The lighter was already in my hand.
In over a year, I had never felt as relieved as I did at that moment.
Without even the slightest hesitation, I moved to set myself alight first.
But just as I was about to flick the lighter, my right hand suddenly froze.
Some force was controlling my right hand, stopping me from pressing down.
"Li Fuguang!"
"What are you doing!"
I roared, "Don't you want to die too? Why are you stopping me? Since none of us wants to live, let's all be free together! This is such a good chance! What the hell are you thinking!"
"If you don't want to die, get out of my body."
"Don't I even have the right to choose death?"
"What the hell do you all want me to do? Even the eighteen levels of hell couldn't be worse than this! Couldn't be worse than this!"
Just then, a knife shot toward me and pierced straight through my palm.
The lighter fell straight to the ground.
A figure immediately rushed over, pulled me aside, then flung me away before I could find my footing.
Once I steadied myself, I looked up and saw that it was Song Xiaotian.
He stood there, staring at me in horror.
An Ning picked up the lighter from the ground, stood in a daze for a long while, then walked toward the car.
But Seventh Master soon stopped her, snatched the lighter from her hand, and waved An Ning and Song Xiaotian over to me.
Seventh Master stood there and glanced at my mother, his face showing little expression, neither anger nor hatred.
"The man who killed my younger brother cannot live under the same sky as me."
"On your way."
Seventh Master turned his back, walked a long way