Chapter 520 Hometown (4)

"Oink?"

"Yeah Oink."

After Old Joey heard the name, he didn't know what to do, so he subconsciously read it several times in his throat, as if he had heard the name somewhere before.

But it doesn’t matter. Old Joey doesn’t want to recall anything now. He never recalls anything. Ziliang told him that recalling is the most stupid behavior. Those messy things are finally forgotten. Why? Still have to remember.

In Old Joey's mind, this concept is probably equivalent to, 'The shit you pooped out with great effort can never be stuffed back into your butt. ’

Therefore, Old Joey simply ignored this portrait.

Mia was still smiling and said to Old Joey: "This is the greatest pig-headed man in the world. He once killed angels and slaughtered all the Forgotten Ones."

"oh."

"But unfortunately, Oyink disappeared after that, and no one knew where he went." Mia said, and then suddenly whispered to old Joey: "Actually, I suspected that it was It’s not that there is Oink, he might be a fictional character that adults came up with to make themselves less afraid of angels.”

"Oh." Old Joey responded like this. In fact, he really didn't care whether there was really Oink, so he chirped: "Um, is there anything to eat?"

Mia was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that this person was a poor guy who had been hungry for many days.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot." Mia said embarrassedly.

Soon, she prepared some food for Old Joey, and of course Pego. Although it was not very appetizing, after all, she had been hungry for so many days, and everything she ate was delicious.

After that, Old Joey asked another question that he was more concerned about, which was how to get out of here.

"Hongqiao." This is the answer given by Mia.

"Ah? Where is that place?"

"Legend has it that if you want to get out of heaven and see the outside world, you must walk through the Hong Bridge. However, only the most devout people have the opportunity to see this bridge." Mia explained: "Walking through the Hong Bridge Those who are happy will achieve ultimate happiness, so everyone in heaven is working hard for this goal."

"How does that count as piety?"

"Work hard, farm hard, and pay tribute on time." Mia said: "Of course, this is what we should do, but the harvest this time is really not good, and the village cannot pay enough tribute. So, we have to hide, because those angels are only friendly to devout people, and if they see us lazy people, they will definitely purify us."

"Oh." Old Joey nodded. He knew that 'purify' meant to kill.

It seems that it is really difficult to leave here.

Old Joey thought very depressedly. He wondered if there was a way to get out of here quickly, but Old Joey was not good at thinking of ways.

After about a few days, the villagers finally determined that those angry angels would not come back, so everyone moved out one after another and returned to the village on the ground.

They continue to farm and live, and pray that they can hand over a satisfactory answer the next time they collect and offer sacrifices. In this way, they will be one step closer to ultimate happiness.

It seemed that everyone in the entire paradise lived like this. Although Old Joey felt a little awkward, he had no other choice. We can only live like this little by little.

The sun above his head was so dazzling. He didn't know how long it had been before Old Joey heard someone say that there were thousands of 'suns' in the world. They were lying on the dome, with light-emitting organs like fireflies at their tails. Once, a 'sun' fell down, which was as big as a windmill.

In this paradise where there is no distinction between day and night, Old Joey has completely lost control of time. He eats when he is hungry and sleeps when he is sleepy. He is very strong, so the villagers like him very much because he can do what five people do. Everyone else said that he would be chosen as the most pious person soon. Old Joey seemed very happy after hearing this.

In this way, living, there is no difference between living a year and living a day.

Finally one day, two 'angels' came to the village.

Sure enough, as I said before, the faces of the angels were 'human'. They wore very clean clothes and sat in carriages pulled by pig-headed men. They walked into the village. The villagers took out the money they had accumulated for so long. of almost all grains.

"Is this all the tribute?" the angel asked with a smile.

"Yes, the village chief responded respectfully."

The angel nodded and ordered several pig-headed men to carry all the tributes on their backs, probably preparing to transport them away.

Old Joey thought he would let the pig-headed men put the things into the car, but the angels didn't, so they let the pig-headed men carry them and stand motionless behind the car.

Finally, all the tributes were taken away, and the angel smiled politely and said, "But it's not enough."

At this moment, the whole village let out a sigh, as if they had been studying hard for a long time, but their test results were still unsatisfactory.

This loss and self-blame even infected Old Joey a little bit. He felt that if he ate less, he would be able to pay a satisfactory tribute.

However, at this moment

"puff"

There was a soft sound, and Old Joey frowned. He was too familiar with this sound, which was made when a sharp weapon pierced the flesh.

Then, he was surprised to see that the village chief swayed a few times and fell to the ground. A large amount of blood began to ooze out from the center of his stomach, while the angel wiped the knife in his hand with a white handkerchief.

Oh, Old Joey was not surprised that this angel killed a pig-headed man so easily.

He was surprised that the village chief who lived with him day and night died in front of everyone. However, the pig-headed people around him did not show any shock, fear, or anger at all. They seemed to be still upset. Why was the tribute not paid in full this time? Why was he so useless?

"Okay, citizens of heaven, you don't need to be upset. The lack of offerings has made your pious hearts covered with dust. This is a sin! But heaven is a merciful country. You can escape and use self-blame and repentance. As energy of escape, your lives are in your own hands.”

"Those who stay will be punished on your behalf, and those who escape will bear the burden of repentance and use it to work harder."

"Then, the merciful Lord has said, you can run away!"

Old Joey listened to the words of the angel in confusion.

"What does this say?"

However, the people around him seemed to understand, so soon, these people began to run in the same direction in an orderly manner. Old Joey knew that that place was the so-called 'Hope Village' .

"Are they going to repeat this ridiculous tribute every once in a while?"

Old Joey scratched his head and thought.

Suddenly I noticed that I seemed to be the only one left in the whole village.