Chapter 89 The Aftereffects of Killing

"Remember what you just said." He Wen sneered, picked up Qiu Jie's dropped pistol, banged, and fired three shots into the sky.

The war has stopped.

The one-sided slaughter is full of blood.

More than 1,000 people in less than half an hour, and there are still about 500 people left, lying on the ground with terrified eyes.

Xu Wendong and Li Wenhao fled everywhere with pale faces and fled from the battlefield. Their eyes were afraid. That area has now become a hell. They want to escape from hell and stay away from the demon.

" put away the weapons and take these women back." Scarface shouted coldly, his stomach was churning, looking at the bodies all over the ground, his eyelids kept beating, and even some team members had already vomited.

Whose fault is this? What's wrong? Or is it Qiu Jie's fault?

Neither, it's this world.

The world has changed, and human life is like grass mustard.

"Let's go." He Wen patted Qiu Jie's face and walked to the camp.

"It's all burned."

"Yes."

The pungent smell of gasoline fills this empty area, but it fails to hide the disgusting blood.

He Wen stayed in the house, and everyone stood in front of him tremblingly.

"Get out of here." He Wen waved his hand, and the anger that had not yet dissipated made people feel cold.

"Why don't you move?" He Wen sat on the sofa and looked at the row of trembling people in front of him.

"Get out of here!" He Wen kicked over the table that had just been placed in front of the sofa.

"Yes!"

"You stay for me." He Wen pointed to Qiu Jie.

Everyone went out, leaving only a dull-faced Qiu Jie and He Wen in the room.

"Why don't you talk?" He Wen looked at Qiu Jie slantly: "Come here."

Qiu Jie walked to He Wen's body.

"Come here!" He Wen pulled Qiu Jie's short hair, his eyes were red and he was short of breath. His mind was full of bloody killing. His heart was crowded with the murderous atmosphere and was about to crack, making him suffocate. Someone in his mind urged him and kept saying a sentence: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

He Wen shook his head, pulled Qiu Jie's hair, and laughed like crazy, "Why don't you talk? Huh?"

Bum!

He Wen pulled Qiu Jie's hair and smashed it on the stone table.

The marble table did not crack, and Qiu Jie's forehead was full of blood, which looked extremely horrible.

"Speak!" He Wen's face is ferocious at this time, like a crazy devil.

In Qiu Jie's eyes, He Wen was the devil at this time. His eyes were full of killing, and the swollen blood filled his eyes, which was terrible.

"Devil! The devil!" At this time, Qiu Jie trembled and her pupils dilated. However, she looked at He Wen for a moment, and her heart seemed to be frozen and shattered by He Wen's cold eyes, like falling into an ice cave.

Tear!

He Wen laughed and suddenly tore Qiu Jie's clothes, and the cloth fluttered. The plump whole body made He Wen's breath stagnate, and then he was short of breath.

Outside the door.

Scarface looked anxious and wanted to knock on the door, but was stopped by Qiao Guoxing beside him.

"Brother Wen..." The scar is puzzled.

Qiao Guoxing has experienced it. He lit a cigarette at this time and coughed, "Don't disturb Brother Wen. Now he has survived by himself."

"What survived?" Not only the scar face, but also the people of Fang Xingtian are puzzled.

"I know a little about Brother Wen's current symptoms." Qiao Guoxing said with a worried face, and then continued, "This is the sequelae of killing, which is more terrible than the sequelae of war. It is rumored that Hitler was the war maniac during World War II."

"The sequelae of killing?" Scarface looked puzzled. He knew the aftereffects of the war. After all, he joined the special forces. The aftereffects of the war means that he was hit by encouragement in the war, suffered serious psychological trauma, and then formed a state of personality division.

"Yes, the sequelae of killing, Hitler, you know, using war to create killings, killing people, and indirectly die in his hands. There are not many sequelae of killing. I only know a few, Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Maximilian, Robespierre. The blood in these three people's hands is shocking, and I even heard that Tang Taizong's schizophrenia is not heredity, but a sequela of killing. Think about how many people Tang Taizong killed? His younger brother, brother, and even his father died indirectly at his hands because of his house arrest.

"You mean that Brother Wen is the sequelae of killing?" The scar face is dull.

"Brother Wen can only be regarded as the early stage. If proper venting can alleviate this state, his psychological burden is too heavy. A person bears a little too much, and then goes through a lot of killings, and then slowly becomes like this. Brother Wen is also suffering." Qiao Guoxing listened to the sound of the room with a worried look in the smoke.

Everyone was silent. They didn't know why He Wen was. He knew that He Wen must have suffered. His pressure was indeed too great.

At this time, He Wen tore Qiu Jie's trousers with a ferocious face.

Tear! Light yellow *-colored cloths reveal light bronze skin.

"So what to do now?" Scarface said urgently.

"Go and ask Cheng Li to bring the little princess over." Qiao Guoxing was silent for a while and said quietly, "If this doesn't work, then let's ask for more blessings."

Scarface invited Cheng Li over. In fact, Cheng Li heard the action here and had been listening for a long time.

At this time, Qiu Jie only had a black thong, and the clothes and trousers were flying all over the room.

"Uh-huh!"

A sharp pain came from her chest. Qiu Jie moaned whether it was pain or enjoyment, and her neck to cheeks were full of red tide.

The bruises of the five fingers of the two peaks were exposed, accompanied by severe pain and pleasure, which made Qiu Jie couldn't help moaning with a sad scream.

"Uncle!"

The voice of Dingding outside the door made He Wen's movements stagnate.

Bum!

The door was pulled straight open, and Ding Ding's face was suddenly frightened, and his eyes flashed with fear.

"Ding... Ding Ding. He Wen's eyes were still red, but there was a trace of clarity, and his trembling hands stroked Ding Ding's pale cheeks.

"Wow!" Ding Ding cried loudly. The moment the door opened, she wanted to cry but couldn't make a sound until He Wen's breath gradually changed from strange to his kind uncle. Only then did he unbridledly release his fears and grievances just now.

Cheng Li's pupils with Dingding in her arms were enlarged. The moment she opened the door, she seemed to see Death coming. She was stiff all over. It was not until He Wen took Dingding into the room that she slowly recovered. At this time, she found that her back had been soaked with cold sweat. The silent fear was difficult to express in words. All she knew that her time I can no longer sleep soundly and will be awakened by this nightmare in the middle of the night.

Ding Ding trembled in He Wen's arms, and He Wen's strange appearance made her young heart suddenly fall into the ice cave.

He Wen sat on the sofa with a silent face, and Qiu Jie curled up beside the sofa.

"Uncle?" Ding Ding shouted tentatively with a trill. At this moment, she dared not cry and resisted the tears that were about to squeeze out her eyes.

"Hmm?" He Wen looked at Dingding in his arms, kissed the corners of her eyes and whispered, "Are you afraid just now?"

"No... Don't be afraid. Dingding shook his head: "I know uncle is playing games with Dingding."

"Wow!" After saying that, Ding Ding cried again after confirming that this was the uncle who loved her in every way.

He Wen quietly hugged Dingding. Hearing Dingding's crying outside the door, he immediately broke in one by one.

"This..."

He Wen looked up at the crowd with a quiet face and smiled apologeticly: "I'm sorry to worry you."

"There is no... It's okay." The scar face scratched his head.

"Let's go, Brother Wen has recovered. It's time for us to work. After all, this is our camp, and we also need to bear some. For example, now, we should arrange those women." Qiao Guoxing exhaled and smiled.

No one went to see Qiu Jie on the ground. They all looked at He Wen with awe. Few people could get out of the sequelae of the killing. This is what Qiao Guoxing just said. These secrets were also heard from a senior relative and official. Although this is only the beginning, He Wen's current appearance makes them excited. Even excited, He Wen rarely smiled at them. At least in their impression, He Wen was an indifferent person. Even He Wen's cold appearance made them feel very kind now, and the little resentment in their hearts dissipated. As for the inhuman killing that was just left behind, what they need to do now is to enlighten those soldiers who still have grievances in their hearts.

They all left, and He Wen had stopped crying.

"Uncle."

"Hmm?"

"Your beard hasn't been shaved for a long time, and Dingding's face is very itchy." Ding Ding pointed to He Wen's chin.

He Wen looked at Dingding's tearless appearance and felt a little tingling in his heart. He couldn't help tightening Dingding's arms and put his face on Dingding's face and said softly, "Okay, uncle will scrape later."

"Well, keep your word, or you won't kiss Dingding." Dingding said with a serious face.

"If you don't kiss Dingding, who should I kiss?" He Wen asked with a smile.

"This?" Ding Ding bit his index finger with his big eyes open and thought, "Uncle can kiss Aunt Cheng Li."

Uh...

He Wen suddenly remembered Cheng Li's stubborn face. Now it seems that she still has many advantages.

Qiu Jie looked up at He Wen beside him tremblingly.

He Wen also turned his head and looked at Qiu Jie, and Qiu Jie quickly lowered her head.

He Wen wants to laugh a little. Is this the strong woman Lily?

However, He Wen also felt a little guilty about this woman.

"You go." He Wen said softly with a trace of guilt, after all, he had just done those things uncontrollably.

"Ah?" Qiu Jie suddenly raised her head, and a feeling of flatteredness suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart, as if the man who had just bullied her like a devil had suddenly changed his character, unbelievable.

At this time, Ling Yumeng also came in and brought a few clothes. He Wen turned his head to listen to Qiu Jie's rustling sound of clothes, and couldn't help thinking of Qiu Jie's blood spurting *, and his lower body was unconsciously hard.

"Uncle, what is this? It's so hard. Move it away. Dingding is uncomfortable." Ding Ding frowned.

Suddenly, He Wen looked embarrassed.

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