Death is a bet.

Zhang Hang was lying in the hospital, dying. Just as he was about to lose consciousness in a daze, his eyes suddenly lit up and a man in black with a cold look stood in front of him. Zhang Hang was shocked. He was about to open his mouth to ask, but he heard the black dress person say in a biting cold voice, "I am a god of death, and you are going to die now, but I am willing to make a bet with you so that you can be reborn."

After what I've done, there are still people playing pranks! Zhang Hang rolled his eyes and said weakly, "Stop joking. If you are a god of death, I may even be a bodhisattva in a temple. "

Death didn't say much, just stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Hang's body. Miracle appeared, those bloody wounds healed, and his body was as good as before.

Zhang Hang was so excited that he just wanted to thank him, but death stopped him. He still said in a cold voice, "I'll lend you my life for a day." In this day, you must kill a person and make him a scapegoat to save yourself. Otherwise, you will be doomed. "

"Kill?" Zhang Hang was taken aback.

"You have three chances. If you miss three times, you are finished. " When death finished speaking, he flashed and disappeared out of thin air.

Death comes and goes without a trace, which makes Zhang Hang feel like living in a dream. He squeezed his arm hard. Oh, it hurts. Only then did he know that although it looked completely sinister, I was afraid it was true.

Since we want to kill people, we must first choose a good target. People without reason are not easy to start, so they can only choose among the enemies. Thought of here, a shadow immediately jumped into Zhang Hang's mind, that is his stepmother.

At the age of six, Zhang Hang's mother died and his father married his stepmother. Stepmother has a bad temper and scolds Zhang Hang. A year later, the stepmother got her wish and got pregnant with a baby, which made her very happy and the tenderness of motherhood broke out. See Zhang Hang is no longer a thorn in the side. In addition, she put her mind on the baby in her belly all day, and even walked carefully for fear of bumping into it. She just wants to torture Zhang Hang again, and she doesn't want to spend this effort.

Happy days are always short. Just when Zhang Hang thought good luck was coming and she was about to turn over, her stepmother had an inexplicable abortion. The blow was a bolt from the blue, which directly pushed the stepmother to the brink of collapse. Stepmother never gave up, and found a street fortune teller to calculate a divination, and came to the conclusion that the accidental death of the child was due to the disaster in Zhang Hang.

Stepmother broke out completely. After Zhang Hang's father went to work, she tied Zhang Hang with a rope while he was sleeping and blocked his mouth with tape. The stepmother first scolded Zhang Hang in the most vicious language, and then began to punch and kick. Well, that's not enough. Finally, I picked up a kitchen knife and said that I wanted Zhang Hang to fight for his life. Zhang Hang was frightened and struggled desperately. Therefore, her stepmother's kitchen knife lost its target. She didn't cut him, but cut the rope. Zhang Hang made a dash for the door and finally saved her life. That year, he was only twelve years old and has been homeless ever since.

After choosing a candidate, Zhang Hang stood up and strode to the hospital.

Two hours later, Zhang Hang stood in front of his stepmother's house. He picked up an iron bar and wrapped it in rags to avoid being found with fingerprints afterwards. The door was unlocked, so he gently pushed it open and looked around to make sure no one was there. Then he closed the door again and crept into the house. The room was dark, dark and didn't even turn on the light. A hunchbacked old man sat in the middle of the room, with his head down and motionless, as if he were dozing off.

Zhang Hang was overjoyed. Daoan really helped me. He held the iron bar high. However, at the moment when he was about to fall, his hand froze. He saw his stepmother muttering in her arms. Zhang Hang curious, give him a look, surprised, stepmother arms holding the portrait of his father. She shriveled her lips and said to the portrait, "Old man, you left me here to die." If I had been nicer to Zhang Hang, I wouldn't have been alone and had no visitors in this situation. Alas, what a retribution, this white hair is a witness. "

I heard that, Zhang Hang's cold heart could not help but tremble. Indeed, I haven't seen her stepmother's beautiful black hair for ten years, and now it's as white as snow, and it's scattered there without tying it. Zhang Hang knew that since he ran away from home, his father was very unhappy and died soon. When my father died, my stepmother lost her dependence, and the situation immediately became very miserable, relying only on a little poor relief to maintain her life. In this case, instead of killing her, let her continue to live in guilt and shame. Maybe that's the best punishment for her.

Zhang Hang hesitated, but her stepmother seemed to hear the voice and slowly raised her head. Zhang Hang immediately threw away his iron bar and ran away.