I sell Coke in the doomsday

No one thanked him, no one hesitated, only the desire and hatred suddenly burst out in an instant.

When night fell, the farce finally stopped, but it did not mean it was over.

Mo Li stood up, reached out and patted Wang Quan beside him, leaned over slightly, and whispered softly in his ear.

"That's all for today, but I'll do it again tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"I'll keep doing this until you realize it."

"I believe you will stand on my side."

"Because you and I are so similar."

Chapter 74: The Pale Man (IV)

Over and over again, unspeakable evil deeds were repeated by Wang Quan.

As Mo Li said, he let this farce continue, as if he wanted everyone to reveal their evil nature in front of Wang Quan.

But as time went by, Wang Quan's health gradually recovered. One day, he sat in the chair as usual.

The farce had not yet begun, but the poor guy who replaced him had already died, and the bloodstains beside the corpse had already turned dark black. It was already spring, and the corpse began to slowly rot in the warming temperature.

The foul smell of decay filled the place, and white maggots kept wriggling on the corpses.

The breath of death was everywhere, pressing on Wang Quan's heart and making him feel a little breathless.

Mo Li appeared in Wang Quan's sight. He walked slowly towards him with an expressionless face and sat on the chair next to Wang Quan.

Wang Quan was exhausted. He was already tired of the same drama. He turned his head and looked at Mo Li, who had an indifferent look, and spoke softly.

"enough."

Mo Li's expression remained unchanged, he didn't even look at Wang Quan, he just spoke lightly.

"You figured it out?"

Wang Quan smiled when he heard this, his smile was a little weak, but there was no confusion, he said softly.

"No, I've been a stubborn donkey who likes to bang my head against the wall all my life."

"I'm just tired of your tricks."

Mo Li's eyes flickered, and the fingertips of his right hand gently raised up, tapping the armrest of the chair slowly and rhythmically, and spoke leisurely.

"You are really a piece of stinky and hard stone."

“But that’s why everything makes sense.”

Mo Li finally turned around, looked at Wang Quan wearing a mask, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"There are indeed some people in this world who value their ideals more than their own lives."

“But I still feel that no matter how great the goodness is, it has its limits.”

"Or, in other words, there has never been endless love and hate in this world."

"You don't value your own life, so you don't think that what happened in the past few days was excessive."

"So... the person below is not you?"

Wang Quan was stunned when he heard this, and instinctively sensed a hint of danger. His heart tightened, and he asked Mo Li in a hoarse voice.

"what do you want to do?"

Mo Li turned his head again and stopped looking at Wang Quan. Instead, he raised his finger slightly, pointed at the rotting corpse below the stage, and spoke slowly.

"If, I mean if..."

"That guy in the audience, is she your sister Wang Zixuan?"

Hearing this, Wang Quan's pupils shrank instantly, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart hard, causing him to be blinded for a moment.

The next moment, Wang Quan, who had not yet fully recovered, stood up suddenly, grabbed Mo Li by the collar, his eyes were bloodshot, and dense bloodshot occupied the whites of his eyes.

"You beast! What are you going to do!?"

Looking at the furious Wang Quan, Mo Li's originally cold appearance finally showed some emotion. He smiled slightly, looked at Wang Quan whose eyes were full of hostility, and laughed softly.

"See, there are always things more important than your own life."

Wang Quan ignored Mo Li's words, nor the people who gathered around him, but roared angrily.

"Answer me, what happened to my sister!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Quan's hands were held by Mo Li. Feeling the huge force, Wang Quan felt that his hands were about to be completely crushed, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to let go.

Mo Li stood up slowly. His body was taller than Wang Quan. After he stood up completely, Wang Quan could only raise his head to see Mo Li's sight.

"Don't worry, I didn't do anything to her?"

"Just let her see what you've seen in recent days."

Wang Quan was stunned, unable to understand why Mo Li did this, but Mo Li raised his finger, pointed to one side, and spoke calmly.

"She was in a room not far away. Like you, she saw everything those people did clearly."

"But, until yesterday, she didn't know that the scapegoat wasn't you."

As he spoke, Mo Li's eyes darkened, and he forcibly broke free from Wang Quan's hands. Then, he pressed Wang Quan's shoulders heavily with his own hands and said in a deep voice.

"Unlike you, she has completely lost hope in everyone in this stronghold."

"I wish I could tear their tendons and bones apart, grind them to dust, and of course that includes me."

"But here comes the interesting part. When I told her the truth, her hatred towards me disappeared, and only hatred towards the people in this stronghold remained."

"I hate their betrayal, their ingratitude, and their hypocrisy and empty hypocrisy."

The corners of Wang Quan's eyes kept twitching. He looked at Mo Li, and despair gradually arose in his heart. For a moment, it seemed that countless things were blocking his chest, heavy and pressing on him to the point of suffocation.

Mo Li's eyes were deep, and he pressed on step by step, continuing to speak to Wang Quan.

"As a brother, and as Zixuan's only relative in this world."

"You need to think seriously about this. What would happen if the person in the audience these days was your biological sister?"

Wang Quan didn't want to imagine it, but everything he saw and heard during these days was already deeply engraved in his mind, every face, every splatter of blood.

His brain couldn't help but imagine what would happen if the person at the beginning in the audience was his sister?

Killing, insult, torture, countless unbearable scenes emerged in Wang Quan's mind. Just imagining it made Wang Quan clench his fists, and veins bulged.

After a moment, Wang Quan came to his senses and staggered backwards, as if trying to escape, and at this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"elder brother……"

Wang Quan stopped and turned around suddenly, only to see his sister, Wang Zixuan, standing quietly behind him.

Wang Zixuan looked very clean and healthy. She had not suffered any abuse. But her eyes seemed a little different from before. She looked at her brother and spoke softly.

"Brother, they're not worth it."

Wang Quan smiled bitterly and wanted to say something, but found that he could not find any reason to refute.

At this time, Mo Li behind him slowly approached and whispered in Wang Quan's ear in a seductive tone.

"Forgiveness is the word I hate the most."

"Many wounds, once they appear, cannot be erased. Forgiveness... is just a helpless compromise."

"There are indeed saints in this world, but that saint is neither you nor me."

"We are... just mortals."

The bitterness in Wang Quan's eyes grew stronger and stronger. He looked at his sister in front of him, but the horrific thing he had just imagined kept appearing in his mind again and again.

After a long time, Wang Quan closed his eyes in pain, then turned around, faced Mo Li, knelt on one knee, and spoke softly in a dry voice.

"you are right."

"I... am not a saint."

Chapter 75: Undercurrent

"you are right."

"I... am not a saint."

The voice echoed and the place fell into silence. Some people were happy, while others were sad.

Mo Li looked at Wang Quan who was kneeling on one knee, reached out his hand, helped him up, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile.

"Don't feel bad, you'll understand someday."

“This is an inevitable thing.”

"At least, in this world."

With Mo Li's support, Wang Quan slowly stood up and stood beside Mo Li like his follower. Mo Li pinched his sleeves, squinted slightly, and looked into the distance.

Then... the next one should be Qu Yunliu.

According to the plan, the people sent by Liu Yong should have had contact with Qu Yunliu several months ago, and they should have given Qu Yunliu a big gift.

A pink night-blooming cereus.

This was Mo Li’s plan, to make the original events happen in advance, and then take control of the entire area.

In these plans, Wang Quan was never the most important person; that madman named Qu Yunliu was.

A dark light flashed in Mo Li's eyes, and he murmured in a low voice.

"Su Li, Su Li, I will do better than you."

……

At the same time, in a room far away in the Shield Stronghold, Qu Yunliu sat at the table and opened an envelope.

The moment the envelope was opened, a pink Epiphyllum slowly fell. Qu Yunliu took the Epiphyllum in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly. Then he put the Epiphyllum into his mouth bit by bit, chewed it slowly, and swallowed it into his stomach.

Qu Yunliu was very interested in the person who sent the envelope. The guy who called himself Mo Li knew him very well. He sent this pink flower and told him that this pink flower could suppress his illness.

What a wonderful person.

Qu Yunliu picked up the letter and read it carefully, his brows gradually furrowed. The man named Mo Li in the letter made a promise, saying that he could help him occupy the Shield Stronghold and establish his own regime.

Qu Yunliu read the letter for a long time, but in the end, he tore the letter into pieces bit by bit with an indifferent expression.

The scattered scraps of paper fell everywhere and were finally collected by Qu Yunliu and thrown into the trash can in the room.

After doing all this, Qu Yunliu opened the window, looked out, and rubbed his eyebrows with his hands.

Outside the window, there were weeds everywhere. The people in the stronghold looked pale and thin. They had no strength to walk, and their numbers were pitifully small.

Qu Yunliu rubbed his eyebrows, sneered, and whispered to himself.

"This stronghold can't withstand any riots right now."

"Does that person named Mo Li think I'm a fool?"

As he spoke, Qu Yunliu took out a pistol from the drawer, turned around and left the room. His purpose was very clear. He bypassed the others and went straight to a dilapidated wooden house in the stronghold.

Qu Yunliu stood in front of the wooden house, stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door. After a moment, the door slowly opened, and a gloomy young man showed cloudy eyes from the crack in the door. He looked at Qu Yunliu and asked in a dry and cold voice.

"Mr. Qu, have you made your decision?"

Qu Yunliu did not answer the young man's question, but spoke calmly.

"Open the door, I want to go in."

Hearing this, a hint of sarcasm appeared in the young man's eyes. He shook his head slightly and answered in a low voice.

"Mr. Qu, I won't let you in until I get your answer..."

The young man's voice stopped abruptly, leaving only panicked breathing. Qu Yunliu took out a pistol, put it against the crack of the door, and spoke slowly.

"My shooting skills are terrible, but at such a close distance, even a child wouldn't miss."

Although the young man in the room was afraid, he calmed down soon. He looked at Qu Yunliu and threatened him sinisterly.

"You don't dare to shoot. You have no way to explain to your companions."

"you can not……"