Mystery Makes Me Strong

I am Lu Damu, male, 31 years old, a newcomer with a different race.

If you are not an expert, you are a rookie, no matter how old you are.

While taking a nap today, I had a dream.

In the dream, hundreds of millions of resentful spirits revived, and I was the only one who was conscious.

Revenge, loitering, questioning, tracking...

I don't know, where do these resentful spirits come from so much hatred?

Judging from the image, they are all my compatriots, it shouldn't be.

This kind of hatred should not exist.

Creatures like ghosts can exist for decades at most; while the world has been peaceful for hundreds of years.

Could this be a harbinger of the future?

…………

Lu Damu washed his face, then sat in the big house of 250 square meters, staring at the busy traffic outside the window in a daze.

31 years old and 4 years away from the deadline.

It's just that at some point, being brave and diligent became a joke.

The progress of the heterogeneous species has been sluggish, day by day is wasted, and time is passing silently.

The deadline is approaching day by day.

Once upon a time, he thought that he could break through to a heterogeneous expert in one go.

In a professional forum for heterogeneous people, various geniuses often come forward to say that it is too late to become an expert at 30 years old, and now it is already 20 years old.

How embarrassing is this for the 31-year-old him?

So slowly also left the forum.

After that, he broke away from various regular groups. He couldn't bear the young newbies slowly surpassing himself in the progress of cultivation.

This is escape.

He is very clear, but one of the things that people like to do the most is to do it knowing that it is wrong, because it can give you a moment of comfort and ignore the scourge in the distance...

"boom!"

There was a noise outside the window, something fell?

At first glance, it turned out to be a laptop computer, which was broken into parts on the hard ground downstairs, and then there was a quarrel from the next door.

"Smash it, if you have the guts, you will smash it all!"

"The days are running out!"

Anyway, why don't they all die?

He thought so maliciously.

The quarrel continued, and so did the daze.

No one is sorry for me, my parents are already the best for me, the inspectorate sent another subsidy yesterday, and my neighbors respect me very much, only the family next door sometimes makes noise.

But he could move to the suburbs.

It's just that he didn't move.

His alien species is a sad species that needs to be socialized...

And he is a very smart person. After knowing his alien characteristics, he deliberately avoided some tragedies.

Thinking about it now, is this probably the reason why the heterogeneous species have been unable to progress for a long time?

Sometimes, he was thinking that the protagonists of the novels he had read, the protagonists of the sadistic genre, probably all fused with a seed of sadness, the more miserable, the greater the power of the final explosion.

So she needs to be orphaned, divorced, married, slapped in the face...

Do you really want to choose one of them?

Lu Damu thought so.

It seems that getting married is not bad. There happens to be a rich man who wants to marry his 200-jin daughter. The advantage is that the other party's billions of property will be inherited by himself and his daughter's children. It doesn't matter even if he can't become a heterogeneous expert.

In short, parents can't die...

That's the bottom line.

Well, marrying a wife who weighs 200 jin should be enough to be sad enough, enough to advance myself to a heterogeneous expert.

I still have time, I still have a chance, and I can afford this little sacrifice.

Lu Damu stood up excitedly.

The noise from next door also reached its peak.

"Pong!"

There was another crash.

He looked up and saw a body falling downstairs.

Why don't you install Vajra Net at home?

He thought this way, in that case, there would be no problem of jumping off on impulse.

He didn't have the slightest feeling of sadness, and people's sorrows and joys are not the same.

"Ah! Sasha, why are you doing this?"

A man's heart-piercing voice came from next door again.

"Pong!"

Another sound.

Lu Damu stood up slowly, came to the large balcony of 30 square meters, looked down, this is the 20th floor, there is no need for any rescue.

Two fuzzy human bodies fell on the solid ground, like two blooming blood flowers.

A single life is so fragile... A little damage can kill you.

You must become a heterogeneous expert, no matter how hard it is, you must succeed.

I would rather die than be mediocre!

As he thought about it, he didn't notice that one of his hairs suddenly turned white.

…………

What Lu Damu didn't notice, Wen Rensheng saw through the surveillance.

The relationship between the two deceased was actually very good, but recently, they had quarreled frequently.

The reason is also very simple, it is nothing more than trivial matters, whether to have children or not to have children...

But from Wen Rensheng's point of view, this was obviously influenced by mystery, and these were two sacrifices.

Lu Damu is not an ordinary person, not a novice alien, but an old fritter. If you want to break through his psychological defense, you can't do it without adding some heavy material.

The last time the man died in love, it should be the death of the woman, so that the other party could wake up.

He sighed unceasingly. Ordinary people are too vulnerable in the face of mysterious catastrophe, just like soldiers facing machine guns directly.

He read on.

One day, two days, three days, until two weeks later.

Lu Damu finally changed.

After he married that 200-jin wife, he changed.

…………

Lu Damu was sitting in a daze in the villa, with his newly married wife's endless accusations in his ears.

"Look at him, he became a xenogeneic expert at the age of 20, and he is still so handsome. Look at you, you are in your 30s, and you have not yet become an expert. You are in a daze all day long. You want me to die of old age to see you Success!"

People really are never satisfied.

It's only been two weeks.

Lu Damu recalled how happy the fat woman was when he agreed to go on a blind date and socialize with the other party.

But now, he was immediately dissatisfied.

The target that the other party uses for comparison is something that I will never be able to catch up with.

There is always a kind of person who you know you can't catch up with when you were in school, no matter how many hours you study a day, if you can't catch up, you can't catch up.

He didn't want to say to this woman, why don't you look at yourself?

If it wasn't for your father's money, no, if it wasn't for the advancement, I would marry you?

However, he will not say this, after all, this is his choice.

He has to bear it.

As a man, he has to bear such a burden, and no one will sympathize with him.

Not qualified for sympathy.

Now he suddenly understood why the man and woman couple before had suddenly reached the stage of death.

It turns out that quarrels in life are such a terrible thing.

Someone, in your ear, can legitimately keep accusing you.

You can't fight, you can't kill, you can only endure.

It's been a long time like this, it's like being in hell.

No wonder some people have calculated that the biggest place for homicides is between families.

The closest you get, the most damage.

What a sad thing.

When he realized this, he suddenly felt the strange thing in his chest, which seemed to be beating.

It turns out that this is the price of advancement.