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Chapter 168 Compassion for the Gods Saves World-Weary Believers

From the dirty garbage pile, a hand covered with dust slowly stretched out. He peeled away the garbage that was pressing on him, moved his body little by little, and crawled out of the garbage pile.

He was covered in dirt, dragging his crushed leg and moving slowly, walking through a pile of garbage, seeming to have become one of them.

He seemed to have been used to this situation for a long time. He slowly found a place to sit down temporarily and folded his leg that was bent by the garbage with an expressionless expression.

He seemed to have no ability to feel pain. During the whole process, there was only the sound of "clicking" the bones back into place, and he didn't even frown.

"Mom, why is this person staying in the garbage dump?"

A childish voice suddenly sounded, causing him to look up blankly, and a bright smile appeared in the remaining recognition.

Seeing his stupid look, the child's mother quickly hugged her child and left.

As she hugged her child and left quickly, she did not forget to remind her child: "Don't get close to this kind of person, this kind of person is a fool, and you will become a fool if you stay with him!"

He listened to the mother's warning to the child and stared blankly at his dirty hands, "Am I... a fool?"

"You are not a fool!" A man smoking a cigarette glanced at him with disgust and said with disdain: "No matter how bad a fool is, his birthplace will not be a garbage dump!"

"People like you who were born in the garbage dump should be defined as garbage, waiting to be cleaned up like these waste products!"

He couldn't tell whether the man's words were kind or malicious. He had just been born here, and his whole person was like a piece of pure white paper, allowing others to add dirty colors to it.

Seeing that he was like a fool and couldn't tell the difference between good and bad words, the man casually threw the unextinguished cigarette butt on him, cursed "unlucky thing" and left.

The flaming cigarette butt hit his arm, leaving a shallow burn.

He stared at the flickering cigarette butt curiously, touched the flame of the cigarette butt with his hand, and let the remaining flames burn the skin on his fingers.

The flickering fire light was pressed by him and soon went out.

He tilted his head and looked at the extinguished cigarette butt, as if thinking about why it went out.

A clean leather shoe suddenly stepped on the back of his hand, grinding it hard. The uneven patterns on the soles scratched the back of his hand, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

He followed the man's feet and looked up. A man with a ferocious face glared at him: "Dirty and smelly bastard, maggots like you should be put in the trash can and stay away. Don't always come out to disgust people!"

His ability to perceive emotions was not clear, but he could vaguely tell that the man stepping on the back of his hand was in a bad mood.

He blinked and looked at the man confusedly: "Are you unhappy?"

These eyes were as pure as a newborn baby. There was only confusion in them, without a trace of resentment towards the world.

The man stared at such a pair of eyes and suddenly became dissatisfied. He raised the foot that was crushing the back of his hand and kicked him in the face, leaving a shoe mark on his already dirty face. .

He was kicked to the edge of the garbage, and the dust raised scattered into his eyes, casting a haze over those bright black eyes.

"What kind of unlucky thing?!"

The man was obviously unhappy at work, so he vented his unhappiness on him, throwing his negative emotions at him unscrupulously.

There was dust hanging on his eyelashes, and out of self-preservation, his eyes shed physiological tears to wash away the dust that fell into his eyes.

The man had left long ago, but he squatted there and hugged his legs, letting himself blend in with the dirty garbage.

He looked at his burned fingers and blinked in confusion.

It's very uncomfortable here...

He didn't know what pain was, but he knew it was uncomfortable and made him unhappy.

He doesn't like these...

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There was a little beggar on the street not far away. He saw the young boy nestled in the garbage and took the initiative to walk towards him.

"Were you thrown here too?"

He blinked, judging the little beggar's words, and asked in confusion: "Throw it away?"

Perhaps he acted too much like a fool. The little beggar glanced at him with pity, sat next to him and said to him: "I was seriously ill when I was a child. The fortune teller said that I would not survive. My father thought that I would die. If I’m unlucky at home, I’ll be thrown into the trash can.”

"Is this...garbage?" He pointed to the smelly trash can behind him and tilted his head to look at the little beggar.

"That's right!" The little beggar nodded, took out a relatively clean white-flour bun from his pocket, broke half of it and handed it to him, and continued: "Maybe it's because I'm lucky, so I have to make a living by picking up garbage. Come down."

He blankly accepted the half piece of steamed bun handed over by the little beggar, and imitated the little beggar to bite and eat it.

The little beggar looked at his stupid look with obvious disgust.

"Why do you act like a fool?!"

He couldn't hear the distasteful words of the little beggar, and blinked at him with a pair of dark eyes, which were so pure that people could not help but feel guilty for their despicable actions, and at the same time, he hoped to make these eyes become Muddy.

The little beggar's eyes flashed, and he pointed to the alley not far away and said to him: "Idiot, I will go to that alley later to find you some food. After you finish your steamed buns, remember to come and find me."

His reaction always seemed to be much slower than that of normal people. It took him a long time to realize what the little beggar said and nodded awkwardly.

Seeing that he agreed, the little beggar breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards the alley over there.

"Sir, I have done everything you asked me to do, so the reward you promised me before..."

He ran over happily, with a smile on his face.

But he never expected that what would greet him would be a sickle piercing his chest...

The young man looked at his disbelief and smiled mischievously: "Oh my, my hand slipped accidentally!"

The sickle on the little beggar's chest was suddenly pulled out, and scarlet blood fell to the ground.

The young man paid no attention to the body lying on the ground. He waved the bloody sickle and stared greedily at the young man eating steamed buns over there: "My dear brother, I finally see you again..."

While holding the steamed bun and eating it, he heard the noise coming from the alley. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then gradually walked towards the dark alley.

As soon as he stepped into this alley, a sickle pierced his heart mercilessly. The young man holding the sickle smiled evilly, pinched the handle of the sickle and turned it around in his heart, forcefully The ground was ground into minced meat.

"My dear brother, long time no see..."

"Do you like the meeting gift I prepared for you?"