Chapter 572: Calling People, Broom, Sweeping

You said you wanted to kill me as soon as you entered the door, and then you let the monster bite my head off. And you call this friendly communication? Did your father teach you to be so friendly with others since you were a child? [Grave Tree] was dumbfounded and couldn't find the right words to refute for a moment.

Feng Mu, however, felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Although he said he wanted to kill the [old tree on the grave], at least he was open and honest and treated people with sincerity, and did not launch a sneak attack.

He was aboveboard and honest! In addition, [Grave Tree] shot him first, but he did not kill him immediately. He was very reserved in his self-defense and was even willing to talk to him. Isn't this a kind of friendship? In a way, this is equivalent to giving the other person a few more minutes of life.

Life is so precious, especially for a dying person. You should be grateful for every extra minute you can live. It's like the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, but mercifully lets you live until three o'clock in the morning. Shouldn't you be grateful to the King of Hell for that extra 300 seconds?

Just tell me that the King of Hell is particularly...friendly to you. Others would cry to death if they saw him.

[The old tree on the grave] stared at Feng Mu with an extremely sincere look, as if, perhaps, he understood the other party's logic.

There is a little bit of truth in it... What the hell! He realized that he was totally wrong. He had a preconceived notion that Feng Mu was as crazy as the madman who changed his fate. In fact, he was a little crazier than that madman.

[The old tree on the grave] looked at Feng Mu with complicated eyes. He regretted that he should not have shot Feng Mu. He should have shot himself.

At least, keep the last bullet for yourself.

[Old Tree on the Grave] sighed and asked helplessly, "What do you want to talk about?"

Feng Mu smiled and said:

"Who asked you to publish the report about the Second Prison?"

As Feng Mu spoke, he held out two fingers. Liu Yi, who was the most attentive, quickly handed him a cigarette and lit it.

Feng Mu took a sip and then handed it to [The Old Tree on the Grave]. He observed carefully and noticed that the cigarette boxes next to the computer were empty.

[Old Tree on the Grave] didn't want to answer Feng Mu's question, but his body took the cigarette handed to him before his brain did and took a big sip.

A cigarette before death is better than being a living god!

At this moment, he actually truly experienced what Feng Mu meant by friendship!

“No one asked me to post it, I just wanted to post it.”

[Old Tree on the Grave] blew out a smoke ring, and his eyes gradually drifted away in the smoke, as if he was lost in memories, and said faintly: "If you want the world to become clean, you must first let the dirt be seen.

Someone has to point at the filth and yell before someone else picks up a broom and cleans it up, and I just want to be the one yelling."

Feng Mu observed the [old tree on the grave]. With his pupil power combination of perspective insight level 3 and motion capture level 3, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a human lie detector, which can see through 99% of lies in person.

[Old Tree on the Grave] Could he be the 1% exception? Feng Mu didn't think so, so the other party wasn't lying, and the person in front of him was a true idealist? To be honest, Feng Mu had been in this world for a few years and had seen many people of all kinds, utilitarian, hypocritical, selfish, and sick... But the idealist in front of him was really the first one.

And it sounds like a rather lofty ideal. This can't just be called an idealist, but more like an idealist... a revolutionary? ! ! In a world where even the sun is blocked and even light is monopolized, can the spark of ideals be born?

It really is...

Feng Mu's smile faded slightly, and his expression became unusually solemn: "The whole world is filthy, who can hear you even if you shout at the top of your lungs? Besides, the people who hear your voice are probably already filthy at first glance."

[The Old Tree on the Grave] was stunned for a moment, and really felt like chatting with the other party.

This man is not only a madman, but also a very logical and thoughtful madman. The most important thing is that the questions he asked are very similar to the questions I asked that man at the beginning.

How did that person answer me at that time?

The old tree on the grave thought for a while and replied:

"Have you ever dug through a garbage dump? I have. Even in a garbage dump that stinks to high heaven, as long as you keep searching, you can always find something clean that has not been soiled."

"Maybe it's half a hard bun, or a piece of rag. Sometimes, just a little thing like this can save a life!"

Feng Mu looked at the old tree on the grave without saying a word.

[The Old Tree on the Grave] Seeing that Feng Mu was listening attentively, he also had some ideas in mind.

At first he was afraid that he would be infected by the madman. Now, he wondered if he could also infect the madman?

[The old tree on the grave] continued, "Save one person, and then another. Slowly, more people will shout, and more people will pick up brooms after hearing the shouts. As long as there is even one more person, you can't say my shouting is useless, and you can't say there is no hope for this world to be cleaned up."

After a pause, he added: "As long as there is a little light in the dark, people will always gather there. In a dirty garbage dump, as long as there is a piece of clean white land, people will definitely walk over there."

"Like you said, this world is extremely dirty, and most people are dirty too. But even among these dirty people, most of them will instinctively stand in a place that is a little cleaner, even if it's just a little bit."

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[Old Tree on the Grave] The cigarette butt between his lips flickered, and the scarlet flame was like a spark in the darkness in his mouth. He took the last sip and let the gray cigarette butt fall between his fingers.

Feng Mu looked deeply at the [old tree on the grave], with a complex look in his eyes that even the latter could not understand.

Feng Mu could fully understand what [[The Old Tree on the Grave]] wanted to express, because the world he came from had also experienced endless darkness, but it was re-lit by such a group of incredible people.

But can this world also be illuminated?

If it is possible, Feng Mu will be happy to see it happen; if it is not possible, Feng Mu doesn’t care!

After all, he has no sense of identity, belonging, or salvation in this world.

He never wanted to save the world, let alone be a savior or a martyr.

His heart is so big that it can hold the whole world, and his heart is also so small that it can only hold a name.

Feng Mu’s idea is very simple. If the world is black, then he will be black. If the world is white, then he will become white. It is that simple.

Unfortunately, the world is now in total darkness, so...

Feng Mu shook his head and sighed, "You're right, so I heard your cry and came with a broom to sweep you away!"

Feng Mu slowly raised his right hand and gently placed his five fingers on the shoulder of [Old Tree on the Grave]:

"Now answer my last question, who told you about this [air tax]?"

(End of this chapter)