I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

The next time, the price might be too high.

Rather than let my wife fall into the hands of the enemy, where she might suffer violation and humiliation, it's better for her to die by my own hand; afterwards, I would have no more weaknesses.

After that, the young man seemed to become possessed, rushing to his hometown and locating his family records, slaughtering every relative he had, not a single one was spared.

"My wife is dead!!!

"Why should they live!!!

The young man's expression some kind of hysterical ferocity as he roared, "It's this world that forced me to do this, they all forced my hand!!!

And beside him, the Sin Value on the machine finally came to a slow stop.

'19202'.

...

"Huh."

Seeing this, the burly man with madness still flickering in his pupils paused, then suddenly took a deep breath, his expression gradually calming down as he shrank back into his chair, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"I always said, how bad can a cross-dressing fetish be, really."

"It almost made me believe that I was unforgivably wicked."

Now that there was no more trouble, his original Sin Value of over a thousand had made him despair, feeling certain that he must have had the highest one and that he would have to fight for his life soon. But he hadn't expected there to be a higher expert.

Nearly 20,000 in Sin Value.

This guy is seriously impressive.

He didn't consider himself a good person, but even he thought this guy was beastly.

Now, knowing he was safe, he felt quite relaxed and wasn't even as upset about Chen Miao mocking his cross-dressing fetish as before, turning his head to Chen Miao with a somewhat reflective whisper.

"Actually, ever since that mother and son discovered my cross-dressing fetish, I've always felt guilty. I've never killed an innocent person, and that mother and son were the only two innocents I've killed."

"Since then, I've been wondering, is the hobby of cross-dressing really so shameful?"

"I've been dreaming of that mother and son turning into ghosts to haunt me. During that time, I had nightmares every day, so I went to the temple daily to burn incense and pray. Finally, one day, it seemed like Buddha received my prayers, and that mother and son never haunted my dreams again."

"But I still feel very guilty."

"I tattooed the image of that mother and son on my chest to remind myself constantly of the mistake I made."

The burly man spoke sincerely, even lifting his shirt to reveal the tattoos of the mother and son on his chest.

Chen Miao nodded in response, glancing casually, believing that the burly man was truly remorseful, or else he wouldn't think what he did was wrong, just like himself, if he had no guilt in his heart, he wouldn't recognize any wrongdoing.

"Wait a minute!"

What was initially a casual glance made him freeze, as the mother and son seemed... familiar. He had a feeling he'd seen them somewhere before.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Soon, he remembered.

Lifting his head, he looked bewilderingly at the burly man in the neighboring chair: "When you killed this mother and son, was it around Fengtian City?"

"How did you know?"

The burly man said in shock, disbelieving: "I've never told anyone about this, and nobody has ever discovered it. How could you know? Could it be... you recognize this mother and son?"

"Um..."

Chen Miao's expression was complicated as he looked at the mother and son, indeed, he had seen them before. They were his first clients when he entered the Hell Bus not long ago.

But at that time, he didn't understand that he could activate a task.

He simply thought by not allowing passengers on the bus, naturally, he wouldn't need to ask them for tickets.

So, at the time, he directly performed a ritual and granted salvation to the lost souls of the mother and son.

Looking back now... it seems he also mysteriously dodged a bullet.

Otherwise, had he let this mother and son on board, their mission would definitely have been to make him kill the strong man before him. But with the "Tomb Guardian's" powers back then, trying to kill a supernatural being over level 40 would have been no different from talking to a dreamer.

"On a ride of the Hell Bus, I was the ticket collector, and they were my passengers."

"Ah?"

It took a moment for the strong man to react: "Their last wish... wasn't to kill me?"

As a high-level supernatural being, he naturally understood the operating rules of the Hell Bus. He didn't expect that the mother and son's resentment was strong enough to transform into resentful spirits, nor did he expect to just happen to meet them on the Hell Bus, with the ticket collector being himself at the time.

"I don't know."

Chen Miao shook his head: "I didn't let the two of them on the bus. I performed a ritual and granted them salvation then and there."

"Oh..."

The strong man nodded with an awkward expression, finally understanding why the mother and son had not haunted his dreams anymore during that period. It turned out it wasn't the Buddha's power that intervened, but a physical salvation.

"That... thank you."

"It's nothing."

Chen Miao also fell somewhat silent. He hadn't expected to have such a connection with the strong man. Could this be considered karma? But heavens above! He didn't want to have any karma with a cross-dressing pervert.

...

The young man beside the strong man, who carried a rocket launcher on his back, after roaring hysterically, suddenly deflated like a balloon, slumping into his chair, bowing his head as if deep in thought.

His eyes were full of red veins, staring straight at his own pants.

Silent and rather unnerving.

By now the village chief had walked over to the man in the tailcoat, who also asked him the same question.

"No."

The man in the tailcoat flashed a gentle smile and said softly, "I haven't done a single bad thing in my life, though I have done quite a bit of charity."

Then he lifted the wine glass in his hand, looked towards Chen Miao on his left, and raised his glass in a light toast, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Chen Miao met his gaze indifferently without speaking, equally convinced in his heart that this man was up to no good. Here, the higher your Sin Value, the less it meant you were bad, but rather the more it represented your goodness.

You've done plenty of bad things, but you know what you did was wrong.

That's a form of goodness.

On the other hand, those who believe they haven't done a single bad thing are heartless psychopaths—non-recognition of one's bad deeds is the worst offence of all.

Just like this man in the tailcoat.

He understood that glance of mockery. It was the taunt of seeing one of his own kind. In the eyes of the man in the tailcoat, they were the same type of people—this mockery was to scorn him for outwardly being the great hero who saved the world but inwardly being such a person.

Only he himself knew the truth.

He was different from this man in the tailcoat.

...

It seemed the village chief had gotten used to half the responses. He approached the two women sitting on the far right, starting with the woman with red hair who held a whip in her lap, and asked her the same question.

"You...?"