All Worlds Madhouse

The deal is simple.

He will keep my body in this state, weak and painful, but unable to be damaged, let alone die, as if it is imprisoned in a narrow period of time. In this way, I will have Plenty of time to change paradise.

In the endless years after that, I did a lot of things. I visited villages, gathered believers, wrote history, and built a new Temple of the Forgotten. Since I don't need to eat, and I won't be killed, I can do all these things. Although the process is extremely difficult, as I said just now, I have plenty of time.

The new life is like a piece of snow-white cloth, you can splash anything on it. So, gradually, I changed the rules of this paradise. Those pig-headed people are no longer the aloof butchers, and those people are also I was finally able to enter the sacrificial hall and enjoy some rights that I had never had access to before.

I preached to them every morning, telling them what they should know and what they should not know.

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

And all I did was because I was waiting for your arrival.

Oink.

You're finally here. You don't know how long I've been waiting for you here. Sometimes I sit in the same position for ten years. I watch those people eating and eating every day. I've seen more than a hundred of them. The individual is being held alive by himself.

They sadly thought that they would really be able to fly out one day.

This is the scary thing about hope, it can make a person so crazy that they cannot see the reality. Even if they know the truth, they will deceive themselves and others not to believe it.

So I waited and waited.

Oh, by the way, what I need to do in that transaction is make you drink this.

As she spoke, Mary picked up a bowl from behind her. The bowl contained a smelly, green, disgusting soup.

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

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

"No, you got the wrong person. I'm not Oink, I'm old Joey."

Mary smiled: "Oh, my eyes were sewn shut, so I won't admit my mistake, but it doesn't matter whether you admit it or not, or simply forget the previous memories. As long as you drink this water, you will know everything." Remembered."

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

"No, you will drink it." Mary said, "Because the man said that you can drink it, then you will definitely drink it."

"No, I won't!" Old Joey said, but maybe he didn't even notice it. He was staring at the bowl and couldn't seem to move away.

Can drinking this thing bring back memories?

Old Joey thought that he was not a nostalgic person. In fact, all his memories were blurry. He couldn't remember faces or recognize the roads. Maybe the things he had just handled would be forgotten in the blink of an eye, let alone mention them. Those are more distant questions.

Ziliang once told himself that people always have to look forward. The memory of the past is the most useless thing. Because you can't change it, you can only endure it. In other words, memories are just blocking yourself.

Old Joey felt that what Ziliang said was very reasonable, so he never recalled it.

But what if recalling is as simple as drinking a bowl of water? No need to think. Even if recalling is troublesome, it will still be the past self.

Old Joey began to think wildly. He didn't even know what was going on in his mind, but his hand uncontrollably took over the bowl of disgusting liquid.

Just take a sip and let me see what I looked like in the past. Anyway, I will forget it in a few days, right.

He thought this, then, he raised his head slightly and drank up all the water that night!

At the same time, in another world,

Ziliang is running.

Since the flow speed between the two worlds is different, a long time has passed in heaven, but in Ziliang's view, it seems that only less than a day has passed.

He sprinted madly in the ruined city, his feet stepping on the gravel on the ground, and the white coat on his body was full of blood, but he was still running, so fast that he could only see an afterimage.

Suddenly, with a click, one of Ziliang's legs collapsed.

This scene happened so suddenly, without warning, and without even a sound. It was like a pair of invisible hands, crisply breaking off a finger biscuit in a ten thousandth of a second, and then throwing it away casually. Same everywhere.

Zi Liang knew that it was a weapon that could exceed the speed of sound several times. It came from any corner of the world, was accurately positioned, and fired without missing a beat.

His body was directly rolled forward by the impact of the gun. His thin body jingled like a fallen wheel, violently colliding between rocks, and the broken leg had long since disappeared. Know where it flew to.

About a second later, Ziliang finally hit a wall of ruins and stopped.

"Fuck, come on, come on!"

He roared angrily and beat his broken leg desperately.

And the leg began to regenerate rapidly with the beating.

Before Ziliang's legs were fully formed, he quickly propped himself up and continued running forward. He didn't know what he was avoiding or chasing.

But at this moment, the compass in his pocket began to vibrate out of place.

"Asshole, what nonsense is happening at this time!"

He shouted, but he quickly took out the compass in his hand and ran through it, reading it over and over again.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, Ziliang's eyes suddenly opened angrily.

Because, he saw that behind [Butcher of Paradise——], the three words [Old Joey] began to gradually melt away, and the ink stains began to reshape, and the three words [Oink] gradually emerged. .

Ziliang cursed angrily, he obviously knew what happened.

"I really hate myself right now," he said, then put the compass back in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

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

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

It didn't matter to Ziliang who the craftsman was fighting or how the fight started. Anyway, the craftsman would never lose in a fight.

"Hurry up and finish this. I need your help."

The other end of the phone was still ringing, and it sounded extremely fierce. However, it was hard to imagine what a strange scene it was for the craftsman to still hold a phone under such circumstances.

"Old Joey has a problem. Now you are the only one who can travel through the planes at will. You have to help him."

Ziliang continued to roar.