I sell Coke in the doomsday

Having said that, Mo Li wiped the sand and blood off his palms, lowered his brows, sighed deeply, and said.

"Unfortunately, my hatred for you is deeply engraved in my bones, and I have no way to solve it."

Suddenly, Mo Li's mouth curled up, and the flowing clouds in the sky covered Mo Li's body at this moment. His eyes were dark, violent, and full of malice.

"But luckily, I found that I could be a bad guy."

"A more cruel, more barbaric, and more damnable villain than you."

"This is also his nature."

Liu Yong could no longer understand what Mo Li was saying, but he knew what he should do at this moment. Although the pain was unbearable, Liu Yong still knelt on the ground respectfully, almost lying flat on the ground.

This means surrender.

Mo Li was not very happy. He just rubbed his sleeves with his fingers, squinted his eyes, and talked to himself.

"Stop pretending to be a good person, Su Li."

"Following your instincts and being a bad guy is your only way out."

However, apart from Liu Yong who was kneeling on the ground, no one else present could hear Mo Li's mumbling.

This should be a very important day, because as a clone, Mo Li finally discovered that even if everything about him was copied from Su Li, he could still become a completely different person.

This means that the real Su Li can also become a real villain.

Half sea water and half fire, the reversal of good and evil may not be that difficult to achieve.

After this day, the clone Mo Li became the real boss of the ancient city stronghold, and Liu Yong was just a dog under him. However, the clone Mo Li did not interfere with Liu Yong's rule over the ancient city stronghold.

So, Liu Yong embarked on the same path as in previous reincarnations.

Using horrific and cruel means, an ancient city outpost that was supposed to be an oasis of doomsday was destroyed.

Massacre, riots, bloody suppression, this process repeated itself in the ancient city stronghold.

Just like that, half a year later, Wang Quan, the only spiritual sustenance of the lower-class people in the ancient city, who was living outside, was brought to Mo Li by Liu Yong.

Mo Li did not sit in the highest seat. He just stood in the middle of the field, looking indifferently at the young man whom he once admired.

Wang Quan showed no fear, but days of torture had left him covered in scars. Facing Mo Li who had betrayed him, he no longer had the strength to utter even a word of accusation.

Mo Li looked at the weak Wang Quan, slowly squatted down, and spoke slowly in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Say something, Wang Quan."

Wang Quan, who was extremely weak, raised his head slightly and looked at his former friend. His lips moved, but he could no longer make any sound.

Mo Li noticed this, so he stretched out a hand and gently pressed on his head, little by little, pressing the head to the ground.

"You know what? I won't kill you myself. I just want to know if everything you have done has any meaning."

There was finally a slight fluctuation on Wang Quan's face. He looked at Mo Li in front of him in confusion, not knowing what he was going to do.

Under Wang Quan's gaze, Mo Li gently raised his arm, and then the ordinary people who were supposed to be stopped at a distance stopped making noise, holding various weapons, and slowly approached.

Looking at this scene, Mo Li suddenly laughed out loud, and whispered while pressing Wang Quan's head.

"Earlier, I promised everyone in the entire ancient city stronghold that as long as someone kills you in the most cruel way, he can become the most powerful person under Liu Yong."

"Those who cry out about injustice all day long are also craving such a barbaric position."

"I carefully selected among those people and finally chose the most suitable ones."

"The blacksmith whose life you saved wants to kill you by lingchi."

"The guy you raised as your brother wants to burn you to death."

"What will you think then?"

Chapter 73 The Pale Man (Part 3)

"What will you think then?"

Listening to the whisper in his ear, Wang Quan finally regained some strength. He looked at Mo Li in front of him and said in a hoarse voice.

"Why...are you telling me this?"

Mo Li's eyes flickered, and his hand slowly slid down and landed on Wang Quan's face. He had a complicated expression and spoke softly.

"I used to think that human nature is hard to change, but facts have told me otherwise."

"As long as I want, I can be a savior, or I can be an extremely pure villain."

"So, you can do it, too."

"I don't like that guy Liu Yong. You are undoubtedly more suitable than him to be my new right-hand man."

Wang Quan looked at Mo Li in surprise, then burst into laughter and spoke in a very casual voice.

"Then you may be disappointed. I am a stubborn person."

"I'm not even afraid of death, so what do you think I have to fear?"

Mo Li stood up slowly, with no joy or sadness in his eyes. Then he waved his hand gently and spoke in a low voice.

"Fool, there are things more terrible than death."

"There are many more than you think."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people walked out from behind Mo Li, helped the weak Wang Quan up, changed him into clean clothes, put a mask on him, and helped him sit on a chair.

This doesn't look like an execution.

Wang Quan was thinking silently, and then he saw a group of people carrying a masked man, kneeling under the platform. A cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and he could not make any sound.

That person's body shape is exactly the same as Wang Quan's. It's hard to believe that they could find such a perfect substitute.

In an instant, Wang Quan realized Mo Li's plan, but he just smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Then, Mo Li sat next to Wang Quan and spoke softly.

"Watch carefully, it's about to begin."

Not long after, a middle-aged man came forward uneasily, with his head lowered, not daring to go to Mo Li on the platform, and called out in a low voice.

"My Lord... I am here."

Wang Quan recognized the middle-aged man in the audience. In his memory, the middle-aged man was a cheerful and free-spirited uncle. Every time they returned from outside the city, it was this uncle who prepared a table of delicious meals for them and welcomed them.

He had never seen this uncle show a ferocious expression to anyone, even though the uncle lost his only relative, his daughter, in this zombie crisis.

Mo Li looked at the anxious middle-aged man in the audience, raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke slowly.

"I won't force you to do anything. Everything depends on your will."

"But... you probably still want a daughter."

As he spoke, Mo Li took out a photo and looked at it carefully. The photo showed a cute little girl who was holding a ball, showing her dimples and smiling cheerfully.

"What a lovely child."

As he spoke, Mo Li threw the photo out. The thin photo floated along the breeze all the way to the middle-aged man's feet. The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and then he picked up the photo on the ground with trembling hands, his body shaking continuously.

Mo Li seemed to be nonchalant and was just saying some insignificant words, but every word was like a hammer, hitting the middle-aged man's heart hard.

"According to statistics from that year, there is a 60% chance that parents who lost a child unexpectedly would choose to have another child."

"This is not a replacement...it's an instinctive desire."

“When we lose something, we want to get it back.”

"You are the same, you also want a child."

"I hope that while I am still alive, I can have a child who calls me dad, and then I can watch him laugh, cry, and grow up."

"It's not wrong for people to be obsessed with the continuation of their bloodline and their children."

"It's not a sin."

"In fact, it is already difficult for us to take care of ourselves in this life, so why should we care about others?"

As Mo Li spoke, the middle-aged man gradually stopped trembling, but the muscles in his arms began to slowly tense up.

"You need a woman to bear your children, but no one will be willing to accept someone like you who is old, without status or power."

"Wang Quan and the others won't notice that you are living in pain, but I can."

"Stand on my side, I can give you a superior status, and you can possess those women who don't belong to you."

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Mo Li's lips, and he slowly spoke to the middle-aged man under the platform.

"I won't force you to make a choice. Everything is up to you."

"Come on, make your choice."

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man was silent for a long time, then he slowly stood up, picked up the iron rod that had been prepared on the ground, and walked to the scapegoat.

The middle-aged man clenched the iron rod with both hands and took a deep breath. Suddenly, his eyes widened with anger and bloodshot, and he smashed the iron rod heavily on the scapegoat's head.

Bang!

"Fuck your rules!"

Bang!

"I've had enough of you!"

Bang!

"You have everything! But what about me!"

Bang!

"I want my child! I don't want your bullshit rules!"

Bang!

"Die! Die! I want to live! Better than any of you!"

"I don't want any bullshit justice! I want a woman! I want my child!"

Amid the dirty, naked shouts and curses, the middle-aged man used the iron rod to hit the scapegoat's head again and again, and each time it landed accurately in a fatal position without any mercy or hesitation.

The poor scapegoat had already fallen to the ground. The glaring blood had dyed the white mask red and formed a small pool of blood on the ground. However, the middle-aged man was still swinging the iron rod without stopping.

Gnashing of teeth, hysterics.

Wang Quan sat on the high platform, his face under the mask had turned pale. He looked at the uncle who used to be amiable, and saw him ferociously beating the scapegoat who represented him with a stick.

Why...is this happening?

Obviously, I have never owed anything, so why do I have such deep hatred?

As if he could see what Wang Quan was thinking, Mo Li, who was sitting next to him, spoke softly.

“There is nothing perfect in this world.”

"And our eyes are so small that when we see the imperfections in perfection, we can no longer look away."

“I would think that’s all.”

"The so-called order and fairness you speak of are also built with flaws, and you will never be able to change them."

"Because regardless of this apocalypse or not, we humans are all flawed creatures."

"Long before this zombie crisis, similar things were happening in our world all the time."

"Murder, robbery, jealousy, revenge, our history is filled with desire and painted with it."

Having said that, Mo Li turned his head, looked at Wang Quan deeply, and said in a low voice.

"We are hopeless creatures."

After that, Mo Li never said another word, and after that middle-aged man, the same drama continued.

One after another, the people who were supposed to be harmless in Wang Quan's impression became hideous in response to Mo Li's whispers, and hysterically swung iron bars and hit the scapegoat who had already died.

The vicious curses and fabricated crimes all fell on the scapegoat, and also created deep holes in Wang Quan's heart, one after another.

From sunrise to sunset, no one made a different choice, they were true to their desires.

From the old people to the children, they suddenly turned into horrible monsters. In order to get what they wanted, they turned into monsters like Liu Yong.

If desire also has color, then in Wang Quan's eyes, the whole world should be filled with strong colors, making him almost blind.