Chapter 4391 (four thousand three hundred and ninety-one) numerous
He didn't know what to answer at this time. When hesitating, he heard the other party continue to ask: "In your eyes, do the lives of those blue-armored people you have seen be like weeds, or even worse than weeds?"
In his eyes, the blue-armored people he had seen were not human beings. As for how to answer this question to satisfy the other party, he was not sure. He felt that if he answered "yes", it would be like showing that he despised the man in blue armor in front of the other party, but if he said "no", it would be as if he was expressing that the life of man in blue armor was not that miserable after all.
He then said: "Life shouldn't be like weeds." He said this just to prevent the other party from doing anything to make him more miserable.
The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face said: "Do you really think so?"
He hesitated and did not dare to speak directly. Because he really didn't mean what he said, and he was worried that if he admitted it, his face would be attacked by steaming tears again.
"That's not what you think." The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face sneered, "That's why you treat the blue-armored people like that. Those blue-armored people you have seen, their lives are indeed not meant to be. They are like weeds, but because they are not considered human beings in some people's hearts, those people are very cruel to them. Because of this, the lives of those people with blue armor are like weeds, and later they become withered grass. In the process, those blue-armored people suffered all kinds of physical and mental torture. Although their eyes could move, it was actually difficult for them to survive as a person under the heavy pressure. This was extremely difficult for them. What a huge injustice! The weedy blue-armored people I showed you are actually just a symbol of the many blue-armored people living in misery. Do you understand?”
"I know what you mean," he said.
The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face said: "You only understand what I mean? Now in your eyes, do people in blue armor should live 'as a human being'?"
Years of deep-rooted impressions caused him to still not agree with the statement that people in blue armor should live "as a human being". However, he was afraid of the other party, so he could only say: "I... let me think about it."
The other party sneered again and said, "It's so difficult to make a Tiechang person think that a person in blue armor is a human being?"
"It's not...it's not like that..." He said quickly in order to prevent further irritating the other party.
"What are you so anxious to deny?" said the man with a handful of weeds painted on his left face, "At this moment, think about the oldest blue-armored man you have ever seen who was beaten to death by the Tiecang people. People, what do you think?”
"I think... he has... gray hair... wrinkles," he replied.
He actually thought about something else: In fact, that man was quite lucky. He was a blue-armored person and had lived to that age. In fact, he was already luckier than many blue-armored people.
Although he had already said something like "if someone kills the blue-armored people under the guidance of the other party, the person who is killed will not live to die of old age", but at this moment, what he is thinking about is still not the majority of those blue-armored people. Suffering injustice, it was the blue-armored man who lived until his hair turned white that he was lucky to live to such an old age before being killed. Compared with other blue-armored men, he was lucky.
"Is that all?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face. (End of chapter)