He grabbed my shoulders and asked me over and over again why I did this!

I don't want to say anything, and I don't want to tell my reasons.

My brother has been kind for once in his life, and I don't want his kindness to become so ridiculous.

In the end, my brother sat at the door all night, smoking one cigarette after another, until he had chest tightness, tinnitus, chest pain, and unstoppable coughing.

At dawn, he threw away the cigarette, walked into the room again, held my shoulders, stared into my eyes, and said word by word:

"Remember, what happened yesterday was planned by me from beginning to end. I was the one who killed Fang Tong, it was me! Did you hear that?!"

His eyes were persistent and his tone left no room for argument.

I knew that there was something he had not said yet, and he even wanted me to say the same thing to the Lord of Hell when I went to the underworld.

He killed all the people, all the evil he did, and it has nothing to do with me.

But how is it possible? I have done more than just this.

He always thought that I was just doing odd jobs in the underground casino, but if I was really just doing odd jobs, how could our family's accounts be cleared so quickly.

What I did was much dirtier than he imagined, not much less than him.

I hope that my family's debts can be paid off soon, and that we, the two brothers, can walk out of this haze together and stand upright in the sunshine.

Unfortunately, the world did not give us that opportunity.

But it doesn't matter, I'd rather he didn't know those things.

So I nodded and agreed.

From then on, my brother seemed to have broken through a certain line of defense in his heart. He became irrational, murderous, and bloodthirsty. He no longer cared about other people's lives.

I have also changed. I have forgotten all the things from the past. Before the end of the world, I have forgotten everything about school, casinos, and bases.

I became that bastard who relied on my brother to show off his power and do all kinds of evil. I was worthless, thoughtless, and a complete second-generation ancestor.

When my brother turned into a zombie and bit my neck hard, I struggled at first, but then I suddenly remembered the past and those things.

Why bother, if I were alive without my brother, I would live in more pain than before.

I let go of my hand and closed my eyes.

The blood in my body was flowing out rapidly, and the sound of my brother's frantic swallowing could be heard in my ears.

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Chapter completed!