"Oppose violence, love peace."
Gu Qingshan read aloud.
The fat man nodded, a look of steely resolve appearing on his face.
Gu Qingshan asked, "Why do you think that?"
The fat man tossed aside the sign in his hand, then reached behind his back and pulled out another one, holding it up in front of his chest.
It read: "My beloved died in a war. My whole family was killed in revenge for my impulsive murder. Thus, I came to understand deeply that violence cannot solve problems, and that sooner or later, everyone who lives by the sword will pay the price."
Gu Qingshan looked at the sign and sighed.
"That's tragic?" he asked.
The fat man nodded and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Gu Qingshan fell into thought.
Suddenly, he walked over, picked up the first sign the fat man had thrown away, and examined it closely.
The writing on the sign was pasted onto a wooden board, with layer upon layer of boards behind it, like a stack of notices.
"What have you glued behind this?"
As he spoke, Gu Qingshan reached out and began peeling off the "Oppose violence, love peace" slogan.
Riiip—
The slogan board came away, revealing another sign underneath. It read:
"I'm lost and hungry. Please give me five Death Soul Crystals for a meal."
Gu Qingshan froze.
A sign like that instantly destroyed the man's credibility.
He reached out and peeled off another.
The second slogan board came away, revealing a third. It read:
"Ten Thousand Year Dragon Saliva Water—blowout sale! Everything just ten Death Soul Crystals! No bargaining!"
Gu Qingshan sighed deeply and looked at the fat man.
The fat man remained unruffled. He pulled out another board and wrote on it: "Lord Death God, I have no