Fist of Imagination

The cigarette was gradually engulfed by the flames, and the burnt yellow mark continued to rise until it sank into the fingers.

Liang De turned his palm over and stared at the place where he felt a slight sting.

This doomsday trip to Blue Star made him very uncomfortable.

It was not because of the appearance of Mi Xiang.

The carnivorous woman and the things behind her were not the main reasons for Mr. Liang's discomfort. At this moment, what was suffocating in his heart was the other side of the world No. 37927, a blue planet full of hopeless people.

Why do so many people feel that life is meaningless?

Yes, if there is no doomsday crisis brought by the floating of the earth veins, most of these people will continue to live like this for thirty, fifty, or seventy years until their luck is bad.

But why?

Liang De clenched his fingers and extinguished the stinging pain of the burning spark in his fist.

He did not take out a new cigarette, but stood there waiting for a while.

The size of Blue Star is nothing compared to the huge pastures of Compound Eye in other worlds. With only a few billion people, the group of three corpse worm puppets released by the pastoral official toolkit reached where they were going without any effort.

Mi Xiang tossed the sachet in her hand, the void rippled, and countless projections of the strings of fate fell from a high place, wisps and strands, and fell into the darkness inside the sachet.

After the last projection of the life string disappeared, the hearts of all the robbers on this planet were held in her hands.

"Done."

Mi Xiang grabbed the sachet that was as big as a coconut with both hands and shook it like a dice cup.

She muttered:

"Happy, happy, happy, all give me happiness, isn't it happiness, all for you..."

The 84-style pastoral official self-discipline toolkit shines brightly, delivering carefully customized products to everyone who needs happiness.

In the company restroom with real-time monitoring installed, on the sweat-and-dry production line that works day and night, in the small mountain village where people are sold and raised like livestock, in the dark private mines... everyone laughed happily.

Happiness is fake, but the body and soul like it very much. The appearance and spirit of billions of robbers have quietly changed.

Liang De looked down at the Sony Ericsson radar on his left wrist. The value representing the possibility of the doomsday of Blue Planet dropped like a tide, and soon fell back to the other side of the cordon.

He had already checked this batch of three corpse worm puppets with his spiritual sense when they took off.

It is a very delicate creation, non-toxic and without side effects. It can rely on the waste produced by human metabolism to operate on its own. It can work normally for more than a hundred years without any problems, and it can completely help the human beings of Blue Planet survive the disaster of the floating earth veins in a few days.

He used the warrior's spiritual sense to randomly check the conditions of several robbers nearby, and then invaded the Sky Eye system of several major governments of Blue Planet in this world to scan them. After confirming that there was no risk, he no longer paid attention to the changes happening to the hopeless people on this planet.

Mr. Liang is not a big-hearted person. He has never liked watching horror movies.

Now, with such a scary scene full of smiles, it is better not to watch it.

He separated Liang Deyi and returned to the Haina Fantasy Collection where the rotten corpse Lao Wang was placed.

The half-mechanical Wang Pufa, who was only left below the shoulders, held the game controller and glared at Liang De.

"You still know how to come back! Do you know how I spent this time!"

"I know, you played five games of shameful mahjong and cleared the level of the swimsuit girl to find trouble."

Lao Wang tilted his head and grinned:

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't play, I played it to criticize... critically understand the entertainment culture that you young people like. Besides, isn't it all your fault? Why did you play these games? I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen you like this. Are you disgusting? Oh——"

"My, my fault, Brother Wang, I have something to discuss with you."

Liang De humbly accepted the criticism and sat down next to Wang Pufa quietly.

Wang Pufa raised his head and closed his eyes, sighing:

"Last time you said you had something to discuss with me, my lower body is still intact, now I'm like this, I can't resist anyway, I have anything I can give you, take it, hurry up, don't talk nonsense, I'm annoyed when I see you."

He said as he lifted his right leg up, ready to pose to show that I can't do anything to you, but my attitude is here...

"Hey! I have legs!" Old Wang was ecstatic.

Hey, why is this leg still numb, is this my leg...

"Brother Wang, don't worry, I will return it if I borrow it, there are left, middle and right ones, and they are all brand new."

Liang De connected Wang Pufa's other leg and replaced his body below the head for him.

Old Wang immediately got anxious: "Why do I need a brand new one? This white one is too sissy, I feel ashamed when I go out. My original arms and legs were tanned, why do you pass them off as good ones!"

Is that tanning? That's rotten meat wrapped in mud!

Liang De looked into his eyes and said:

"Brother Wang, I have replaced everything below your head to look like when you were alive. The brain is complicated and cannot be done all at once. I have set it up and will gradually complete the reconstruction within 12 hours. Once the replacement is completed, you will no longer be a corpse ghost.

"I left a newly revised version of Bing Xin Jue for you in the new brain. You can practice it for a few hours every day after meals, and your confused soul will slowly turn back.

"I see the amplitude of your soul fluctuations. Now you are relatively sober. I want to discuss something with you, okay?"

Wang Pufa put his raised left leg back to its original position and patted his thigh with both hands:

"Okay, you say it."

Liang De: "I have studied the rules of this world and the related numerology... Brother Wang, you are born with a different life, and you are not someone who can live long in the world of the living.

"If you live happily and cheerfully, it's fine. But if you have too many things piled up, your emotions will affect your qi, and when the year, month, day, and time of the year are inauspicious - just one of the four conditions is enough - it is possible to attract thunderbolts. The more the time is right, the greater the chance of being struck. "

Wang Pu laughed, "It turns out that I have a lightning rod in my life, no wonder I am always woken up by lightning at night, and I can't rest in peace even after death.

"Brother, don't give me a new one. Just bring back the old one. It's tough. There's no need to revive me. I've lived before, but it's meaningless. It's better to be free in the sewer."

"No, Brother Wang, we have a free happiness delivery activity now..."

"Deliver happiness?"

Liang De looked at the floor and nodded, saying:

"Yes, it's a product developed by my friend's company. After using it, you can stay happy anytime and anywhere. You can control it yourself. It's like you have an extra happiness button. When you are unhappy, press it. It works. It feels faster than touching the switch.

"I don't really want to recommend this thing to others, but your situation is different. Happiness is a necessity for you..."

"How about it, Brother Wang, do you want a set?"

Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow.