"It's just him...self?" Billy hesitated: "What does he need to be redeemed?"

Ziliang's figure swayed with the lights... "So, you don't understand at all. Everyone has something they will eventually redeem, such as...life."

"Just...life?" Billy screamed suddenly.

With its screams, the entire factory seemed to suddenly boil. From every corner where light could not be exposed, on the ceiling, on the corner of the machine tool, and in the gaps of steel, countless Billy dolls suddenly crawled out. They piled up like locusts into dense oceans, rushing up, and in an instant, surrounding the entire room. Thousands of dark eyes were clearly angry, staring at Ziliang. The wooden joints collided with each other, and the dense sounds made people feel goosebumps.

"Are you saying that Jigsaw is the kind of life-threatening person who puts life and fears death who puts life above your will? You are insulting him! You are slandering! You are slandering!"

"You are... fart!" Ziliang completely ignored the terrifying scene and interrupted Billy's scream in an understatement. He carried the axe on his shoulder and took a step forward. The light was blocked by his body, leaving only a shadow hanging from the sky and two scarlet gazes that shot straight into his heart.

"Those who say will and ideals are more important than life are all pitiful ignorant people who have never experienced death. They can only put on high-sounding faces and yell at the great truth that they have only a slight understanding of.

Everyone's life is the most precious, so a person should treat it with the most cherished eyes in his life. So what about good or evil? So what about good or bad people? Those are just a framework for people's self-defined, not a carrier of the meaning of life.

The will of a ‘jipper’ has never been a punishment, nor has it ever been a comment on good and evil.

He just wants people to understand the simplest, but most easily forgotten truth, life... needs to be cherished."

Billy was silent. He seemed to want to shout something and retort the sloppy doctor who was ignorant of lifting, but the wooden jaw only opened and closed up and down a few times, but there was no sound at all.

He is a puppet, I know, this setting is a bit magical, but so what can it be? This plane just needs someone who has been watching the jigsaw from the beginning, watching everything he does, watching him from the beginning to the formation of the first game, to the end of everyone involved in the game.

This is why Billy appears. He believes that he has understood what the jigsaw thinks and carries the will of the jigsaw, which is why it exists.

And when its heart is shaken... Billy seems to suddenly find the meaning of his existence.

In fact, with just one order, the workers and puppets would surge up and instantly tear the hateful doctor to pieces.

But it didn't, because, it felt, what this person said... seemed to be right.

......

......

"Jigsaw"

This is a code name, a synonym for demons, a word that can be associated with cruelty and pain in your mind as long as you hear it

But [John Kramer] has planted another meaning deep under these.

Yes, this does sound a bit unrealistic, and using pain to interpret life...it is really hard to understand.

But as I said just now, only when you face death can you truly understand life.

So you can curse the absurdity of this will, laugh at it, and be angry.

John Kramer never cared about this.

He is just quietly waiting for his redemption and death.

......

The ‘Jigsaw’ is dead.

......

Billy lowered his head, his face made of wood could not show any expression, but he exuded a silence that was very inconsistent with the atmosphere at this moment.

In the corridor in the distance, the crazy workers suddenly stopped. They piled up at the narrow entrance, and the piled mountains suddenly collapsed. The puppets fell down, paving into a dark ocean, and the workshop below was very powered off. The roaring sound became silent, and everything became silent, only the collision sound of moths hitting the light bulb.

"Am I...wrong?"

Billy murmured.

Ziliang didn't answer... He just kept quiet...

"So, let's go back to my original question, Jigsaw, where is it?"

Billy shook his head: "Where is he? Hehe, heaven, or hell, how do I know that he is dead, dead!"

"I know, but what if I die?" Ziliang said: "Didn't I say that only when I have faced death can I understand the will of Jigsaw, so... I have also died."

Billy was stunned. He raised his head and looked at Ziliang in surprise.

"Believe me, death is never the end. Just tell me where he is...even if it's just a corpse."

"Can you... resurrect him?"

"I didn't say that, but human will can completely exist without the body. Cancer can only kill his body. Jigsaw cherishes life extremely. This kind of cherishing has been transformed into a will that is higher than life, so...I can try it."

"You have to guarantee..."

"I don't have time to guarantee anything to you here." Ziliang said: "My body can't last for too long. Now you either believe me and hand over the jigsaw, or you will kill me now, and then continue to control the world with the will of the jigsaw you understand.

What will the ending be? You choose it yourself."

Ziliang said, his ever-indifferent tone seemed to finally get a little serious.

He really couldn't hold on for long. The regeneration ability of Titonos's blood can indeed help Ziliang to lower the side effects of adrenaline, but nothing can appear out of thin air. Those repaired muscles and tissues require energy support. Now Ziliang can feel that the Curse Blood is hollowing out his body. After a while, his muscles may atrophy, and his heartbeat and brain may collapse.

So he was betting.

Betting on Billy's choice is also a choice of whether one is life or death.

These quiet seconds were also extremely long seconds... Finally, Billy raised his head.

Although he didn't say anything, with a roar, one wall of the office suddenly rose up, and a cold air instantly filled the entire room.

Ziliang turned around and looked at the inside of the wall, a freezing cabin made of steel scrap, lying quietly there. On the cabin door, there was a small piece of glass. Through the cold air, you could vaguely see an old man in his 50s lying inside.
Chapter completed!