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Chapter 169: Compassionate Gods Save World-Weary Believers (2)

He didn't know what the young man meant and blinked at him in confusion.

The sickle that was stirring in his heart was suddenly pulled out. The pain in his body made him very uncomfortable, but he held the young man's hand tightly and asked him stubbornly: "Who...are you?"

The young man pushed aside the stuck hair on his forehead, took out his handkerchief and wiped the shoe prints and dirt on his face bit by bit, with a bewitching voice: "My dear brother, don't you remember me anymore?"

A big hole was stabbed in his chest by a sickle, and blood was pouring out in large amounts at this moment.

The young man felt no guilt for the injuries he had caused and approached him affectionately: "It doesn't matter whether you remember me or not, because I will always remember your existence..."

"I will remember that we are the closest family in the world..."

Excessive blood loss caused his vision to go black. He stared at the young man stubbornly and asked again: "Who...are you?"

"My name is Lu Yu. I hope my brother can remember my name next time we meet."

He looked at the young man who gradually collapsed on the ground with a smile, and the sickle in his hand disappeared into thin air.

"Brother, when you wake up, I will give you a great gift!"

The wound on the heart of the young man who collapsed on the ground gradually stopped bleeding, and the wounds on his body were also healing strangely at this time.

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The fainting feeling caused by the blood loss in his brain gradually faded away. He slowly stood up with his body propped up, but his hands came into contact with some kind of cold soft tissue.

He blinked in confusion, but was so shocked by the scene before him that he lost all ability to move.

Large pieces of broken limbs were piled in front of him, and dark blood stains soaked into his garbage-stained trousers.

He looked at these heads that were placed neatly, corresponding to their identities one by one:

Among the people who were cut into pieces were the mother and son who insulted him, the man who burned him with cigarette butts, the man who crushed him with the soles of his shoes, and the little beggar who gave him the buns and led him to the alley.

He had no idea of ​​this horrifying environment, let alone when he got a bloody knife in his hand...

"what!!!"

A girl who accidentally broke into this place was frightened by the tragedy in front of her and screamed. She looked at the boy sitting among a pile of broken corpses in horror.

"There is a murderer!!!"

She was so frightened that her legs were weak and she was scared to death.

People are always keen on half-truths and half-false gossips. After hearing such exciting news, many curious people will naturally come over to take a look.

Some people with poor mental endurance would throw up against the wall when they saw such a situation.

The smell of vomit and the smell of decaying corpses mixed in this alley, causing many people to frown.

"It smells so disgusting. How on earth did he stay here?!"

"Don't murderers just like this kind of thing? It's as disgusting as bedbugs in the sewer!"

"That stinking rat in the gutter, just looking at him makes me sick!"

"It's so dirty, it doesn't look like a good thing!"

"He doesn't even taste the maggots!"

……

Abuse after insult came at him, and no one cared whether he was innocent or not.

Based on what they saw, they forced what they thought was "justice" on the young man. No one was willing to bother to consider whether the young man was also a victim.

"I didn't kill anyone..."

This weak defense was quickly suppressed by the crowd's vicious curses. Everyone was not even willing to think about it, so they decided to blame him without permission.

A rotten egg suddenly hit his head, followed by rotten vegetable leaves, mud, garbage...

People used him as a trash can to vent their dissatisfaction, unscrupulously venting on him the anguish they suffered in life, and giving full malice to this young man who was as blank as a piece of paper.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes to hide the gloom that had gathered in his eyes, and allowed the crowd's malicious intent to hit him.

"Tsk..."

A dissatisfied grunt sounded, followed by warm blood splashing onto his face.

The sound of the blade entering flesh reached his ears, the strong smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and his eyes were filled with sticky blood...

Lu Yu wielded a giant scythe to harvest the lives surrounding this place. No one had a chance to cry out in pain, and they were forever deprived of the right to breathe.

The young man wiped the dirt on his face bit by bit with a handkerchief, and the sickle dripping with blood was thrown casually at his feet.

"Brother, do you see clearly now?" Lu Yu stared at his eyes that were beginning to become cloudy and said bewilderedly: "Human nature is bad, they never consider the truth of the matter, they only Judge based on what you know.”

"Such a terrible world should be destroyed with our own hands."

The young man looked at him blankly, neither agreeing nor denying what he said.

Lu Yu sighed when he saw this, raised his foot and kicked up the sickle, piercing his heart mercilessly again.

"Brother, you are my closest family member..."

"I was not willing to use such an extreme method..."

The pain this time was not much different from the last time. He stared blankly at Lu Yu's turbid black eyes, and vaguely saw a bit of regret in them.

Was he sorry for my death?

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The place where he woke up this time was no longer a pile of corpses, but a secluded courtyard.

He blinked and looked at his surroundings. He saw many people heading towards a small house and spontaneously followed them.

This small room is large inside. In the middle of the altar is a clay sculpture with an unclear face, and in front are some tributes and other things used for offering.

"Shenjun Zhuo'an, I hope you can protect my child from disaster."

"Shenjun Zhuo'an, I hope you can protect me and win the lottery today."

"Shenjun Zhuo'an, I hope you can protect my future work smoothly."

……

People knelt on the futons and devoutly prayed for their wishes to the clay sculpture whose face could not be seen clearly.

This is what he saw.

He didn't understand this kind of behavior, but he still imitated their actions, kneeling on the futon and kneeling respectfully to the clay sculpture whose face could not be seen clearly.

"Lord God, why was I born here?"

The dirt and blood on his body were incompatible with this lonely temple, but the look on his face was more pious than all the believers.

Someone smelled the smell coming from him, pinched his nose and frowned: "Where did this little beggar come from? How did he end up in the temple?!"

"What's the point of teaching people to worship God if you put something in the trash?"

"Gods don't care about the fate of a piece of trash!"

Familiar curses and contempt sounded again, making this secluded courtyard somewhat noisy.

He stared blankly at the people who were yelling at him, half-kneeling on the futon, not knowing how to react.

The clay sculptures in the temple lit up slightly, but soon fell silent again.

Lu Yu, who was sitting on the top of the temple with a sickle on his shoulder, looked at the boy who was despised by everyone, and the smile on his lips grew deeper.

"My dear brother, this is how you should be, despised by everyone, misunderstood by everyone, disgusted by everyone..."

"In this terrible world, we are each other's only support..."

However, the smile on his lips froze in the next second.

A figure in a white robe held the young man who was despised by everyone tightly in his arms and coaxed him warmly: "I'm sorry..."

"I'm late……"