It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 215 The most important thing in life is loyalty

Virtue, propriety, righteousness, trustworthiness, and benevolence, which one do you have?
To be honest, Liu Zheng felt that he had none of the above characteristics.

There is no need to talk about Li. He is an orphan who grew up in a wild way. If it weren't for the old dean and the government's welfare policy, he would have become a gangster.

To be honest, although he can't be said to be talking nonsense, he still has quite a few perfunctory words to his superiors and colleagues.

Virtue and benevolence are out of the question. The security guards who died at the hands of Liu Zheng, the waiter on the 11th floor, and the pets in the "Sunshine" pet shop would not be recognized by humans.

Only Yi could barely be involved. After all, he was about to betray the owners who provided him with information when he was interrupted by the diagnosis of ALS.

"Then let's try Yi first."

He decided.

Although Liu Zheng still doesn't think he can bear it, it shouldn't crush him to death, right?
"it is good."

Si Xue would not give him a chance to regret and simply reached out and grabbed him.

A "sheep"-like pictographic pattern on the colorful phoenix's leg was torn off along with its feathers and flesh.

"Wow!"

Although the phoenix did not move, Liu Zheng could hear its wailing.

In this regard, he could only say that he was helpless.

Not to mention that he had no ability to rescue it, even at the moment he really needed the power of the Phoenix to protect himself.

A whole mass of flesh and feathers was pulled out of the obsidian pillar and landed above Liu Zheng's head.

Si Xuesong opened his hands, and the flesh and blood feathers immediately turned into a colorful oracle bone character "义" and fell towards him.

The two strokes below the character “义” (justice) were like two sheep’s hooves, stepping heavily on his shoulders.

Liu Zheng groaned. He felt like he was carrying not a word but a mountain.

And this mountain was not pressing on his body, but on his soul.

The word "righteousness" was pressed down again, and countless images emerged in his mind.

When Liu Zheng was a child, he fought with other older kids to protect a child who invited him to eat bubble gum.

When he was in middle school, a female classmate passed him a note to confess her love to her, and the teacher found out. Liu Zheng simply ate the note.

Until Liu Zheng hugged Bao Jie and blocked the fart bomb shot at her at the cost of a broken heart.

Countless images solidified into bricks and stones, stacked up from the soles of his feet, finally passing over his head, supporting the word "righteousness".

These bricks and stones are not stable and are even crumbling under the pressure of the word "righteousness".

But in the end, he still helped Liu Zheng support the huge mountain of "righteousness" above his head, making his whole soul feel light.

"You actually managed to hold on."

Si Xue looked a little surprised, but not particularly surprised.

"Yes, if you were to judge by the average morality of Metropolis, you could almost run for sainthood."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"In that case, why doesn't the City Hall try to improve the moral quality of the masses?"

Liu Zheng had just woken up from the heavy pressure and his mind had not yet recovered, so he asked subconsciously.

"Morality? Whose morality?"

Si Xue asked back.

"Humans have their own morals, cattle and horses have their own morals, and vampires have their own morals. There are thousands of certified races in Metropolis, so which race's morals should be used as the standard?"

"We can find the greatest common divisor."

Since Si Xue didn't tell him to shut up, he continued talking.

"Then who determines the greatest common divisor?"

Si Xue asked.

“We can set up a committee, with representatives from all ethnic groups to jointly discuss and then select members from among these representatives to form a standing committee to be responsible for specific matters.”

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

As a journalist who has received compulsory education and higher education, he still has some political literacy.

"Then which races would benefit most from choosing this greatest common denominator of morality?"

Si Xue asked again.

"It is most beneficial to the weaker races." Liu Zheng replied.

"So, do you need me to continue asking questions?"

Si Xue sneered.

"No thanks, boss."

He sighed.

This world is an extraordinary world, and the gap in strength between individuals is even greater than the gap between humans and insects in reality.

At least bugs can bite people or spray some venom.

But in this world, a strong man like Si Xue would die if he just looked at him.

What maintains order in the metropolis is not the greatest common denominator of morality, nor the compromise between races, but the violence of City Hall that is enough to suppress all races.

"If you could go beyond the border someday, you would realize that Metropolis is not so bad. Of course, you would forget about this conversation by then."

Si Xue said lightly.

"I just want to stay in the restaurant and work hard. I don't want to go anywhere."

Liu Zheng immediately expressed his loyalty.

With the troubles he had caused now, without the protection of his identity as a restaurant employee, he would have been torn to pieces by the crowd long ago.

Even hiding in the sewers might not be safe unless he went directly into a shelter.

But if he hides in the shelter, Liu Zheng will gradually forget everything, and eventually he will probably even forget about returning, and then he will completely decay.

"I am not a cow or a horse. I don't need you to keep flattering me. Are you still going to choose?"

Si Xue asked.

"Is one word enough, Boss?"

"It's hard to say. It depends on how much he pays attention to you."

Si Xue shook her head.

The president of the Writers Association is a very mysterious man. In fact, she has only dealt with him a few times and is not too sure about his ability.

"Then give me another letter."

Liu Zheng gritted his teeth.

"it is good."

Si Xue waved her hand, and the word "信" was torn off the body of the colorful phoenix.

The word "信" fell on his neck like a guillotine. This time it was no longer the pressure of a mountain, but the sharpness under the acceleration of gravity.

Liu Zheng felt that he was going to be beheaded in the next second, and this decapitation acted on the soul level, so even the "rebirth of flesh and blood" was ineffective.

At this moment, countless images appeared again, turning into chains that were put around his neck.

Keeping promises is both a constraint and a protection.

Chains were cut one by one by the "faith" guillotine, and then they were continuously created, until the guillotine's sharpness was completely consumed.

"Whoo~"

He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had passed another level.

"Two words already, are you still coming?"

Si Xue was not surprised that he could hold on to the word "faith".

The words "faith" and "loyalty" are often used together. A person who is truly loyal is often more trustworthy.

"Come, this time we need the characters '德' and '仁'."

Liu Zheng gritted his teeth.

He doesn't like to leave his fate to chance.

Rather than being killed by the president of the Writers Association because of not enough “words” to carry them, it is better to be crushed to death by these “words” now.

Besides, Si Xue couldn't really let him die here.

"it is good."

Si Xue stretched out her hand again, and the words "德" and "仁" were torn off together.

(End of this chapter)