The rain is pouring.

Heath Ledger lay motionless on the muddy ground like a dead dog. His body was no longer twitching, but he didn't have the strength to pick up the dagger in front of him. He didn't even want to stand up again.

I want to just sleep like this until I die.

In the empty rainy night, the men's rough breathing and harsh laughter, accompanied by the almost inaudible moans of the thin girl, shot through every corner of Heath Ledger's body like sharp arrows. He wanted to stop him.

He closed his ears, he didn't want to listen, but he couldn't raise his hands, so those hellish sounds kept amplifying, amplifying, amplifying in his mind...

It was as if someone was pressing his head and pressing his limbs, watching helplessly as those wolf-like men ravaged his sister's jade-like body, and she seemed to be shouting: "Brother..."

"elder brother……"

"elder brother……"

"Ah...cough cough..." Heath Ledger roared so hard that his voice became hoarse. He stared blankly at the dark night and muttered to himself, "I am indeed an ominous person... hum ha ha ha ha ha."

…”

Heath Ledger began to laugh muffledly and buried his entire face in the mud. His suppressed laughter was like a lonely ghost crying alone on a rainy night.

"Crack-"

"Crack-"

There were deep footsteps coming from not far away.

Heath Ledger suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

There was a man holding a black umbrella and walking slowly towards him.

"Help...help me...help me..." Heath Ledger's completely hoarse throat squeezed out a murmuring cry for help.

However, the man holding the umbrella seemed not to have heard his cry for help, and walked as leisurely as before. He walked in front of him ten minutes later.

"It's you..." Heath Ledger recognized that face, that hateful guy who could only speak truth, "please..."

Chen Senran didn't speak. He just squatted down, looked at Heath Ledger's face covered in mud and grease, and then shook his head.

"Why don't you help me?" Heath Ledger wanted to yell, but his throat was too hoarse to make a loud sound.

"Why should I help you?" Chen Senran looked down at Heath Ledger in a condescending manner, as if looking at a lost dog, "Why don't you help yourself? You have the ability, Heath Ledger

, what are you afraid of?"

Why should I help you?

Why should I help you?

Why don't you help yourself?

Why? Heath Ledger, for, what, what?

Heath Ledger, what are you afraid of? What on earth are you afraid of?

The rain fell harder. The cruel stories in the tent still didn't end. The beasts seemed to be more interested and roared more excitedly.

Chen Senran held an umbrella and looked at the rain in the dark night as if he hadn't heard anything. He pulled out the dagger stuck in the soil and played with it boredly.

"Do you feel sad?" Chen Senran glanced at Heath Ledger, who was staring blankly at the tent and hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Hehe..." Heath Ledger laughed nervously.

Are you sad? So sad, really sad. Sister, sister, my sister...

"Want to kill someone?"

"Hehe..." The dog-like man still laughed nervously.

Do you want to kill someone? Think about it, think about it so much, think about it so much.

"Then go." Chen Senran handed the old dagger covered with mud to Heath Ledger.

This time, the man didn't laugh again. He struggled to get up, and then fell into the dirt. He continued to get up, fell again, and got up again. He took the dagger in Chen Senran's hand,

Smiling nervously, he walked into the tent.

Heath Ledger, kill him.

"Kill." These were the man's last words when he entered the tent. They were also Heath Ledger's last words in this world.

Chen Senran dusted off the mud that had splashed on his black gown, and continued to look at the boundless rainy night with a black umbrella.

The dying struggles of men and girls began to be heard in the tent. Then, there was nothing.

Chen Senran waited outside for a long time. He never wanted to go in and take a look. That was the salvation that belonged to the poor man named Heath Ledger, not him.

So on that rainy night, in that hellish tent, no one except Heath Ledger knew what happened inside, and no one knew how many demons were inside.

"Plop-" Someone jumped out of the tent and fell into the rain-filled mud.

Chen Senran stood up and looked at the person who came out.

The man raised his head and revealed his face. It was a hideous face stained with mud, oil paint, and countless blood, just like a legendary devil. And the old card, the Hanged Man, was now stained with

It was soaked with blood and inserted into the demon's coat pocket in a reversed position.

"Heath Ledger..."

"Shh..." The demonic man put his trembling fingers to his mouth and whispered, "Don't make any noise, my Jessica is asleep." He picked up the one in his other hand.

He put the old dagger stained with blood against his terrifying face and rubbed it gently.

"Heath Ledger..." Chen Senran frowned, this guy... seemed to be crazy.

"I told you to stop making noise." The once docile man looked at Chen Senran with an unprecedented cold look, "Also, my name is not Heath Ledger. From now on, my name is - Sacco, the devil.

Ke. Remember, otherwise, I will kill you."

The extremely cold and crazy murderous intention came from the man in front of him like a poisonous snake. Chen Senran's brows furrowed even more tightly.

The man who called himself Demon Sacco nervously held the ancient dagger in his hands and sat on the ground as if holding a baby. He let the heavy rain fall all over his body and sang a lullaby like a baby without any care.

"Sleep-sleep-my dear Jessica-no one will bother you again."

Chen Senran sighed and said nothing more, holding a black umbrella and starting to walk back.

"Wait, wait." The nervous man suddenly called out to Chen Senran.

Chen Senran turned his head in confusion, and all his mental energy rushed towards the power of the three phases. If this lunatic wanted to kill him, then he guaranteed that he could burn him to ashes immediately.

"You seem to be good at killing people?"

"Yes." Chen Senran vaguely understood this lunatic's intention.

"Didn't you tell me to help myself? Now I want to help myself. I want to kill many, many people. Kill -" Demon Sacco bared his teeth and said the last word, with eyes filled with laughter.

Nothing but madness, "Teach me to kill."

Chen Senran came back and squatted down. He suddenly wanted to smoke. In fact, he was the one who forced this guy to do this, but... He wanted to pat the poor man next to him on the shoulder, but finally put down his hand.

Just saying:

"Cry when you feel sad. Killing will only bleed but not shed tears."

"Are you sad...hehehe..." Demon Sacco smiled with an extremely exaggerated smile. He kept laughing, and kept laughing, and finally laughed until tears came out, "Yes, I am really sad,

Because I haven’t had delicious candy for a long time.”

He raised his head and looked at the dark sky. The rain fell on his face, mixed with tears and he could not tell clearly.

The sweetest taste in my memory is the candy made by my mother that I shared with my sister when I was eight years old.

"It's so sweet, Jessica." He smacked his lips and smiled at the blood-stained dagger.

It rained continuously at night.

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Second update.

I don’t know how to describe it, I feel like it contains a lot of cruelty and a lot of beauty.

I didn’t fully express my thoughts. My pen was exhausted.

That's it. I hope those who like it will like it and those who don't will skip it.

Give to God what is God's, and to Caesar what is Caesar's.
Chapter completed!