The deal is simple.

He would keep my body in this state all the time, weak and painful, but incapable of being damaged and unable to die, as if it were imprisoned for a small period of time, so that I would have plenty of time to change heaven.

In the infinite years since, I have done a great deal, I have visited villages, gathered believers, written history, and built new temples of the Forsaken. Since I didn't need to eat, and I wouldn't be killed, I did all of these things, although the process was extremely difficult, but ..... Like I said, I have time.

The new life is like a snow-white cloth, you can sprinkle anything on it, so, gradually, the rules of this heaven have been changed by me, and those pig-headed people are no longer the slaughterers on high, and those people are finally able to enter the temple and enjoy some rights that they will never have access to before.

I preach to them every morning, telling them what they should know and what they shouldn't know.

I became the master of this world because only I know the truth.

And I'm doing all this because I'm waiting for you to come.

Oink.

You're finally here...... You don't know how long I've been waiting for you here, I sometimes stay in one position, sit for ten years, I watch that group of people eat and eat every day, I've seen no less than a hundred people being stripped to death by themselves.

They pitifully thought that they would really have to fly out one day.

That's the terrible thing about hope, it can make a person so crazy that they can't see the reality clearly, and even if they know the truth, they will fool themselves into not believing it.

So I'm waiting, waiting, waiting.

Oh, by the way, what do I need to do in that deal...... It's for you to drink this.

As she spoke, Mary picked up a bowl from behind her, and in the bowl was a disgusting soup with a fishy green color.

Old Joey shook his head, he still couldn't understand Mary's words, but he still understood a small part of it.

Mary, for example, seems to think of herself as the butcher.

"No, you're wrong, I'm not Oink, I'm old Joey."

Mary smiled: "Heh, my eyes are sewn shut, so I won't admit it, but it doesn't matter if you admit it or not, or simply forget the old memories, as long as you drink this water, you will remember them all." ”

"I don't want to drink that." Old Joey muttered.

"No, you'll drink." Mary said, "Because the man said, you will drink, then, you will drink." ”

"No...... I...... No! Old Joey said, but he probably didn't even notice it, and his gaze, which had been staring at the bowl, seemed to be unable to take his eyes off.

Does drinking this thing evoke memories?

Old Joey thought that he was not a person who missed the past, in fact, his memories were so vague, he couldn't remember people's faces, couldn't recognize the way, and the things he might have just handled would be forgotten in a blink of an eye, not to mention those more distant questions.

Ziliang once told himself that people always have to look forward, and the memories of the past are the most useless things, because you can't change them, so you can only bear them, in other words, memories are to add blockages to yourself.

Old Joy felt that what Ziliang said was very reasonable, so he never remembered it.

But....... If memories are simply drinking a bowl of water, there is no need to think, even if memories are troublesome, but ...... That's the past self after all.

Old Joey began to think crankily, he didn't even know what was going on in his head, but his hand was already uncontrollable, and he took the bowl of disgusting liquid.

Just take a sip and let me see what I used to look like, anyway, I'll forget it in a few days...... Right.

He thought so, and then, tilting his head slightly, drained the water that night!

......

At the same time, in another world,

Ziliang was running.

Due to the different flow rates between the two worlds, in heaven, time has passed for a long time, but in Ziliang's opinion, it seems that less than a day has passed.

He sprinted wildly through the ruined city, his feet trampling on the rubble, his white coat covered in blood, but he was still running, so fast that he could only see a remnant.

Suddenly, just hearing a click, one of Ziliang's legs was directly broken.

This scene came so suddenly, without warning, without even a sound, as if a pair of invisible hands had broken a finger biscuit in a ten-thousandth of a second, and then thrown it into the distance at random.

Ziliang knew that it was a weapon that could exceed the speed of sound several times, coming from any corner of the world, with precise positioning and no misses.

His body was directly collapsed by the impact of this gun, and his thin body clanged, like a fallen wheel, colliding violently between the rocks, and the broken leg had long since lost its flying where.

After about a second, Ziliang finally hit the wall of a ruin and stopped.

"Damn, hurry, hurry!"

He roared angrily, thrashing his broken leg desperately.

And that leg also began to regenerate rapidly with the thrashing.

Before Ziliang could fully form the leg, he quickly supported himself and continued to run forward, not knowing what he was avoiding or chasing.

But at this moment, the compass in his pocket was very untimely and began to vibrate.

"Bastard, what a shit thing at this time!"

He shouted, but he quickly took out the compass in his hand all the time, and ran and looked through it.

It's okay not to look at this, but when I saw it, Ziliang's eyes opened violently in anger.

Because, he saw that behind the [Butcher of Heaven-], the three words [Old Joey] began to melt away, and those inkblots began to re-plasticize, and the three words [Oink] were gradually revealed.

Ziliang scolded angrily, he obviously knew what was going on.

"I hate myself to death now." He said, then put the compass back in his pocket and pulled out the phone.

"Hey, bastard, what are you doing?" Ziliang roared.

On the other end of the phone, a calm voice came: "First, I'm not a jerk, and secondly, I'm fighting." ”

Ziliang doesn't care who the craftsman is fighting with or how he fights, anyway, the craftsman basically won't lose when he fights.

"Hurry up, I want you to do me a favor."

On the other end of the phone, it was still tinkling, and it sounded extremely intense, but it was hard to imagine what a strange scene it was for the craftsman to still hold a phone in this situation.

"Old Joey has a problem, now you are the only one who can cross the plane at will, you have to help him."

Ziliang continued to roar.