch of the stove.

In the kitchen, his calm voice sounded.

"I'm going to blow it up."

Yang Xuming's words are very succinct, so succinctly that there is no extra vocabulary for excuses.

"This monster is not our child."

Outside the kitchen door, Li Zi silently looked at him without any response.

However, the dark shadows on the floor were silently spreading towards Yang Xuming, towards the walls and ceiling of the kitchen.

Yang Xuming's hand was firmly holding the ignition switch, but there was no real ignition.

He stared at the blood-red wedding gown at the door, calmly but firmly said.

"You know, you also know that it is not our child."

"So you shut it in the room, forbid it to come out, forbid it to approach me."

"Because you know that it will kill me and it will kill you as well."

"You know these things very well."

"But you can't make up your mind to kill it, you can't bear to destroy it, part of its body is our child, no matter what, you can't do it yourself."

"So... I'm here."

"I'll do what you can't do, I'll bury this twisted monster."

"This is something I have to do, and I can't give up anyway. You can't stop me."

The black shadow in the kitchen has spread to Yang Xuming's feet.

Allowing Yang Xuming to finish all the words, these spreading shadows did not stop in any way.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming took a deep breath.

"do not do that……"

He looked at Plum, his eyes full of pleading, "Plum, please don't be like this."

"The child is gone, I don't want to lose you again."

"Even if you have become a ghost, I don't want to lose you again."

"I have lost too much."

"I can't let this monster live...really...I really can't let this monster live..."

"Anyway, please give me some hope of survival... even if you have become a ghost..."

Yang Xuming's pleading seems to have worked.

The black shadow spreading to his feet stopped.

The scarlet wedding dress outside the kitchen door looked at him dumbly without any response.

The two sides looked at each other, silent.

But at this moment, under the lid of Yang Xuming's hand, there was a weak neigh.

Weak and immature, like a child who has just learned to speak and is slurred.

It shouted weakly and desperately—Mom.

The moment this name appeared, the atmosphere in the kitchen solidified.

In the next second, the gust of wind rose again, and the cold gust of wind whistled and rolled up, tearing Yang Xuming's body frantically.

The horrible blackness spread to all corners of the entire kitchen in an instant, turning the entire kitchen into a strange and dark hell.

Standing in this black world, Yang Xuming was stiff and unable to move.

He felt that his body was frozen, and he was about to lose control of his body.

The oil pan under the lid is rapidly cooling down.

The monster in the oil pan laughed happily.

"mother……"

It shouted again.

Outside the kitchen door, the plum, which had been stationary, finally moved.

She took a step towards the kitchen, trying to walk towards the frying pan.

But at that moment, a black flame ignited all over Yang Xuming.

He stared at the plum at the door, gritted his teeth and roared.

"Fool Li! You have enough!"

Yang Xuming's wildfire burning hand struggled to break free from the shackles of the cold power and forcibly turned the ignition switch off.

The burning flame instantly sprayed out from the stove and began to roast the oil pan.

In the kitchen, Yang Xuming's angry roar sounded.

"This monster is not your child at all, so why don't you wake me up!"

"Become a ghost, you don't even have an IQ?"

"If this monster is just a simple monster, it won't affect anything, I don't care about you, I can even raise it with you."

"But it's not!"

"It will kill you, then kill me, and finally kill more people!"

"I don't care about other people, but they killed you and me... Don't forget, our **** vengeance has not been reported!"

"The people who killed you in Jiujiang, those who killed our family, are still at large!"

"Do you really have no resentment or hatred towards them?"

"Would you like to watch them continue to live and dominate?"

"They killed you and our family, they killed our children, and they caused me nothing."

"I will never forgive those bastards!"

"Before the blood is paid for and the villains pay the price, I must not die, and I will not allow you to die!"

"I want to use your eyes to watch, watch me personally hack to death that group of villains, watch me personally take revenge for you!"

"Even if you become a ghost, I have to open your eyes and show me clearly! What Yang Xuming, I have lost once, won't lose a second time!"

The dark ghost fire burned wildly on Yang Xuming's body.

He stared at the blood-red wedding gown in front of him, and shouted angrily, "Unless you kill me now and step over my corpse, otherwise you don't want to save this monster!"

"It must die tonight!"

"Heavenly King Lao Tzu can't save it if he comes!"

In Yang Xuming's hysterical angry roar, the oil pan boiled again in the flames.

The monster in the frying pan began to cry in pain and struggle weakly.

Buckled in the lid of the oil pan, the sound of monsters colliding inside constantly sounded.

But the sound was too weak, even the strength of the struggle seemed so weak that even the pan could not be shaken.

The blood-red wedding gown stood stiff at the kitchen door, in a dilemma.

Yang Xuming was burning with black ghost fire, staring at his girlfriend in front of him.

Confrontation, despair, anger, sorrow... the pain that cannot be said is boiling in Yang Xuming's chest.

His eyes became blood red, and his fingers were tightly clenched.

The blood-red wedding gown shook crazily in the cold wind, and the kitchen was overcast and windy, like a blizzard.

The chill of horror spreads indoors.

Finally, the cry in the oil pan became weaker and weaker.

Finally, it disappeared completely.

Even the strength to struggle is gone.

The monster in the pot lost its voice.

Seeing this scene, the blood-red wedding gown that had been standing still suddenly raised his head and let out a sorrowful cry of despair.

Scarlet tears of blood dripped down her face.

The terrifying cold wind rushed towards Yang Xuming.

"Yang Xuming!"

The moment the screams fell, the cold wind flew over Yang Xuming's face like a sharp blade, and the window behind him exploded.

Countless glass shards splashed outward.

But Yang Xuming, who was standing there, still stood there stubbornly, without backing up, even without blinking his eyelids.

He calmly stared at the girlfriend in front of him, and slowly removed the lid of the pot in his hand.

In the oil pan, only a bunch of scorched strange objects remained, and there was no reaction of any activity.

He looked at Plum and said calmly, "You can kill me."

"but……"

The blood-red flames began to spread to Yang Xuming's body.

He stood there quietly, and at some unknown time, all the dark ghost fire burning on Yang Xuming's body turned into a scarlet and terrifying red.

In the scarlet and scary red flame, Yang Xuming's expression looked extremely gloomy.

"...I won't wait and die!"

The silent confrontation lasted for a few seconds.

Then, all the black in the kitchen faded.

Li Zi looked at Yang Xuming quietly, with scarlet blood and tears overflowing in his eyes.

Then, she retreated slowly.

Disappeared in the kitchen.

What Yang Xuming could hear was the loud closing of the door in the next room.

The door of the room that had been closed to him was closed to him again after the monster entrenched in the room died.

Yang Xuming in the kitchen quietly listened to all this and took a deep breath.

Slowly loosened the lid of the pot...

"I did nothing wrong..."

Yang Xuming's murmur sounded in the cold wind blowing from outside the house.

"Damn it, those villains in Jiujiang."

He silently looked in the direction of Jiujiang, with fierce flames beating in his eyes, "All this is about to end."

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The third volume, "Insoluble Resentment", ends.

Please look forward to the fourth volume, "No Survival"