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This is a person.

This is Er Fatty.

"Run!"

He called out loudly.

But it was obvious that the fat man had no intention of attacking others.

Instead, he directly grabbed Zhang Wei's side.

Zhang Wei turned around, and the plank road next to him was overwhelmed.

Cracked.

With a clear sound, Er Fatty, who seemed to be falling from above as fast as a free falling body, rushed in front of him. Before Wang Jinya and Da Gang could react, they fell in love with him immediately.

They fell off the plank.

But when they fell off the plank road now, it seemed as if they were experiencing slow motion.

Er Pang looked into his eyes, and he also grabbed his neck.

"Master Zhang!"

He looked up in bewilderment.

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For Er Fatty's attack, in fact, it did not constitute any harm to him.

But Zhang Wei deliberately didn't pull away to avoid it, just to see what the fat man was going to do.

The fat man continued: "Master Zhang, knowing too much is not a good thing for you."

Zhang Wei became aware of his surroundings, as if the space had stagnated.

He saw Wu Yue's face was frozen, and he saw Wang Jinya's outstretched hand stop in mid-air.

Time stands still?

Or is it simply that the time between him and the fat man in front of him has been controlled?

Er Fatty smiled: "You will never be able to beat him."

Who is he?

Is it someone Zhang Wei knows?still……

"Stop saying those useless things."

Zhang Wei is not afraid at all. "Whether you can fight or not, it has nothing to do with you, right? Who is that person?"

Zhang Wei said several words in succession.

The Er Fatty broke free from his own hand that was holding onto his shoulder, and appeared in front of Zhang Wei with a frightened and terrifying look on his face. Then he grabbed his shoulder and pinched him tightly with both hands. , that power has already burst out, his eyes protrude high towards the outside like a hyperthyroid patient, and then the claws left a trace of deep flesh and blood on his body.

But he wasn't panicking at all.

"Do those people deserve to die? Boss Li, should Ba Ye deserve to die? What do you think?"

"No one deserves to die."

Er Pang raised his chin high.

He didn't know whether it was Er Fatty or who he was talking about.

His intuition told him that it was not Erpang who was talking to him now.

Then who it was, he couldn't figure it out.

"No one deserves to die."

Er Fatty said it again.

He didn't know if it was something wrong with his brain, or what, but he actually felt that Er Fatty's voice was starting to sound like a woman's.

Er Pang said, "Do you think ants should die?"

The voice was so low that he couldn't understand it for a while.

"What did you say?" Say it again?

Er Fatty didn't look into his eyes now, as if he was avoiding something, he looked at his feet, and asked again: "You said, do ants deserve to die? When you go out with your shoes on, you will care that you have stepped on them along the way." How many ants have died?" His words are obvious, to him, or to them, people are nothing more than ants.

He was silent.

What he meant was that it was a mockery of human life.

Those of them who have dedicated their lives to the so-called messengers of hell and followers of Satan seem to be really dismissive of the life and death of other lives, right?

He looked at Er Fatty in front of him.

He too felt terror.

It's not the kind of horror that might kill you because the person in front of you has a knife in his hand.

Instead, I think of thousands of lives just disappearing like this, as if they have never appeared in this world. This human life is like the life of an ant.

Er Fatty continued: "You humans don't care about the bottom of your feet at all. How many dead ants will be on your shoes? Because they are ants, whether they live or die, it has nothing to do with humans. , or in other words, it’s just a few ants that died, is there any problem? It’s just insignificant.”

Zhang Wei smiled.

"Are you changing concepts secretly? Your logical thinking makes me want to laugh. Why, is it possible that the true gods are teaching you how to deal with the law when you come to the earth and come to the world, and use it to Excuse? I really didn't say that no matter who it is, they can't escape the punishment of the law, do you understand?"

"The point is not this. The point is that it's just a few ants that died. For the species that they originally converted in trillions, these ants are simply insignificant things, an insignificant number of deaths."

"You mean we're just ants, don't you?"

He asked rhetorically.

"Who isn't? I've been an innocuous ant too, and a lot of people you know... too."

Er Fatty looked beside him, or rather, he was looking at someone in that direction.

What people do not know.

He looked at Er Fatty in front of him, and asked one more question: "Who do you know?"

The two of them fell from the plank above to the floor below.

Although it is a bit dangerous, but fortunately, when the craftsmen repaired this part, they went around and measured it with their own steps...

So the plank road looks like a pyramid from the bottom to the top.

If it can be accidentally dropped, it will fall onto the plank road on the next floor.

In order to reduce the damage to oneself.

Of course, all of this must be based on a premise, the premise of not being able to die.

The two of them didn't fall down again, and the big bar rushed to the door last time: "Master Zhang, are you okay? No, when did this person appear?"

"We don't know either!"

"Two fat!"

This voice came from Bazi.

It was as if he had seen a ghost.

Could it be that he knew the truth about the fat man's death?

"Master Zhang, come quickly!"

The big bar shouted his name loudly on it.

He wanted to say nothing, but the fat man seemed to have made up his mind, and he rushed towards Zhang Wei's direction!

what happened?

Could it be that these two fat men are seeking their own death?

The two of them have no enmity, right?

Seeing Er Pang's appearance, Da Gang shot without hesitation, and shot Er Pang in the chest!

At the moment when the bullet entered Er Fatty's body, Zhang Wei suddenly realized a problem.

He realized, maybe only he knew, that he didn't want to rush over to assassinate Zhang Wei, but to tell him something, something he wanted to tell him at the price of his own life 2.5.

"You really seem to be able to take on him."

Although the blood was gurgling out of Er Fatty's body, when he spoke, it was as if this body wasn't his. He couldn't feel the pain, and he could continue to speak.

"You can really take him to a showdown."

He said it again: "You can make the damage he caused to our bodies disappear, you are really powerful. No wonder..."

Zhang Wei didn't understand his last words, Er Fatty died.

what happened?

What is the body that 'he' created for us?

How many years has it been said that my body, hair and skin are affected by my parents?

Why did it suddenly become like this, the so-called creation came to the body.

What does it mean?

charade? .

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At the same time, Wang Jinya and Da Gang rushed over.

"Master Zhang, are you okay!"

"fine."

But the bad thing is that Er Pang's body is unexpectedly thin, the bullet passed through Er Pang's body, and at the same time passed through his arm.

Even though it was just a scrape, it still needed to be bandaged.

He was surrounded by Wang Jinya and Da Gang, but he looked at Er Pang who still had his eyes open.

Er Fatty's words made him unforgettable for a long time.

but.

What exactly does that mean?

Could it be that the secret above has something to do with the so-called creation of one's own physical body?

He remembered what his master had said.

It seems that Qianlong has obtained a secret recipe for immortality forever, that is, to constantly change lives, with handsome men, with beautiful women, so that he can constantly experience the great rivers and mountains of the motherland throughout his life.

Could it be that Qianlong really let this treasure be dug up?

How can I not believe it.

There are a lot of people talking around, but I just feel that it is too noisy.

Could it be that if he died too, he wouldn't be able to hear the clamor of the people around him?

He walked towards the pool of blood in front of him.

He wants to see, wants to see, is this fat man really dead?

Did his heart really stop beating?

Or is he pretending?Is he playing a game with himself?

Is he trying to distance himself from his relationship?Zhang Wei couldn't understand, let alone what to say.

Just as I squatted down and began to examine Er Fatty's body, he felt a stream of eyes shining on the back of my head.

He hurriedly turned around to look, wondering if it was because he met the eye with that thing, or because of something else.

He actually entered a dream.

But I don't know what the dream is about.

He walked straight from the white, milky river.

Suddenly there was such a fragment in my mind.