"Yes." The little boy smiled naively at him, "As long as I am here, you are safe. On the contrary, you will lose your life."

Wit stared at the little boy coldly for a while, pointed to the circle of men in black beside him, and asked again: "You are by my side now. According to theory, I am absolutely safe, so even if I kill all these people, they will not resist me?"

The little boy hesitated for a moment and told the truth: "Yes..."

Witt's mouth slanted slightly, picked up the weapon in his hand and began to shoot. The people in black who were surrounded by a circle did not resist, but fell to the ground one by one as stiff as a wooden stake that was pushed down, and finally turned into smoke and dust, dissipated in the air.

There are at least a hundred men in black who are surrounded by three layers of outer and three layers. It took some time to shoot without barriers. After all, Witt's guns are a mixture of shots and snipers, and they cannot be shot like machine guns. He held this heavy weapon and kept rotating his position. Two to three people could kill with one shot. It took nearly twenty minutes before he could kill all the men in black in his sight and fell to the ground.

But after a while, a man in black surrounded the woods, which made his face even more ugly. He glanced at the little boy beside him and asked, "Are these people not all killed?"

The little boy blinked his innocent eyes and replied: "Why do you want to kill them? They belong to you and this place. As long as there is still here, these people will follow you forever..."

"This place?..." Witt frowned and looked around the dark woods and the rippling lake water, pondered for a moment, and said to the little boy, "I'm leaving this oasis."

"Why leave?" the little boy grabbed a corner of his black robe sadly. "There are deserts outside, no water or food, and there are often terrible weather. But it is a pleasant scenery all year round, without danger, and you will not be hungry and suffering from hunger... What's wrong with this?"

"I don't like these people staring at me like this." Witt replied, "You should know that I hate being monitored the most, let alone so many people. In order to get rid of them, I would rather leave this oasis."

After saying that, Witt suddenly pulled the little boy up and said, dragging him hard to walk into the woods.

"Where are we going?" the little boy couldn't hide his panic, his eyes were red, as if he couldn't hide his fear and grievances.

"Didn't you say you want to be with me? As long as you are with me, what's the point where you go?" Witt smiled with a crooked mouth, "As you wish, you want to be with me - I'll take you away now."

Perhaps this time Witt's consciousness was firm. After a while, they saw the shadow of the yellow sand world and came to the edge of the woods.

Standing at the junction of the oasis and the flying desert of wild sand, the little boy could not hide his fear and began to struggle to pull back his hand, but Witt firmly did not let go, which made him cry in grievance.

Witt was unmoved. The sound of Sisuo from behind reminded him that the people in black who were in dispersed might be catching up again. He thought for a second, and finally let go of the little boy's hands, took out a fire bottle from his backpack, pulled the lid, and threw it into the woods without hesitation.

"What are you doing?!" the little boy screamed in horror.

"Take you away." Witt said calmly, "Since I decided to follow me, I will naturally get rid of all my worries."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more, but just wrapped his black robe tightly and let the sandstorm slap. Seeing the fire spreading, it finally swallowed up the entire oasis woods. The chasing shadows did not escape or shout, as if they had become lifeless objects, and were eaten up by the flames and digested with the deep woods... In the end, no trace was found.

During the whole process, the little boy stood beside Witt and kept crying. He cried until the sandstorm faded, until the sky turned bright, and until the oasis turned into black ashes...

"The oasis is particularly beautiful when the sky is clear. Why can't you wait for dawn? It's not too late to decide whether to leave when you see the most beautiful thing?... What's more, even if you want to leave, you don't have to ruin this place, right? This is the only beauty you can see..." The little boy said with great grievance.

"Why have to wait?" Witt said, "people always have to face reality." As he spoke, he had turned around and faced the little boy, covering him in his own shadow.

"What are you going to do?..." The little boy already had a bad premonition-

When these words were finished, Witt had already pressed his gun on his forehead. With the sound of a gunshot, the "six-year-old self" fell down...

Seeing the little boy's body turning into dust in front of him, Wit looked up at the clear sky and murmured: "Yes, people always have to face reality."
Chapter completed!