Whoosh—
As night fell, the evening wind was gentle.
The oppressive heat of the afternoon was gone, and the cool evening breeze blew away people's irritability.
Third Uncle looked at Old Ghost, who had his head down, observing his somewhat disheartened figure.
He slowly began to speak, "But this is not a reason for you to wantonly slaughter innocent people. Most of those you killed were innocent civilians, weak people.
Weak people only dare to swing the butcher's knife at those weaker than themselves.
You have ambition, and there is nothing wrong with that, but this world is inherently unfair.
There are many ways to pursue fairness, but you chose the most extreme one.
Indiscriminate, unreasonable killing must bear the consequences."
Old Qing and the others, after hearing Third Uncle's words, exhaled slowly.
