Chapter 2282 (1/2)
Looking at the blood stained mattress, spreading like a pool of ink on the black bed, the murderer did not have any joy of revenge. He just calmly put away his weapons and took out his dagger to cut God's scalp.
Don't ask why, it's occupational disease.
This is his deal with the death knell. The man said that he would help him find God and kill him. If he did, he would take a certificate from the corpse, so that he would not forget it one day.
He has little confidence in his memory.
But the times have changed. Now there is a better way to prove that the death knell stopped his barbaric and primitive actions. Instead, he took a titanium mobile phone from his pocket and let the hanging turn over the body of Jesus and take a picture.
”Photography is actually more fun than scalping, unless you're going to retire to Africa as a circumcision executor.” The mercenary threw the mobile phone to the saint, returned his charger and other accessories, and said a cold joke: ”if you are not in a good mood one day, you can also take his photos to look at the relief.”
The murderer took the phone and rubbed it with a withered finger. Jesus' painful face was magnified a lot.
”Thank you, but I won't use it, and I won't get paid for my work.”
He refused the gift because he was a bounty hunter, not a beggar.
When doing things for others, he only needs to agree on the remuneration, does not need to manage the food and provide horses, he brings his own weapons, which is the most profitable way of action.
”It can be used to watch cartoons. When we get back to the boat, let the orangutan download some for you.” Su Ming pushed the mobile phone back and let the strangulation begin to eat the body of Jesus to see if he could analyze the useful genes.
the answer is as like as two peas.
As for why he has those abilities, I am afraid it is the blessing of the concept of heaven. Of course, it may also be that the level of God in this world is too low to be regarded as a high-dimensional existence.
The memory is also a mess. There is no serious thing in Jesus' mind. He just eats, drinks, gambles, swindles and steals. He doesn't know any information about heaven or secrets of the world.
Born to be God, you are so confident that you don't have to worry about anything or understand it.
This made suming think of Thor. I'm afraid that there is nothing else in that guy's mind except hammering people. He doesn't know how many palaces there are in Asgard.
”Then I'll take it.” When the saint killer heard that the mobile phone could watch cartoons, he immediately became fragrant. He put away his mobile phone and said, ”you have fulfilled your promise. Next, it's my turn. Where are the people you want to kill? Take me.”
”Don't worry about it. You can go to heaven with Fiore first. There are many crazy and abnormal angels there. Clean up together to protect the earth.” Su Ming pointed to the door, two people in the door to explore: ”when you sit on this side of the God's position, we will proceed to the next step.”
”Me? God? ” The murderer frowned.
The funeral bell took off its mask, put away its weapons, and turned around and said, ”yes, this is your world after all. You don't want it to be left unattended and become desolate?”
”I thought you wanted to be God. No, I should say I thought you were another god or a devil or something like that.” The butcher looked at the door and said slowly, and the two angels kept nodding.
as like as two peas, they really thought the bell was another God from outside, looking like the same mortal, but powerful and omniscient.
Su Ming picked up the black whip on the wall and pushed it into the bag and walked out of the room. He took the wave from Haley and stride away in the frightened eyes of the crowd: ”
, after all, I am not.” People in this world don't want to manage such a dark and crazy world. I am very satisfied with my human identity. ”
”Even being a God has many advantages?”
The butcher followed, his cowboy hat lowered, his eyes shining.
The knell shook his head. He took out a bottle of wine and toasted Bobo. He answered the saint's question:
”don't say what it has. It depends on what I want. It's useless to give me more things I don't like. It's really poisonous to believe in this kind of things. I just need to keep myself from becoming a” cold and pale sun ”. I have to work as a god of men? No more. ”
Harry put her arm around him, her head on his shoulder, and she grinned and waved to the butcher, as if to drive away flies: ”go, go, our Bell says no, don't, what are you trying to do?”
The saint took a look at her and didn't speak any more, but it could be seen that he seemed to be much more relaxed.