This was the voice of the devil, and it was also a thought that had been buried deep in his subconscious for a long time.
He Chuan's turbid and dim eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked out the window at the bright moonlight shining in the sea of flowers.
Should he kill or not?
For the sake of the S rating, and for the sake of improving the martial arts in this world, what was wrong with sacrificing a small number of people in front of the interests of the majority?
Once this idea appeared, it grew uncontrollably like seaweed.
As long as he made it a little more obscure, no one would find out that those people were secretly selling human beings, and it would not result in a decrease in the final score!
But... If he did this, how was he different from the group of people that he hated and hated?
He Chuan fell into a deep struggle again, and he was in extreme pain.