The first time Qin Siyang killed someone, it felt like a Gluttonous Feast—he was nervous and excited.
The second time Qin Siyang killed someone, it felt like a big meal-he was moderately nervous and a little excited.
By the time he had lost count of how many times he had killed, it felt like eating bread-he felt nothing but calm.
Blood dripped from his fist.
The blood on his fist was not his own. It belonged to several other people.
Looking at the lifeless bodies strewn across the hospital corridor, Qin Siyang took a deep breath.
At last, the frustration weighing on his heart eased a little.
First, he took all the money from their pockets. There were three silver coins and several hundred copper coins.
Those three silver coins were probably the ones he had given Teacher Zhu, which they had stolen from her.
Qin Siyang gripped the three silver coins, a jumble of emotions stirring inside him.
Ever since he had entered high school at [Ju'an School], Teacher Zhu had worked as the librarian. She had always kept the library's work-study position open for him.
He had never forgotten how Teacher Zhu had looked after him. So when he heard that she needed money for medical treatment, he had resolved to hunt gods to raise the money for her surgery.
But he had never expected that, after he raised the money, Teacher Zhu would suffer another undeserved disaster.
He did not even know whether the three silver coins he had given Teacher Zhu had saved her life or cost her life.
Sighing, Qin Siyang went to the nearby restroom and washed the blood off his hands.
He glanced in the mirror. There was blood on his face and clothes, too.
He washed the blood off his face as