Ji Zhizhen looked at Wu Shengjiu in the cell opposite him. His heart was filled with every kind of emotion, except anything positive.
He had just been mocking the other man, only to discover that he was actually worse off!
At least Wu Shengjiu had put on a show before all of humanity and vented his frustration.
As for him, he had merely registered himself and gotten arrested!
One crab was worse than the last! Only now did he understand that reality was not a novel or a movie. In reality, every action you took would receive a corresponding response! Things would not fail to happen just because the author or screenwriter had not written that part of the plot.
What had he done wrong just now? He had merely thought a little too slowly; his brain had not been faster than his hands. It was a mistake many people made.
People were always quick to spot others' flaws and imagine that they could surely avoid them, never realizing that they had flaws of their own—flaws they could not see.
And he had made exactly that mistake.
Fortunately, Ji Zhizhen had one advantage over Wu Shengjiu: he had just endured an experience more painful than death, so his mental endurance was far stronger than Wu Shengjiu's.
After all, he had nearly died several times before. At least now, his life was not in danger.
But his disadvantage was that Wu Shengjiu had merely been placed in solitary confinement, while he had just made a bet with a bizarre being. In three years, it would come to take his soul!
Right, it was only testing whether he could achieve a good ending in three years. It had not said that he would need to still possess the Handicraft Spaceship then.
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