Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 572: Calling People, Broom, Sweeping

You said you wanted to kill me as soon as you walked in, and then you let a monster bite my head off, and then you call this a friendly communication?
Did your father teach you to be so friendly to others since you were a child?
[The old tree on the grave] was dumbfounded and couldn’t find the right words to refute for a moment.

Feng Mu, however, felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Although he said he wanted to kill the [old tree on the grave], at least he was open and honest and treated people with sincerity, and did not launch a sneak attack.

He is upright and open!
In addition, [The Old Tree on the Grave] shot him first, but he did not fight back immediately. His self-defense was very subtle and restrained, and he was even willing to talk to the other party. Isn't this a kind of friendship?
To some extent, this is equivalent to giving the other person a few more minutes of life.

Life is so precious, especially for a dying person, we should be grateful for every extra minute we can live~
It's like the God of Hell wanted you to die at three o'clock in the morning, but in the end he was merciful and let you live until three and five minutes in the morning. Shouldn't you be grateful to the God of Hell for those extra 300 seconds?

Just tell me, is the King of Hell particularly...friendly to you? Anyone else would cry to death if they saw him.

[The old tree on the grave] stared at Feng Mu with an extremely sincere look, as if, perhaps, he understood the other party's logic.

There is a little bit of truth in this... What the hell!
He realized that he was totally wrong. He had preconceived that Feng Mu was as crazy as the madman who changed his destiny. In fact, he was a little crazier than that madman.

[The old tree on the grave] looked at Feng Mu with complicated eyes. He regretted that he should not have shot Feng Mu. He should have shot himself.

At least, keep the last bullet for yourself.

[Old Tree on the Grave] sighed and asked helplessly:
"What do you want to talk about?"

Feng Mu smiled and said:

"Who asked you to publish the report about the Second Prison?"

As Feng Mu spoke, he held out two fingers. Liu Yi, who was the most attentive, quickly handed him a cigarette and lit it.

Feng Mu took a sip and then handed it to [The Old Tree on the Grave]. He observed carefully and noticed that the cigarette boxes next to the computer were empty.

[Old Tree on the Grave] didn't want to answer Feng Mu's question, but his body took the cigarette handed to him before his brain did and took a big sip.

A cigarette before death is better than being a living god!

At this moment, he actually truly experienced what Feng Mu meant by friendship!

“No one asked me to post it, I just wanted to post it.”

[Old Tree on the Grave] blew out a smoke ring, and his eyes gradually drifted away in the smoke, as if he was lost in memories, and said faintly:
“If you want the world to be clean, you must first make the dirtiness visible.

Someone has to point at the filth and yell before someone else picks up a broom and cleans it up, and I just want to be the one yelling."

Feng Mu observed the [old tree on the grave]. With his pupil power combination of perspective insight level 3 and motion capture level 3, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a human lie detector, which can see through 99% of lies in person.

Could [the old tree on the grave] be the exceptional 1%?
Feng Mu didn’t think so. So, the other party was not lying. Was the person in front of him a true idealist?
To be honest, Feng Mu has been in this world for several years and has seen many different kinds of people, utilitarian, hypocritical, selfish, and sick... But the idealist is the first one he has seen.

And it sounds like a rather lofty ideal. This means that he can't just be called an idealist, but more like an idealistic...revolutionary? ! !
In a world where even the sun is blocked and light is monopolized, can the ideal spark be born?

It really is……

The smile on Feng Mu's face faded slightly, and his expression became unusually serious:
"The whole world is filthy. Who can hear you even if you shout at the top of your lungs? Besides, the people who hear you are probably already filthy at first glance."

[Grave Tree] was stunned for a moment, and he really felt like chatting with the other person. This person was not only a madman, but also a very logical and thoughtful madman. The most important thing was that the questions he asked were very similar to the questions he asked that person.

How did that person answer me at that time?

The old tree on the grave thought for a while and replied:

"Have you ever dug through a garbage dump? I have. Even in a garbage dump that stinks to high heaven, as long as you keep searching, you can always find something clean that has not been soiled."

"Maybe it's half a hard bun, or a piece of rag. Sometimes, just a little thing like this can save a life!"

Feng Mu looked at the old tree on the grave without saying a word.

[The Old Tree on the Grave] Seeing that Feng Mu was listening attentively, he also had some ideas in mind.

At first he was afraid that he would be infected by the madman. Now, he wondered if he could also infect the madman?

[Old Tree on the Grave] continued:
"Save one person, then another. Slowly, more people will shout, and more people will pick up brooms after hearing the shouts. As long as there is even one more person, you can't say my shouting is useless, and you can't say there is no hope of cleaning up this world."

After a pause, he added:
"As long as there is a little fire in the darkness, people will always gather there. In a dirty garbage dump, as long as there is a piece of clean white land, people will definitely walk over there."

"Like you said, this world is extremely dirty, and most people are dirty too. But even among these dirty people, most of them will instinctively stand in a place that is a little cleaner, even if it's just a little bit."

[Old Tree on the Grave] The cigarette butt between his lips flickered, and the scarlet flame was like a spark in the darkness in his mouth. He took the last sip and let the gray cigarette butt fall between his fingers.

Feng Mu looked deeply at the [old tree on the grave], with a complex look in his eyes that even the latter could not understand.

Feng Mu could fully understand what [[The Old Tree on the Grave]] wanted to express, because the world he came from had also experienced endless darkness, but it was re-lit by such a group of incredible people.

But can this world also be illuminated?

If it is possible, Feng Mu will be happy to see it happen; if it is not possible, Feng Mu doesn’t care!

After all, he has no sense of identity, belonging, or salvation in this world.

He never wanted to save the world, let alone be a savior or a martyr.

His heart is so big that it can hold the whole world, and his heart is also so small that it can only hold a name.

Feng Mu’s idea is very simple. If the world is black, then he will be black. If the world is white, then he will become white. It is that simple.

Unfortunately, the world is now in total darkness, so...

Feng Mu shook his head and sighed:
"You're right, so I heard your shouting and came with a broom to sweep you away!"

Feng Mu slowly raised his right hand and gently placed his five fingers on the shoulder of [Old Tree on the Grave]:

"Now answer my last question, who told you about this [air tax]?"

(End of this chapter)