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Chapter 58 Sinners?

"I...I'm not a sinner?" Old Joey looked around blankly.

"You are not, of course you are not."

"But... I cut off the only path to the outside world, and this world is ruined!"

"This world is ruined. You cannot be blamed for not being able to fetch water in the desert, nor can you be charged with a crime for not saving a dead person. This makes no sense."

"But...that Hongqiao is the hope of this world. At least with it, this world still has an outlet. I destroyed this after it was released, and I destroyed the hope of the whole world."

"No, hope is the most terrible thing." The craftsman said: "If you have never tasted sweetness, then there is nothing to be afraid of forever. If you have never seen the light, what can the darkness of your life be like forever? Everything is greedy. They will constantly look forward to better things. When eating rice, they will think of eating meat. When giving them meat, they will think of something more delicious. This is what Hongqiao is like. It is inserted there to make people suffer. This pain, like hope, will never end. The only thing that can calm people down is to cut it directly."

Old Joey's entire breath calmed down, or to be more precise, he became stupid. He tried to understand what the other party said. These words were a bit weird, but seemed... very reasonable.

"But......"

"No, but..." The craftsman interrupted Old Joey and continued: "This is the world. Natural choice has already clarified everything. In the dark and dull deep sea, there is a fish that can emit a faint light. As long as the fish are close to the light, they will be swallowed up. In the jungle, if a little bright red suddenly appears in the green that makes people almost faint, it must be the deadliest poisonous insect. Light and color have never represented beautiful things. The word hope is simply a means of comforting people who will never reach the end... People who are truly worthy of the word "hope" will never care about hope. They will only work silently, either succeed or fail, which is enough."

Old Joey had a slightly mouthful, and he couldn't help but follow the other person's thoughts. As a result, the moment the other person stopped talking, he actually discovered that the "hope" in this world had become the most terrifying thing in heaven.

Old Joey shook his head: "What's going on? It's not like this. Shouldn't I be a sinner?"

"You are not..."

"But, the whole world is hating me. It is because of this that I am brought to this world. This is my redemption!"

"fart!"

The craftsman shouted angrily, and Old Joey's body trembled suddenly, as if this sound was even more shocking than the most terrifying attack on him.

"A group of people who only know how to worship knows hatred? They don't even dare to hide from the knife on their throats. How could such people be qualified to talk about others... The worms on the ground cannot go back and accuse apes of why they can eat the freshest fruits on the treetops, and those monkeys cannot blame why birds can fly, because they do not have that ability themselves, and a group of people who have not even climbed the Forgotten Hall, but blame a hero who has walked across the Hongqiao. This is simply a joke. What they blame is not your sin, but accusing you of doing what they cannot do."

Old Joey's mind buzzed, and he felt... what the other party said made sense. His actions were like birds flying. That was because he had the ability to do this. If that was the case, why would he be guilty?

This thought suddenly rushed into the depths of his thinking, and kept him stupidly in place. He even had no intention of wondering why the person in front of him knew about heaven, why did he know that the people of heaven must be included in the worship, and how could he know that this place was called the Forgotten Temple.

Of course, the craftsmen didn't know at first, but Ziliang knew...that's enough.

Why, you may feel very inconsistent when you talk about it.

Because in the craftsman's military coat pocket, the phone was not turned off... and Bluetooth was turned on, and there was a Bluetooth receiver plugged in the data interface behind the craftsman's head. Therefore, Ziliang could hear all the sounds present, and what Ziliang said was clearly transmitted to the craftsman's head.

While the old Joey was still stunned, Ziliang shouted at the other side: "Hurry up, this guy is not good at using his brain. Take advantage of the heat and add another effort!"

The craftsman dared not neglect the classical Chinese. Although the truth he said was a bit unreasonable, Old Joey was his friend after all, and helping his friend was the most reasonable thing, and this is one of them.

And if Old Joey really can never get out of his heart, then he will definitely sink into eternal pain, and saving such a person is the most reasonable thing, this is the second.

Finally, from reason to reason, I said before that the angry old Joey is a butcher, and he will kill everyone he sees. Then saving old Joey is equivalent to saving thousands of lives and saving lives. This is the biggest truth.

This is the third one.

And three are definitely bigger than one.

In this way, even if I add some touch to what I say and bring a little deception, it is reasonable!

Yes, this is the craftsman, the most reasonable person in the world.

Finally, as Ziliang said, he made a lot of effort.

"Do you want to leave here?"

He said.

Old Joey's body trembled, and the point he expected most in his heart was touched. During the long years, he even forgot why he left here. He just vaguely remembered that he had some friends and they needed him, so he had to go back...

But Old Joey subconsciously shook his head.

"I can't leave anymore...I've tried countless times, and the world has been blocked, and no one can go out."

"Because of that rainbow bridge?"

Old Joey nodded: "Yes, it's broken, I said, I cut it off."

The young man in a coat looked at Old Joey.

"Maybe you have forgotten me, so you can try to recall that I am a craftsman..."

Old Joey looked at the other person blankly and murmured: "Craftsman?"
Chapter completed!
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