148: Bloody world!

Watching Chen De perform his acts of morality, Chen Er's legs trembled, and his pants were soaked.

Brutal!

Too brutal!

"Ah!"

With a final scream, the last person in the room had also been morally dealt with by Chen De.

Having completed his good deeds, Chen De felt a wave of satisfaction.

It seemed those advertisements from his previous life hadn't lied to him; doing good deeds really could cultivate one's character!

From now on, Chen De must do more good deeds!

Ignoring the scene inside the room, Chen De suddenly fixed his gaze on Chen Er.

He spoke with a tone of earnest counsel, "Child, have you comprehended?"

Chen Er could barely stand, water dripping from his pants.

But he knew Chen De's brutality well; answering would mean death, and not answering would definitely mean death.

Following Chen De's words might offer a slim chance of survival.

So he forced himself to appear calm, put on a brave face, squeezed out a smile, and clasped his hands together, "Master, I have comprehended."

Chen De nodded in satisfaction, "Very good. Thus, my painstaking efforts have not been in vain!"

Chen Er breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.

He found that Chen De had suddenly appeared in front of him at some point.

The distance was quite close, almost scaring him to death on the spot.

Just then, Chen De suddenly reached out his hand, extending it towards his head.

Chen Er thought he was about to follow in the footsteps of the others, so he instinctively tried to dodge.

However, to his horror, he found that his body seemed to be out of his control, completely unable to move.

Aside from his eyes, he couldn't make any other movement.

He dared not move, truly dared not move!

So, he could only watch as Chen De's hand landed on his head.

Chen Er tightly closed his eyes in fear, dreadfully awaiting the arrival of death.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel his head being driven into his chest cavity.

He felt that Chen De coming before him was just to pat his head.

Feeling temporarily safe, Chen Er boldly opened his eyes.

He found that Chen De had indeed only patted his head.

Seeing Chen Er in this state, Chen De feigned concern... no, he asked with great concern,

"You're sweating profusely and your heart is racing. What's wrong?"

Chen Er forced a smile, "N-nothing! It's just... my heart condition acting up."

At this moment, Chen Er realized he could move again.

So he suddenly bent down, clutching his chest, "Oh, my heart condition is acting up.

It hurts, it hurts!"

Seeing this, Chen De looked worried, "Are you alright in this state?"

Chen Er, however, waved his hand, appearing unconcerned, "It's fine, it happens at this time every day, I'm used to it."

Saying this, he also pointed outside the door, "I want to go back and rest for a bit, I'll be fine after a short rest."

Chen De saw his pained expression and naturally felt very sympathetic.

"Then you should hurry back and rest. When you're sick, you need more rest."

A hint of joy flashed in Chen Er's eyes; he had fooled him so easily.

So he pretended to be reserved, "If that's the case, then I'll head back first. But, about this discussion of the Dao..."

Chen De, however, was unconcerned, "Oh, don't talk about the discussion of the Dao. Your health is important, your health is important!"

Hearing this, Chen Er no longer insisted, struggling to stand up.

Clutching his chest, he staggered towards the door.

Finally, when he was halfway there.

"Wait a moment!"

Chen De's voice came from behind Chen Er.

Upon hearing this, Chen Er's heart leaped into his throat.

However, what followed were Chen De's words of concern.

"Are you really okay like this?"

"Do you need me to help you out?"

After Chen De finished speaking, Chen Er slowly exhaled, forced a smile, and turned his head back,

"It's nothing, I'm used to it, I can go back by myself.

You are so moral, you should do more moral things.

There's no need to waste time on a small character like me."

Upon hearing this, Chen De, however, said with a hint of reproach,

"Do not commit evil, however small; do not neglect good, however small.

Even the smallest good deed is a good deed, you mustn't belittle yourself!"

Chen Er adopted a receptive demeanor, "Yes, yes, I have been enlightened."

Chen De sighed, "Alas, young man, your awareness still needs improvement!

Never mind, never mind, not everyone possesses my level of morality.

You should hurry back and rest!"

"Okay, okay!"

Hearing Chen De's words, Chen Er finally felt relieved and walked towards the door.

During this, he still looked back uneasily, only to find Chen De watching him with a smiling face.

Finally, with a restless heart, Chen Er reached the doorway.

He looked back at Chen De again, who waved his hand and said with a smile, "Hurry along, hurry along!"

This time, Chen Er did not linger.

He pulled open the door and saw the bustling and noisy market outside.

Countless people walked and stopped, talked and laughed on the street.

The hawkers' cries, the children's laughter, the waiters' greetings...

It was simply two different worlds compared to inside the room.

A feeling of surviving a catastrophe arose, and he walked out of the door.

After Chen Er left, Chen De also came to the door, his gaze profound.

Counting the time, it should be about now.

So the black liquid on the door, along with that covering the room, quickly gathered and merged into Chen De's body.

Chen De opened the door, stepped out, and left.

When Chen De came outside, what met his eyes was a world of blood.

Everything!

Everything!

Everything!

Everywhere was blood-red!

Countless people were enveloped in a bloody mist, converging upwards into the sky.

People on the street fled in a panic, yet had nowhere to escape.

Because not only here, this street, but even this city, had already fallen.

Chen De walked on the street, and on his body, there was no such thing as bloody aura.

A woman held a baby, with a slightly older child by her side.

Similarly, like the other people on the street, they were fleeing in a panic.

Seeing that among so many people, only Chen De was completely unaffected.

She rushed towards Chen De, and upon reaching him, she knelt and pleaded,

"Please, please, save us!

This child in my arms is only a few months old!

Please, please!"

Saying this, she kept kowtowing to Chen De, her head bleeding, yet she was oblivious.

Chen De looked over and realized that the child in the woman's arms had long since lost its breath.

The child next to her was also continuously kowtowing and pleading with Chen De.

But he looked pale and equally weak.

At this moment, Chen De was surrounded by a large crowd of people.

Chen De walked to the child, and touched his head.

"Child, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

After speaking, Chen De walked past him and continued on his way.

The child remained motionless where he was.

And like him, so were the group of people who had knelt and pleaded with Chen De.

He, and they, were already dead.

Everyone was kneeling in a circle, facing one direction.

It looked quite...