The Monster I Was Redeemed

The moment she heard the name, Ai Liang recalled the poems written by Xu Zhihai himself.

In Xu Zhihai's eyes, the Thousand-faced Man who helped him complete his revenge is the Mother Earth who treats all things equally.

"Please keep this name a secret for the time being, I don't want others to know." The Thousand Faces smiled and put the scalpel beside Gao Bin's head.

The message was very clear: if he knew my name, I had no choice but to kill him.

"I already told you my name, should you tell me yours out of courtesy?"

Ai Liang said, "The hermit."

"Don't be so wary."

The thousand-faced man said helplessly.

The two were silent for another minute, and the Thousand Faces said, "Okay, Officer Gao should have recovered his hearing, let's continue the conversation."

"So, your purpose of spreading rumors and forcing me to show up is to let me join you?"

Ai Liang looked at the Thousand-faced Man with a bad expression.

He is in a very bad mood now. This time, he showed up to take the entrustment money kept by Mu Si, and his original intention was to say goodbye to the past and start a new ordinary life.

As a result, he encountered a neuropathy who insisted that he join the shit organization, which completely disrupted his pace.

However, the target of the rumors spread by the Thousand Faces is Yue Qihua's grandfather Yue Chongshan, which makes Ai Liang unable to turn a deaf ear.

"Yes, the apostles will be the saviors of the world. There are all such apostles who can control and fight against the strange. We are natural companions!"

The Man with a Thousand Faces raised his arms like a madman.

"What he said is bullshit! They don't care about the life and death of mortals at all!"

Gao Bin, who had been shrinking his head for fear of being noticed, suddenly retorted: "Don't be fooled by him! The Apostles are just a bunch of monsters in human skins!"

Most of the people in the Asian Union have access to the archives about what the Apostles did.

After reading the description of the archives, any party involved will have an illusion, as if they are not holding the archives, but a Necronomicon with human skin as paper, blood as ink, and bones bound.

Gao Bin's conscience prevented him from remaining silent. If he chose to remain silent at this time, then there would be one more monster in the Apostles Association, and another group of innocent victims in the world.

Gao Bin didn't know how useful his words were. He was very likely to be killed by the Thousand Faces in the next second, but he had to summon up his courage, even if it only had a 1% effect.

No matter what, he is also a member of the Asian Union's strategy bureau, and he can't just watch others get pulled into the Apostolic Society and remain indifferent.

After shouting out these two sentences in severe pain, Gao Bin closed his eyes and waited silently for death, but the angry man with thousands of faces did not appear as he imagined.

Gao Bin squinted one eye quietly, and found that the Thousand Faces didn't even look at him.

Not only the Thousand Faces Man, but Ai Liang didn't care about him, which was a bit embarrassing.

"I reject."

Ai Liang's answer was the same as last time.

He is very clear that he is not an apostle, and he has never used any spells, let alone controlled the so-called weirdness. Everything is their wishful misunderstanding.

"Can you tell me why? Join us and you can see a whole new world. In this world, we are beyond the food chain and stand at the top of the world. Aren't you curious?"

The Thousand-faced Man is still bewitching Ai Liang: "Controlling the weird is just the beginning, you can still become stronger!"

I'm sorry, but I'm tired of the top you're talking about when I was five.

As early as ten years ago, Ai Liang experienced that feeling when he first woke up.

It's cool to control everything, but Ai Liang, who has experienced the baptism of nearly ten million people's negative emotions and a five-year killing career,

He had long hated those so-called magnificent lives, and he only wanted to live an ordinary and bland daily life.

The beauty in ordinary life is what Ai Liang is now pursuing.

Before that, he had to deal with the so-called apostle in front of him.

Seemingly sensing Ai Liang's killing intent, Thousand Faces laughed.

"Do you think of me as those scumbags who died at your hands?"

The Thousand-faced Man stepped forward and looked at Ai Liang, "Although there are indeed some people in the Apostles who have some bad habits, I love myself very much, and I will never take the initiative to kill unless necessary."

The words of a thousand-faced man are as ridiculous as the chastity torii at the door of the bitch, and the damage caused by the masks under his hands is almost several times the sum of the entire Apostolic Society.

The number of apostles is scarce and limited, and the masks empowered by him are endless and everywhere.

"That means you did kill innocent people?"

Ai Liang's eyes were completely cold.

Now Ai Liang has all his superpowers turned off except for telekinesis, and he can't read his brain through mind reading or mental control, but the goal that can be achieved through clichés, there is no need to work hard to unlock the power.

The Thousand Faces did not answer directly but threw the question back: "Hermit, do you think you are noble as a night enforcer?"

"You don't have to hide your true nature in front of me. The first time we looked at each other in the mall, I noticed the killing intent in your eyes. At that time, I was still Xu Zhihai."

"A desperate young man who has no choice but to take revenge himself should not belong to the hermit's hunting list, but why do you have murderous intentions in your eyes?

Since it has murderous intentions, why not do it?

You should have a lot of opportunities to kill Xu Zhihai with one stroke, just like when you killed those gangs. "

Ai Liang's brain froze just about to start.

"I could see from the very beginning that you bloodbathed the black areas of Nevada City, just simply using them to vent negative emotions, not to punish evil and promote good, otherwise you can continue to cooperate with Xia Qiyuan, slowly change Nevada City.”

"Well...let me guess, did you find yourself in the habit of killing people in the five years of your retirement?

Even the first thought after getting into trouble is to fix the troublemaker?

You find yourself turning into a cold-blooded, numb murderer..."

"However, it doesn't matter, as long as you join the Apostolic Society."

Thousand-faced man's words of attack continued, and there was a special magic in his words.

This power will make you involuntarily identify with him and follow him.

"No one in the Apostles will look at you with ordinary people's prejudiced eyes."

"You don't need to suppress your own nature for those ordinary people here."

"The Apostles Society is an organization that fights against weirdness. Everyone fights on the front line as the guardians of mankind. Compared with the harm caused by the group of monsters, it's just a harmless little thing for us to kill two people occasionally."

"Just as a shepherd protects his sheep from a pack of wolves and chooses one to eat."

"We're not like those scumbags who unilaterally take and kill their own kind at your hands."

"It is our duty to protect mankind, and it is our apostle's right to release our nature."

"We are guardians, not slaves of human beings. We have no obligation to protect them, but also to conform to their will in all aspects and live with their faces."

"It is they who need the protection of our apostles, not our apostles pleading for them."

The Man with a Thousand Faces delivered an impassioned speech, taking a step forward with every word he uttered.

Now, the Thousand-faced Man has come to Ai Liang.

He stretched out his palm to Ai Liang: "Join us, the Apostles will be your home."