It can be said that if you feel lonely in this world and have no friends, you may be silent until the day you die.
There is a very simple way.
Borrow money.
Find someone to borrow money from.
Borrow as much as you can.
In this case, when you disappear for 24 hours, there will be constant calls asking about your health and safety.
Apparently...
Zhang Ziliang did this very successfully.
If there is really a way to resurrect Zhang Ziliang perfectly, Wang Ye will do it even if he breaks the heaven.
Just for the unlit fireworks.
"Old fox, I'm always on guard against you."
"I fell into your trap after all."
Wang Ye smiled mockingly and sighed inwardly.
Internal organs...
Wang Ye had left some of the previous Merit Pool Water for himself. Now he took out a container, placed the Merit Pool Water in it, and then carefully applied it into Zhang Ziliang's body.
Zhang Ziliang's originally dry skin seemed to have fewer wrinkles now.
Until all is used up.
Wang Ye gently placed his palm on Zhang Ziliang's chest, and a ray of energy penetrated into his body. He felt it silently, and after a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.
fine...
Recovered.
"I hope this guy won't trick me."
Wang Ye glanced at the bright flower in his hand, which had a human face on it. After hesitating for a moment, he opened Zhang Ziliang's mouth, pinched off a petal and handed it in.
The petals melt in your mouth.
Wang Ye just kept silent and fed all the flowers to Zhang Ziliang.
Unexpected...
Zhang Ziliang's heart beat again.
The faint sound of breathing came from the nostrils again.
until...
Slowly open your eyes.
A hint of joy appeared on Wang Ye's face, but unfortunately he soon became disappointed again.
Because Zhang Ziliang's pupils were very dilated and his whole person was in a sluggish state, he could not feel any intelligence at all.
Like a walking corpse.
...
Wang Ye was a little silent, but Zhang Ziliang opened his eyes and sat motionless in the coffin, as if he could sit there forever as long as no one touched him.
"Do you think... a miracle will happen?"
Wang Ye stared at Zhang Ziliang for a long time and suddenly asked.
Zhao Hai, who was standing in the distance, shook his head: "Perhaps the biggest miracle in the world is that the Tianzhu will be able to destroy Heavenly Court and Lingshan one day."
"As for Zhang Ziliang's resurrection... it would be even more difficult than this, if I hadn't been used to never saying anything..."
"It's 100% impossible to resurrect."
"He is just an empty shell now."
Listening to Zhao Hai's words, Wang Ye chuckled and shook his head: "Maybe, but the reason why miracles are called miracles is because people work hard to achieve them, right?"
"Actually...this time...I'm tired."
"Even when I went to Guimen Pass to fight the eighteen Star Lords, I was thinking that maybe I would just die there."
"It's quite boring..."
"Even a cunning old man like Zhang Ziliang who is afraid of death is gone, so what do I have to struggle for?"
"In the past, when I was unsure about many things, I could at least ask him, which would make me feel more at ease. But now who do I ask..."
"Ask you...I might be even more uneasy."
"What is the so-called saving the world and protecting the human race? I am just an ordinary person. It is too tiring to put so much pressure on myself."
Wang Ye carefully helped Zhang Ziliang out of the coffin, grabbed the wheelchair placed in the corner, and placed it on it.
During this period, Zhang Ziliang was paralyzed, like a puppet, letting Wang Ye do whatever he wanted.
"He is worried about dying and puts all his hopes and bets on me. Why?"
"But it's a pity...I didn't die."
Wang Ye shook his head with some regret: "Things like death were fine when I first made the decision, but I will leave as soon as I become cruel."
"But it's like jumping off a building. If you dare to jump for the first time and break your leg, how many people will dare to jump a second time?"
"At least...I don't dare anymore."
"But to live, I have to bear the burden of all these messy things that this bastard Zhang Ziliang forced on me."
"I'm a human too, why do I have to be a guardian!"
"But today..."
Wang Ye took a deep breath, became a little agitated, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and gradually calmed down again: "Starting from today, my goal has changed..."
"Resurrect Zhang Ziliang, and then let Zhang Ziliang save the world."
"Although the world may have been saved on the way to resurrection, at least after changing the target, the pressure is much less."
"Unknowingly, such an old thing has become my belief that supports me."
"Now that I think about it...it's pretty asshole."
Wang Ye sighed quietly, pushed Zhang Ziliang's wheelchair, and placed it in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, where he could perfectly overlook the entire upper capital.
"Look, you didn't have time to watch when you were alive, but now you have a lot of time."
"Take a good look at the world you protect."
"Watch carefully...see how I change the world for the better and better, until...ignite that bouquet of fireworks!"
Wang Ye patted Zhang Ziliang's shoulder, then turned around and walked out the door without hesitation.
It wasn't until he reached the door that he suddenly paused: "Thank you, from now on... I won't kill you anymore."
"At least you gave me hope."
Wang Ye didn't look back. After saying such incomprehensible words, he opened the door and left.
Zhao Hai, who had been sitting on the sofa and keeping quiet, suddenly had a smile on his lips: "Does this mean you acknowledge me?"
"It's so nice to be able to trust a hedgehog like you."
Zhao Hai shook his head, sighing, and then silently walked to Zhang Ziliang: "Oh, you must have put in a lot of effort to make him trust you."
"I just resurrected your body, and he chose to believe in me."
"Obviously, you hold a lot of weight in his heart."
"I...have been compared to you again."
Zhao Hai didn't know what he thought of, and took out a pack of low-quality cigarettes from his pocket.
"I always feel that there is still something lacking in you now."
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and stuffed it into Zhang Ziliang's mouth.
Although Zhang Ziliang is now like a sculpture and does not know how to smoke at all, he did look a lot more impressive for a while.
"It smells like that."
Zhao Hai nodded with satisfaction, took out his newly assigned mobile phone and took a photo.
Under the illumination of the light, the smoke slowly enveloped a side face.
It seems as if Zhang Ziliang is really alive in this photo.
pity...
Just seems.
However, Zhao Hai was very satisfied with his masterpiece and happily saved the photo.
This old fox never left himself a single painting in his life.
Now...picturesque.
