Chapter 536 Hero?

"There is nothing here"

The pig-headed man said.

The craftsman's almost always calm eyes twitched suddenly.

He had never seen Old Joey's true appearance. When Ziliang brought him to the bar, he was already a chubby figure.

But the man in front of him didn't have that kind of honesty and gentleness at all. His body was covered in blood. Under the bloodstains, there was a body as strong as steel, and his hands were covered with extremely thick calluses. Even if you hold the knife, you can still see clearly. How many times does it take to wear a callus on such a hard skin?

The craftsman couldn't calculate it, but he could deeply feel the loneliness, anger, and despair in the other person's eyes.

His nose was protruding forward, and his eyelids were filled with a terrifying blood color. The fangs on both sides poked out of his lips and protruded upward. Each of the sparse hairs on his head was like a sharp barb.

Such a terrifying image actually had two tear stains on both sides of his cheeks that had been soaked for countless years.

Horrible, brutal, pitiful.

The craftsman tried to take a few steps forward to reach the terrifying creature.

Even if it becomes like this, the energy will never change.

"No, follow me out of here, you still have us"

With a bang of the knife, it struck down in the air, and a strong wind broke through the distance between the two in an instant.

The craftsman's eyes suddenly tightened. Due to the wonderful power in his body, he was extremely familiar with this offensive aura, so he knew how terrifying this seemingly ordinary chop was.

Even if he could cross planes, travel in the vacuum at the edge of the universe, and resist the scorching heat of the lava ocean, the craftsman couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for a moment when facing this knife.

Suddenly, the craftsman fiercely compressed the strength of his back, like a steel bearing, and forced himself to turn sideways. This simple movement almost caused him to break two muscles in his back.

But fortunately, he was almost certain to survive this attack. The terrifying air current slashed past his cheek, instantly evaporating the cold sweat.

"An angel with a human face," Oink said calmly.

"Don't you recognize me? I am."

With another blow, the air flow directly passed through the dilapidated and collapsed palace wall, rushed diagonally into the sky, and hit a huge knife edge on the rock wall of the dome.

Old Joey no longer knew anyone.

In this world, it is useless to know anyone. After all, there are only two lives left here, one is himself, and the other is Pego.

The Hongqiao is broken and no one can leave here.

Because Hongqiao has to be walked on its own, and Oink can't fly. He once tried to carry Pego and fly upwards, but he flew for a long, long time, so long that it was even measured in years, but, However, he was still unable to fly out of the cut-off gap. It was as if the distance between himself and Hongqiao was constantly lengthening as he flew.

Finally, old Joey had to give up. He jumped off Pego and fell.

I don't know how long this falling process lasted, maybe he fell for several years.

And when he finally fell heavily to the ground, the entire heaven was already deserted and empty.

After that, Old Joey had nothing to do, so he started to chop things. He collected all the corpses and started to chop the meat. After the minced meat was too hard to cut, he gathered the minced meat and roasted it until it was burnt black. Tuo, he continued to chop. He chopped the corpses in the whole heaven and couldn't even burn them together. He started to chop one bone. He chopped it with one knife and turned it into two. Then he chopped the two bones with another knife and turned them into four. .

Ten million roots, one hundred million roots.

Finally, one day, Old Joey finally seemed to realize that he might stay in this place forever.

This is the punishment you deserve.

"I am a sinner." He said calmly, and then, without warning, he suddenly attacked and rushed towards the craftsman, his huge body lying directly in front of the craftsman.

"Why are you a sinner?" The craftsman immediately raised his arms to meet Old Joey's knife, holding the needle-like thin sword in his hand, "Boom!".

Take a hard bite.

The sword looked as slender as a willow branch under Old Joey's butcher knife, but after that blow, it only made a buzzing sound.

This scene almost violated the common sense of physics, but Old Joey didn't care. He continued to chop very directly, bang, bang, without any tricks. He just repeated this action infinitely.

If you have something in front of you, just chop it. No need to think or make sense.

The craftsman crossed his hands and withstood the huge chops again and again, but at the same time, he gritted his teeth and asked: "What are you guilty of?"

Old Joey's eyes were obviously stunned for a moment, but the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.

"I was supposed to be a hero, but... I became a sinner. The Rainbow Bridge was broken. No one can leave heaven without me. I split it. I-ahhhhh-"

Speaking of this, Old Joey roared like crazy, and the hatchet in his other hand began to dance wildly. The crazy attack made the craftsman unable to withstand it.

Therefore, he could only withdraw and wave his hands violently. The thin needle turned into a cold light and rushed into Old Joey's blade. For a moment, the continuous sound of steel collision turned into a deafening roar. .

Old Joey's words were very confusing, but the craftsman still understood him. He shouted amidst the roar: "Has anyone walked across the Hongqiao?"

"No one! Ahhhhh! No one!! Wuwuwu——" Old Joey roared, still crazy.

"Then what's the difference if you split it or not?"

"Dang!"

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the continuous collision suddenly stopped. Old Joey looked at the craftsman with a blank look in his eyes.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"A bridge that has never been crossed by anyone, does it make any difference whether it is broken or not?" The craftsman finally put down his hands. The previous slashing had consumed a lot of his energy.

"No, someone walked by. That person was me. I should have taken the others and left this place!"

"Why did you take them away?"

"Because.I.I am capable of this, I should be a hero!"

"No, no one is born to be a hero. If a person is forced to embark on the path of a hero, then the person who forces him is guilty."

The Craftsman King took a few steps forward, trying to get closer to this man who was teetering on the edge of madness.

He started to make sense.