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Chapter 255 Wu Song Fights the Tiger (Part )

Hey! Liu Yonglu was so angry that he thought you were shot in the head and stabbed in the chest. You should have died long ago. How come you are standing up again?

You said you were going to Noveden today, but you might as well not go, as you have booked my entire schedule today.

Not only Liu Yonglu, the other three didn't understand what was going on. Even Carol didn't act rashly this time. He took out his weapon first and was on full alert to see what this high-ranking priest of the Church of Wisdom was going to do.

Bastoli had his hands tied, and he did not rush towards Liu Yonglu like last time. Instead, he found a chair nearby and sat down.

"Dou. Nivar?"

Bastoli did not look very good when he spoke. There was a hole on his head, and the blood had almost drained out, covered with a layer of dark brown blood scab. The ridiculous black hair on that side was stuck to his scalp. If it weren't for his clear eyes, Liu Yonglu would have thought he was a zombie.

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"

It's still a joke. Liu Yonglu mainly wants to figure out his identity and the secret of his resurrection.

"Why did you kill Father Giulie?"

I didn’t fucking kill anyone! Liu Yonglu felt so wronged that he glanced at Millie Tang and found that she was also looking at him. She shrugged her nose, and her meaning was self-evident.

"I...I'm bored..."

Liu Yonglu rolled his eyes. That was all he could say. If asked to explain the motive and process of the crime, he couldn't say anything and could only remain vague.

Unexpectedly, this immortal lunatic in front of him actually looked up, as if he was pondering the deeper meaning of Liu Yonglu's words.

"Don't just ask me, let me ask you too, what's your name? What's your purpose for coming here?
How dare you commit crimes one after another!"

Liu Yonglu turned back and glanced at Old Hoss, which meant, rest assured, I will give you justice:
"Since you have committed the crime, don't put up any more resistance. I'm not afraid that you won't tell the truth!"

As he was talking, he took out the black stone. You won't die, right? Although Lin Tou'er is not here today, Toad Tou is still hungry. I will throw you down as an airdrop later. I don't believe that you can still turn over after you enter my stomach. You really think you are Sun Wukong.

Bastoli still had the same expression, looking fearless, and continued slowly:
"My name is Bastoli, a humble servant of the Supreme God of mechanical wisdom and steam miracles.

Don't get me wrong, Jiuli and I have no friendship, but if you kill Jiuli, it would be equivalent to preventing the servants of the true God from delivering wisdom in the chaotic and ignorant end times.

So I can’t let you live.”

Bastoli's tone made it difficult to refute, as if his words contained some kind of power that could not be disputed.

"Then if I take over and pass on wisdom to Jiuli, then wouldn't he have died in vain?"

After Bastoli said this, everyone present was stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

Liu Yonglu still had a frown on his face, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. There were many people under his command, some begged for mercy, some were stubborn, but he had never met anyone like you who dared to challenge me.

"You are willing to convert to mechanical wisdom and steam..."

Bastoli was about to rap, but Liu Yonglu interrupted him. He realized that he couldn't follow the madman's words:

"Yes, what good will it bring to me if I believe in you, the true God?"

"Of course there are benefits. The original flame contained only chaos and disorder..."

"What's the benefit? Can I avoid the three disasters and eight difficulties, and stop being bitten by lice and bedbugs?"

"The True God doesn't care, it is bred in the deep flames..."

"It's still not clear, what's the benefit?"

"Let me give you an example. Your factory in New Neuland had problems and you owed a sum of money..."

"You owed me a loss? Who did I borrow the money from? Who was the guarantor? How much interest? What kind of talk is that? I asked for a favor, but you owed me a sum of money. Isn't that extortion?"

The rest of the people present noticed that Father Bastoli's complexion had started to look bad since some time ago, and they didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or because Liu Yonglu was angry.

Anyway, the calmness in his eyes could no longer be maintained, and the flesh on his cheeks twitched as if he was about to bite someone.

"You don't owe anyone money, I was just giving an example." "Don't use me as an example, use you."

"Huh...I owe..."

It's no wonder that Bastoli usually speaks quite logically to others. Even if others don't agree with or understand his logic, he can still continue speaking at his own pace.

But he was unlucky to meet Liu Yonglu today, and he ran into the gun of the master of argument.

"What's the benefit?"

Liu Yonglu asked shamelessly, but Bastoli answered him. No one knew how he broke free from the restraints. He sat up from the chair and walked forward. Millie Tang was standing behind Liu Yonglu, and she was always paying attention to the movements of this madman.

Seeing him move, Millie Tang walked around the chair and stood in front of Liu Yonglu, gently stroking the necklace around her neck.

But what she didn't expect was that the snowflakes did not fall and the dreamland did not appear.

How is this possible! The person in front of me has no ill will towards me!

Millie Tang’s dream world cannot be triggered, but Liu Yonglu’s can, and Bastoli can obviously hear the sound.

Liu Yonglu put Millie Tang aside with one hand, picked up the black stone with the other hand and slapped it against the table. The next second, several people appeared in Liu Yonglu's backstage island.

"This is the Dreamland..."

"Is this your fantasy dreamland?"

The first sentence was said by Kogan. He had seen in the report before that Captain Ricky had the ability to manipulate dreams. When he came in, he felt both scared and excited.

The next sentence was said by Bastoli. He did not show any panic at all. He just sniffed the air on the island with interest.

Millie Tang and Carol stood next to old Hoss and explained to him. He was so shocked that his eyes were wide open. In just one hour, all his decades of cognition were overturned.

It turns out that there really is a power in this world that is far superior to humans.

Bastoli did not turn around and run away or rush towards him as Liu Yonglu expected. Instead, he squatted down, grabbed a handful of sand, and then slowly watched the sand seep through his fingers.

"Dou Niwar, the earthly preacher of an unknown god, did Jiuli die in your dreamland?
Aren't you curious about why I was resurrected?"

"I'm not curious, so don't be so proud. It's just a resurrection. Everyone has died a few times."

Liu Yonglu thought to himself, I even attended my own memorial service, am I proud of that?

But looking at Bastoli in front of him, he was a little unsure. He thought he should serve it to Toad quickly, because if Toad started chanting, the people behind him would not be able to bear it.

On the boundless inky ocean, Liu Yonglu, wearing a mask, looked at the towering toad.

He had just finished feeding the toad, and Bastoli, just like he had shown before, did not put up any resistance. He just stared blankly as the toad's tentacles wrapped around his body and stuffed it into its mouth.

But before being swallowed, Bastoli turned his head to look at Liu Yonglu, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Liu Yonglu was worried, so he put on a mask and chatted with Toad.

"Brother, how does it taste? If you have trouble digesting it, tell me."

"The fire went out in the stomach."

Toad's sticky and low voice sounded in Liu Yonglu's ears.

The weekend is coming to an end and it will be Monday soon.

I watched the video and it seems that it is already quite cold in Northeast China. Many people are wearing down jackets. Everyone should pay attention to keeping warm.

I like summer the most and don’t like winter, haha. When I write and look at the fallen leaves outside the house, I will think.

I don’t know what I will be doing or thinking when new buds sprout on the branches again next year.

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(End of this chapter)