"But I'm still smarter than you."
After a long time, Zhao Hai broke the silence in the office and said stubbornly and insistently.
Zhang Ziliang glanced at him: "So? Why don't you die with me?"
"In the face of death, everything becomes equal again."
...
"But I'm still smarter than you."
Zhao Hai is like a repeater.
Zhang Ziliang took a deep breath, finally loosened his clenched fists and stopped paying attention.
…
Grocery store No. 7.
Wang Ye stood at the door of the grocery store, somewhat lost in thought.
The rocking chair by the door is gone.
Po Meng has also disappeared.
Including Zhou Han, Lu Dongbin, and the person who looks the same as me next door to the grocery store...
As if suddenly, everyone started to get busy.
And Wang Ye...at this moment, he became the most leisurely person in this hell gate.
Somewhat mocking.
He kept working hard to improve his strength, even if he risked his life again and again, but the result was indeed...
In the face of real power...
I am still like an ant.
Even if you want to block the car with your mantis, it is considered a compliment.
"Can I really...reach the legendary realm?"
Standing at the door of the grocery store, Wang Ye fell into a daze for a moment, and his future path became a little blurry at this moment.
Own...
What exactly are you insisting on?
Is he really a genius?
The so-called genius, after the war, can only find a corner where no one cares and hide like a waste.
If this is really the case, then I might as well be a waste from the beginning.
At least...
I can stand upright in front of everyone and shout...
The human race will never be destroyed!
In this way, at least at that moment, I felt happy.
In just a few months, Wang Ye's state of mind has changed several times without realizing it.
At least he is now...
It seems that he has a little more warmth towards people besides himself.
Maybe it's the careless Xiao Wu, the wily Zhang Ziliang, or maybe it's the cold, sculpture-like Xiao Si.
them...
At least they all have their own persistence and their own responsibilities.
What about yourself?
What exactly is it that I am carrying?
Survive?
How to live?
Even if you can live for a thousand years or ten thousand years...
If you are hiding here and there every day, or if you don't even have the interest to laugh every day...
Is this kind of existence really meaningful?
perhaps...
Unknowingly, he was also carrying something.
Zhang Ziliang’s hope.
Zhang Ziliang placed all his bets on himself, including the future of the human race!
waste...
Is it really trash?
In a few months, I have grown from an ordinary person to where I am now. If there are historical records, I am afraid that the speed of my improvement will shock everyone.
His original intention has never changed.
That is...live!
But in the past, he only lived for himself, but now... he has to find a way to bring more people with him to live together.
Holy Mother?
Maybe.
It turns out that one day, I will live in the way I hated the most at the beginning.
And there are more people who want to live...
At least for now, he will treat himself as a waste and hide honestly...
All he can do is let himself grow to that height as early as possible.
"It's time to get ready and run away..."
Wang Ye smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at the grocery store seriously again, turned and left.
…
post office.
"If that white-skinned monkey comes back, please send me a message."
"When I come back, I will take good care of it!"
Wang Ye looked at the empty post office and asked kindly.
this...
It should be regarded as my last little obsession.
At this moment, the Yin Qi in the post office surged, forming a piece of text in mid-air.
'Task: Kill five Arhats/Kings of Heaven and one Bodhisattva/Star King. '
'Time: three eternal nights. '
'Bonus: Access to the second floor. '
Looking at the text, Wang Ye was startled.
post office...
It seemed that it had been too long since he had been given a task. He even thought that the post office could no longer provide what he wanted.
Second floor?
Wang Ye looked into the distance, at the deepest part of the post office, where a corner of the steps was faintly exposed.
What exactly is there on the second floor?
Is it really worth it to get the post office to offer such a large price?
You won't fool yourself with the word "knock" like that wooden fish.
As if the post office knew what Wang Ye was thinking, the words changed and appeared in the void again.
'Excellent value for money! ! ! '
Looking at the three huge exclamation marks at the back, Wang Ye had a hint of meaning in his eyes: "If you lie to me, I will tear you down."
The post office did not respond.
Even the words in the void began to slowly dissipate.
"My ghost uniform is broken."
"Give me another one."
"Also...I brought the design myself!"
Without giving the post office time to respond, Wang Ye decisively took out the drawings designed by the designer of Tianzhu at that time, with a dangerous light in his eyes.
The threat is self-evident.
The post office seemed to be stunned by Wang Ye's sudden operation. Yin energy kept surging, as if it was silently resisting something.
For example...
There is no problem with your own aesthetics.
But in the end, feeling the aura emanating from Wang Ye, the post office finally compromised.
A wisp of dark wind blew by, rolling the drawing into the air.
About ten minutes passed...
A brand new ghost uniform appeared in front of Wang Ye.
The New!
And in terms of shape, it looks countless times stronger than before.
Wang Ye put away the ghost uniform with satisfaction: "I will follow this standard next time!"
Until Wang Ye left the post office.
A somewhat transparent figure appeared in the void. He opened his teeth and claws in the direction Wang Ye left, punching and kicking him, seeming to vent his dissatisfaction.
After a while, he picked up the blueprint again, looked at it carefully, then scratched his head and disappeared.
…
Beyond the gates of hell.
Standing in the direction of the city gate, looking at the plaques he had found, Wang Ye sighed.
Three eternal nights are coming...
But he left his city before the war started.
This security guard...
Incompetent.
He just went to Liang Zhishui and explained to him what would happen in the next period of time in Guimenguan, saying that he could evacuate in advance and there was no need to risk his life for Tianzhu.
After all, people deceived themselves.
He should also be held responsible.
But Liang Zhishui straightened his back and hit his chest with his small fist, indicating...
gate of hell!
Where I rise!
The people are here, the city is here!
Once this battle is over, if he is still alive, his reputation will spread all over the world!
