Eight hundred and seventieth chapters the existence of God
"You little bastard, you run, you run again."
In the alley, a little boy was holding a steamed bun in his hand. He was surrounded by seventeen or eighteen-year-old delinquent boys with dark bodies. They held sticks in their hands and looked at the little boy with evil intentions. The little boy had a pair of big eyes.
Looking at them in horror and listening to their angry curses, he subconsciously defended himself: "I, I only, I only took one steamed bun."
"Steamed bun?"
A young man in the lead cast his gaze on the white-faced steamed bun in his hand: "A bastard like you deserves to eat such a good steamed bun?"
"People like you only deserve to eat food from the trash can."
Another young man also said with a smile: "So hand over the steamed buns quickly, otherwise, we will be rude to you, little brother, brother."
The last three words are word for word.
The other teenagers all laughed.
The little boy's eyes were red, and he shrank his hands: "This, this is not, this is not for me to eat. My sister...my sister is sick, so I..."
"Shut up."
"The bastard's sister is also a bastard."
"If you don't deserve it, does your sister deserve it?"
Each of these insulting words trampled on the little boy's self-esteem. The little boy's body trembled. He was angry, but also afraid: "I, I know... I know you are here for negative emotions... but...
"
"Shut up."
It's really about negative emotions.
Living in this city, who doesn’t want to have more negative emotions in their hands?
But squeezing negative emotions is not that simple for these children from ordinary families. After all, there are many people in the city, and people who look ugly may have a powerful ghost father, so they can only turn their attention to the slums.
The children in the slums come out to pick up garbage every day, and they will take this opportunity to insult the children as much as they want.
But there are too many people who insult these children, and there are even people who kill children to capture their fearful emotions. In this way, their insults are nothing at all. Children cannot provide too many negative emotions, but
Today, a child secretly stole a steamed bun from a bun shop. Children in slums steal things.
This was the first time they had encountered such a situation, so they were sure something was wrong with the child and quickly followed him.
really,
The little boy is doing it for his sister. If he takes away his steamed buns, he will definitely provide a lot of negative emotions.
"We do it for negative emotions, but we also really feel that people like you don't deserve to eat such good steamed buns."
"Where's the white one? Look at you like this, are you worthy?"
The little boy's face turned red.
Feeling the slight movement of the beads collecting negative emotions, the teenagers knew that the time was almost up. They rushed forward and knocked the white-flour steamed bun out of the little boy's hand. The little boy subconsciously went to pick it up, but a boy stepped on the bun.
, the white-faced steamed buns were immediately crushed, and the white steamed buns turned into black steamed buns.
"I told you that you don't deserve it, but you still want to pick it up and eat it?"
"Trash like you should stay with trash."
In an instant, tears overflowed from the little boy's eyes,
He looked at the black bun with a footprint and thought of his sister. His anger defeated his fear and finally couldn't help shouting at the others: "You are really too much, too much. You, you think you are great."
?"
"I tell you, God has appeared now. God has seen you doing all kinds of evil and can no longer stand it. God will definitely kill you. He will definitely do it."
The young man roared angrily.
god.
In this place full of darkness and depression without any hope, in just two days, this word spread to every corner of the city. A small number of people regard God as hope, but most people think that God is their hope.
Ridiculous.
god,
What is God?
Are you still thinking of punishing them?
ridiculous.
Several teenagers had also heard of God, but they didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, they laughed loudly: "God, what is God?"
"You said God wants to kill us, then let him come."
"Little trash, trash is trash, and you still want to turn around. Even if there is such a so-called god, he can't help you trash--"
I haven't been able to say the next word yet,
Suddenly, a knife was inserted into the boy's body,
The boy's smile froze at the corner of his mouth. He slowly lowered his head and saw that his white shirt had been stained red.
The pain spread from his abdomen to every corner of his body. He finally couldn't stand and knelt on the ground. When his companion saw that he was still silent, he turned to look at him——
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Who did it?"
"how so?"
"Oh my god."
The smiles of the other teenagers also froze. After reacting, they all knelt down and tried to help the boy up, but the boy couldn't stand up anyway. He was holding his belly, mouthing like a dying fish.
He was breathing heavily and soon lost his breath.
The boy's body stiffened.
The leader of the gangster looked at the dazed little boy on the side and said fiercely: "Do you think this is the so-called god coming to help you? Let me tell you, after a while, A Liang's soul came out, and I want you to survive.
You can't die."
The little boy was frightened by these words. He took a few steps back, but was soon blocked by two teenagers, while others were waiting for the soul of the dead teenager, but——
No.
They waited for a long time, but still didn't wait until the young man's soul left his body, as if there were no ghosts in this world at all.
This is simply——
"How did that happen?"
"Impossible, where is A Liang's ghost?"
"Generally speaking, don't ghosts leave the body soon after death?"
The teenagers gradually became frightened: "I heard them say that people killed by gods have no souls."
"Is there really such a thing as God?"
As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into silence. The little boy also took this opportunity to pick up the dirty buns on the ground and ran away. At this time, no one was in the mood to chase him.
…
The little boy ran to the slums and turned left and right into a shabby room. Lying inside was a well-behaved girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, who was so thin that she looked like she would be blown over by a gust of wind.
"Sister, sister."
"Look what I brought back? Steamed buns, big white steamed buns."
Although the steamed buns are dirty, in the eyes of the little boy, they are still the most delicious food in the world.
The girl slowly raised her eyes and looked at her brother. She struggled to squeeze out a smile: "Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong is great. You, you can eat it yourself..."
She is dying and may soon become a ghost.
But what if she becomes a ghost? She can't protect her stupid brother.
Even if she becomes a ghost, she is only the lowest level of ghost.
"Sister, I don't want to eat. I have eaten."
Xiao Rong's throat moved slightly, but his eyes were bright. In order to prevent his sister from letting him eat the steamed buns, he quickly changed the subject: "Sister, do you know what I just encountered?"
"What happened?"
"I met God, the God you told me about."
Xiaorong's eyes were wide open, with excitement in them: "A few people just stopped me and bullied me, but the person who bullied me died on the spot, and no ghost has come out yet."
He was very innocent: "Sister, has God seen us?"
The girl's eyes gradually brightened: "God... Xiaorong, are you telling the truth?"
"it is true."
Xiao Rong nodded heavily and was about to say something, but the space here suddenly distorted, and a woman appeared in the room out of thin air: "Hello, I am the messenger of God, will you join us?"
