Chapter 726 725. Obtain New Equipment

"So, what do you need me to do in this matter?"

After listening to the story, it still needs to be considered whether the content is accurate or not. At least some investigation still needs to be done.

But Mo Cheng was more concerned about the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him. What did she want to do, or what did she plan to ask Mo Cheng to do, that was the most important thing.

"..."

The old man didn't say anything and just walked silently. Mo Cheng didn't rush him and just followed along. He knew very well that it was best to keep calm at this time.

As we were walking, the old man suddenly asked a question:

"Do you think Clara did something wrong in this story? It was she who re-infused those separated [errors] into [King Dom], turning the perfect king into a mad king."

The ultimate reason for the collapse of the Vahlan Empire and the death of countless creatures was that someone had to turn the doll into a real person.

"How could she do anything wrong in pursuing her own love?"

Mo Cheng gave an unexpected answer, but after hearing this, the old man's body seemed to be heavier, and he was bent down under some kind of weight, "I would rather hear you say that she did something wrong."

"There is nothing wrong with pursuing love, and the idea of ​​[making a mistake] means that she has the opportunity to make corrections."

The old man let out a long breath, "But you don't want her to correct this mistake. You want to kill her."

"You really understand me." Mo Cheng said with a smile, "The witch freely pursues her own love. If you say this is wrong, then it would be too harsh. But she did the right thing. I would kill her if I wanted to. There is no direct relationship.”

"Old man, you also know that right and wrong and life and death are never things that corroborate each other. Clara's right or wrong has nothing to do with her life and death."

"Can't you keep her alive?"

"I don't want to lie."

No matter what he promised to the other party here, Mo Cheng knew that it was impossible to do. If [Mad King Dom] was to be killed, the witch Clara would also have to die.

And Mo Cheng felt that even if he let the other party go, as long as he wanted to kill Dom, the other party would still stand in front of him.

The consequence of that would be just to make myself spend a little more effort to kill another one.

So no matter how you look at it, the other party won't survive, so why bother agreeing to something that you can't do?

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Yes, it is always easier for you to kill than to forgive, and what Clara did is not worthy of forgiveness in your opinion."

"Don't think that I like to kill indiscriminately. I never judge or forgive from a superior point of view." Mo Cheng said matter-of-factly: "I am a Buddhist and I advocate the equality of all living beings."

Well, the equality of all living things means that all living and dead things are put on the same level for calculation and judgment.

A person's life can be equivalent to an ant or even a soda bottle cap.

You can crush an ant without any burden, twist open the cap of a soda bottle without any psychological fluctuations, and kill a person without any pressure.

One hundred percent of the heresies that slander the Buddha belong to those who wear the Buddha's cassock and do things that harm the Buddha.

"Oh, by the way, I believe in God now."

As if he suddenly remembered something, Mo Cheng corrected himself with a smile: "I have already tried the equality of all living beings, and now I have converted to believe in the one, only, and absolutely correct God."

"If you pretend to change your faith, you will regret it later. I don't think anyone needs to remind you of this truth. Multiple beliefs will easily destroy yourself."

For some unknown reason, after the two of them discussed the story of [Mad King Dom], they did not stop communicating. Instead, they continued chatting as if they were running out of things to say.

Margaret and Dorothy, who were following the two people, suddenly realized that no matter how they moved forward, they were still four or five bodies behind the two people in front of them. The strength should be about the same as before.

But for some reason, part of the communication between Mo Cheng and the other party always seemed to disappear out of thin air. Even if he was so close, he could not hear it.

"It doesn't matter. If faith has a spectrum as a distinction, then I am the color of the star on the spectrum of faith."

He didn't care whether others could understand what he said, but what Mo Cheng said made him laugh.

After laughing, Mo Cheng stopped, and at the same time, the old man also stopped.

"I guess you're going to ask me some questions now that I don't want to say."

"I guess." Mo Cheng slowly clenched his fists with both hands, "You are not going to answer the questions I want to know now."

The intelligence has been collected, and all that's left is verification.

So what Mo Cheng needs to deal with at this moment, or in other words, is how the other party knows him.

As for the other party not wanting to talk about such things, it has never been within Mo Cheng's consideration.

Some things can't be said just because you don't want to say them.

"It's not a good habit to pursue something to the end."

"It's a coincidence that I never get to the bottom of it. God knows how many secrets I've buried."

It is true that many secrets are buried. In many cases, after directly killing the person holding the secrets, those secrets will naturally become eternal secrets.

As he spoke, dark red demonic fire from purgatory began to appear around Mo Cheng, and the violent murderous intent was poured into the demonic fire. The flames formed a big sword in Mo Cheng's hand like substance.

Like a solidified flame, what is displayed on the great sword is endless wailing. Destruction and death have become the best decoration of the great sword.

The screams of the deceased are the strongest blade of this sword.

There were no more words, I just felt a gust of wind blowing through the weeds under my feet, and then something invisible and immaterial collided.

The wind stopped and the Infernal Demonic Sword shattered. All the fragments of the sword that were condensed by the demonic fire should have been burned, but instead they were swallowed up by the flames.

There was a "tearing" sound on Mo Cheng's arm, and a huge wound suddenly appeared on his arm. The bone was visible, and blood continued to drip down his hand.

But the critical point of [Siren Shell] triggered subsequently restored everything to its original state. Except for the damaged clothes, everything seemed to be an illusion.

At the same time, the old man was not unscathed. The crutch in his hand was broken into pieces, and the largest fragment was no more than the size of a fingernail. At the same time, his already gray hair was a bit more deathly pale, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be more profound for some unknown reason. .

"well."

With a long sigh, the old man took out something and threw it at Mo Cheng, "I know the rules, this thing belongs to you. As for what you want to know, let's wait until you resolve this matter first before we talk about it."

"Give Clara a happy death."

Mo Cheng took the thrown thing and received a prompt from the system the moment he touched it.

[Get a piece of convertible equipment. 】

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