The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 533 Memories
The deal is simple.

He will keep my body in this state, weak and painful, but it cannot be damaged, let alone die, as if it is imprisoned in a narrow time period, so that I have Big time to change heaven.

In the endless years since then, I have done many things. I have visited villages, gathered worshipers, written history, and built new shrines to the Forgotten.Since I don't need to eat, and I won't be killed, I have done 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 sprinkle anything on it, so, gradually, the rules of this heaven have been changed by me, those pig-headed people are no longer high-ranking butchers, and those people, too. Finally, I was able to enter the sacrificial hall and enjoy some rights that I would never have access to before.

I preach 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 know the truth.

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

Oink.

You are finally here. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you here. I sometimes maintain a posture and sit for ten years. I watch those people eating and eating every day. I’ve seen no less than a hundred Individuals are supported to death by themselves.

They poorly thought that one day they could really fly out.

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

So I wait and wait.

Oh, by the way, all I need to do in that deal is let you drink this.

As she spoke, Mary picked up a bowl from behind, and that bowl contained foul-smelling, greenish, 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 mistook the person. I'm not Oink, I'm Old Joey."

Mary smiled: "Oh, my eyes are stitched up, so I won't admit my mistake, but it doesn't matter whether you admit it or not, or you simply forget the previous memory, as long as you drink this water, you will lose everything." I remembered."

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

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

"No, I won't!" Old Joey said, but he probably didn't even realize that his eyes were fixed on the bowl, and he couldn't seem to move away.

Can drinking this thing evoke memory?

Old Joey thought, he is not a nostalgic person. In fact, all his memories are muddled, he can't remember faces, he can't recognize the way, and maybe the things he just handled will be forgotten in a blink of an eye, let alone Those are older questions.

Ziliang once said to himself that people always have to look forward, and the memory of the past is the most useless thing, because you can't change it, so you can only bear it. In other words, memory is to add obstacles to yourself.

Old Joey felt that what Ziliang said made sense, so he never recalled it.

But if remembering is simply drinking a bowl of water, no need to think, even if remembering is troublesome, but... that is the past self after all.

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

Just take a sip and let me see how I used to be, anyway, I'll forget about it in a few days. Right.

He thought like this, and then, raising his head slightly, he drained the water of that night!

Meanwhile, in another world,

Ziliang is running.

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

He sprinted frantically in the ruined urban area, his feet stepped on the gravel all over the ground, and the white coat on his body was covered with blood, but he was still running, so fast that only an afterimage could be seen.

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

This scene came so suddenly, without warning, without even a sound, as if a pair of invisible big hands snapped off a finger biscuit in one ten-thousandth of a second, and then threw it casually far away. same place.

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

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

After about a second, Ziliang finally hit a ruined wall and stopped.

"Damn, hurry up, hurry up!"

He roared angrily, beating his broken leg desperately.

And that leg began to regenerate rapidly following the beating.

Ziliang didn't wait for the leg to be fully formed, so he quickly supported his body and continued to run forward. He didn't know what he was avoiding or chasing.

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

"Asshole, what's the matter at this time!"

He yelled, but he quickly took out the compass in his hand, flipping it over and over while running.

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

Because, he saw that behind [Heavenly Butcher——], the three characters [Old Joey] began to gradually melt away, and the ink marks began to reshape, and the three characters [Oink] gradually appeared. .

Ziliang cursed angrily, he obviously knew what happened.

"I'm so sick of myself right now," he said, slipping the compass back into his pocket and pulling out the phone.

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

On the other end of the phone, a calm voice came: "First, I'm not an asshole, and second, I'm fighting."

Ziliang didn't care who the craftsman was fighting with and how they fought, anyway, the craftsman would basically never lose in a fight like this.

"Hurry up and finish typing, I need your help."

The other end of the phone was still ringing, and it sounded like an extremely intense call, but it was hard to imagine that under such circumstances, it was such a strange scene that the craftsman was still holding a phone.

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

Ziliang continued to roar.

(End of this chapter)