Gamers Are Fierce

　　 The call to the Special Affairs Bureau is connected.

　　 The female customer service on the other end of the phone said softly in a delicate voice: "This is Yinshi Hongxing Organic Fertilizer Co., Ltd., buy fertilizer on the red star. What can I do for you?"

　　 Li Ang roared: "Huifeng Road, north of the city, shanty town, come here!"

　　 The voice of the customer service became serious in an instant, "Please describe in detail what happened, so we can dispatch police according to the situation..."

　　 "At least Lv7 or above, watch the satellite map by yourself." Li Ang interrupted the customer service and hung up the call.

　　 Li Ang, who uses materialist dialectics as his ideological weapon, did not think too much about Zou Zhengzhi's words, because the information he had was too little to draw objective conclusions.

　　Zou Zhengze’s theory of reincarnation, whether it is true or false, right or wrong, objective or extreme, is not so important in this time and place.

Above the shantytown, dark clouds are dark and dense, swirling slowly like a whirlpool, causing a whistling gust of wind, setting off sewage, gravel, garbage and waste in the lanes and lanes, and even the entire concrete wall and roof floor, all involved in the dark cloud whirlpool.

　　 Even some children who stuck their heads out of the window were picked up by the strong wind. Fortunately, their parents grabbed their wrists and ankles, kicked the walls and pulled them back into the house.

Cries and crying in a hurry came one after another. Standing under the whirlpool, Zou Zhengze was unbearable. He waved his hand and stirred up the high-speed flowing magical wind. A dozen meters away, Li Ang's tomahawk was twisted into pieces. .

　　 Although he has only lived here for a few months, he has deep affection for these simple people.

Lao Zhang, a cement worker who lives with his wife in bed with pneumoconiosis, and Lao Chen, whose arm was broken by a machine in the factory, suffered from leukemia and was abandoned by her children. Grandma Luo, who can only make a living by picking up trash, is blind but relies on massage The craftsmanship feeds the young Kobayashi, who has parents with mild intellectual disability, and those bear children who have dirty faces and are often mischievous but not bad in nature.....

　　 They are located at the bottom of the social food chain. They are the "junk population" described by some high-ranking people. Even if they take a glance on the road, they have to look away too quickly, for fear of causing hatred of the rich.

　　 "The people in the low-level mutual-harming society are low-quality and hostile, thinking about revenge for the society all day, so disgusting and terrifying."

　　 "You are poor because you are lazy."

　　 "Who made it difficult for you to study well when you were young? You deserve to be at the bottom for a lifetime."

　　 "Don't blame society on your back."

　　 The successful people in the modern city said so, and the tone was full of indifferent superiority.

　　Zou Zhengze scanned the dilapidated shantytowns, looking at familiar faces and life with a bleak future, his eyes filled with compassion and love.

　　 "Bitterness." He sighed: "Those who have a hard life are not only hopeless in this life, but also unable to retain the essence of the soul for the next life.

　　 The ants are still alive, let alone people? Since you have no hope in your life and are reluctant to end your lives by yourself, let me help you. Become one with me and wait until the six reincarnations are reopened to welcome the arrival of the new world together. "

　　 Zou Zhengze opened his mouth and absorbed the sadness and sadness that had accumulated in the shanty town for decades. His thin body quickly swelled to the point of tearing his clothes.

　　 Click, click, click, click——

　　 The bones all over his body are growing and extending, making a crisp sound of soybean bursting, many savagely growing bone spurs, ruthlessly tearing the tendons, and exposing the blood in the air.

　　 The muscles swell and expand, and the bronze-colored hard skin is engraved with red and black runes that are full of filthy and evil meanings. Just looking at Li Ang, I feel dizzy, and there seems to be a rebellious chanting sound in my ears.

　　 so strong...

　　 Even the mandrill in the Guhan Temple does not have such a terrifying pressure.

　　 Li Ang retreated sharply, the rabbit flew off, and stopped on the rooftop outside two or three buildings. His body was still trembling because of instinct, and the black umbrella behind him seemed to be frightened and trembling with fear.

And between his eyebrows, there was a mass of sarcoma beating and turbulent. As the skin was torn and pus was splashing, a scarlet and hot vertical pupil appeared in the center of the brow bone, looking at this full of unknown with chaotic evil eyes A whole new world.

　　 Tianma Gong is an out-and-out magic book that advocates devouring flesh and blood, chewing soul, and nourishing oneself.

　　 And as the inner power of the devil power of the yin and yang, the magic way is even more condensed with the essence of selfishness and greed.

　　 As a senior player, Zou Zhengze, only slightly operated the yin and yang magic way, he already felt a little overwhelmed, he could no longer maintain his human form, and became a three-eyed giant with a height of three meters and a body full of spurs.

　　 The transformation of life form is extremely painful, but Zou Zhengze’s face only means tranquility, compassion and tenderness.

　　 "My name is Ksitigarbha, in the five turbid worlds, the heavens and hells, I always be the incarnation, saving all living beings, making disasters, and seeing the elders today is the same as before. I am going to my home today to save them.

Zou Zhengze, who is also a Buddha and a demon, with a black lotus made of pure devilish energy in his hand, chanted: "There is no peace in the three realms, like a fire house. All suffering is full of suffering, so terrible, I will not go to hell. Who goes to hell?"

　　 Once again, he started to take a deep breath.

In the shanty towns, the pneumoconiosis workers who are sick in bed, the middle-aged women who do a half-door business to feed their children, the old people who are abandoned by their families, the abandoned babies who are born with hare lips...Everyone feels warm and peaceful. The breeze is blowing slowly.

　　The body has never been so brisk and healthy, and the mind has never been so peaceful and happy, like the joy of climbing in the realm of bliss, which has cleared away the misery of this life.

　　 Is this the Paradise of Bliss?

The spirits smiled and flew towards the Buddhas and demons in the sky, while the smiling and silent Zou Zhengze, the evil scriptures on his skin slowly flowed, as if he was ready to welcome the "guests". ready.

　　 "There is no place for you in this feast of bliss," Zou Zhengze looked at Li Ang in the distance, and said with a smile: "Go, I don't want to kill you."

He has been operating in this shanty town for a long time, and the evil spirits are like pillars buried deep in the ground, waiting for the moment when the time is ripe. Even if there is no visit by Li Ang, he will investigate the case of Wang Fangni tonight. The police arrived and absorbed the spirits of all the residents in the shanty town.

　　 As for the arrest of the Special Affairs Bureau, there is no need to worry too much. He is sure to rely on a certain prop to escape the hunt.

　　 When he escapes the encirclement, he will be able to hide himself again, look for the miserable and hopeless in the world, give them compassionate redemption, and give them real hope for the next life.

　　 Yes, redemption, Zou Zhengze firmly believes that what he is doing is just and moral.

　　 Don’t be overwhelmed by the horror of truth, because everything is false,

　　 cannot be bound by moral laws, because everything is allowed,

　　 Serving the light but ploughing in the darkness, even if he is transformed into a demon, he still needs to be a compassionate Buddha who carries all living beings out of the world like a fire house.

　　 Li Ang gritted his teeth and looked outside the shanty town, where it was still shrouded in the night, silent.

　　 Special Affairs Bureau, do you want to work so slowly? ! ! !

　　 "Fuck!"

　　 Li Ang pulled out the black umbrella behind him, and said with a wry smile: "It's just a wave of heads..."

　　 Chai Cuiqiao's head came out of the black umbrella, and his big watery eyes stared at Li Ang, "If you drag it for a while, if you need to be counseled, you can run away. You said you want to buy me a mobile phone."

　　 "Buy, buy, buy." Li Ang sighed, took out the conscience cannon from the backpack bar, and blasted towards Zou Zhengze in the air.