1445: C1445 It Didn't Matter Anymore

C1445 It Didn't Matter Anymore

"But instead of dying alone, why don't I write my own death as heroic and memorable?"0

After saying that, a strange smile appeared on Lu Zheng's face, but Ye Ziheng still did not understand what he meant.

Lu Zheng seemed to have realized that Ye Ziheng did not understand what he meant, so he continued to say.

"This token looks very similar to the black token just now."

He asked Ye Ziheng. Ye Ziheng nodded.

"That's right. In fact, these two tokens are almost the same. Both of them have the same function, but the only difference is that the black token can only control 1000 people at most, and this token can control 1 million people!"

After saying that, Lu Zheng laughed loudly, but it didn't take long before he started coughing. Blood flowed out from the wounds on his mouth and neck.

"From the day I came back, I started to carry out this plan. I used all my flowery words and the Spirit Stones in the city vault. I tricked everyone's trust and made them drip their blood onto this token. This way, their lives will be firmly tied to mine. I live, they live, I die, they die. Hahaha..."

After saying that, Lu Zheng put down his hand that was covering his neck. Blood started to flow out uncontrollably.

"But it's a pity that you came a little early. I didn't even have the time to gather 1 million people for you. I only gathered 800,000 people. I'm still short of 200,000 people to max out 1 million. But that's enough. The moment I die, you will hear the cries and panic of the entire city."

"How is it, Ye Ziheng? How do you feel now? Are you happy that you have killed 800,000 people in one go, or are you sad that you have accidentally killed 800,000 people? Can you tell me how you feel?"

Ye Ziheng raised his head and looked at Lu Zheng. His face was calm, without any fluctuation.

Lu Zheng was still waiting for Ye Ziheng's answer, but Ye Ziheng still didn't answer.

When Lu Zheng's last trace of Qi dissipated, Ye Ziheng heard the wails coming from outside the City Lord's Mansion, but his face remained calm.

The wife lost her husband and was very sad. The old man lost his child and was very sad. The child lost his parents and was also very sad. But what did all of this have to do with Ye Ziheng?

When he first fought Lu Zheng, he had killed more than 3,000 martial artists. How many of those martial artists had husbands, how many elderly children, and how many children had fathers? But what did that have to do with him?

To put it bluntly, he had only killed a person. Those who had nothing to do with him, those parents, children, and wives' cries would never reach his ears. Even if they did, he would choose to ignore them.

Because those people were people he did not care about.

He wasn't some great hero who saved the world. He didn't have time, nor did he have the ability to protect everyone. He also wouldn't give up his own interests just to protect the interests of others or others.

He was a self-centered person, he only cared about himself. For example, his smile had always been for those close to him. The smiles that other people could get were mostly to thank him. There was also a perfunctory response. Other than that, he rarely smiled at people.

Ye Ziheng remembered that he was not such a person in the past. This world seemed to have changed him, but it did not matter anymore.

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