Everything is like a replay of the movie, except that the previous song God of Truth has been from the perspective of a bystander, just like watching a play, outside the game.
But now he has become a Actor in the play, and is forced to continue according to the original development.
Now Audience has changed to a different person.
God of Truth still had a way to control this body for a short time, and then looked at his original position.
Suddenly there was another Lounge Chair, but the person lying there was no longer me.
Black Haired Youth changed into a casual white coat and black trousers, holding a fan exactly like his own, and then slowly and leisurely shook it again and again.
His posture was exactly the same as before.
God of Truth squinted slightly, but before he could take a few more looks, he was suddenly robbed of control of his body.
Everything that happened before was not the song planned by God of Truth. On the contrary, there was someone else who designed the plot.
The identities of Daozu and Yurou have been interchanged, leaving only a scene of ridicule.
Everything was planned in advance.
God of Truth was trapped in this body, and subsequently experienced various ways of death. Pain and fear that he had not experienced for many years suddenly filled his heart.
But it does not belong to Himself, but to the owner of this body.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't ask, I couldn't even turn around, I could only feel the gaze behind me as if watching a play.
After this play is over, what awaits God of Truth is another brand new body that circulates among different people.
This scene was played over and over again, Shou Dao In the end, the truth even became quite familiar with its words and processes.
It also made his mood much worse.
Bo Shuo still knew Him quite well. God of Truth swallowed the smell of blood in his throat, and raised the butcher knife not far away high above his head, and then--
Bang.
A sharp pain came.
This repeated torture made God of Truth laugh. Unfortunately, he couldn't laugh. He could only rely on his will to make this body that did not belong to him, or in other words, 'Instrument of Torture' make a very light and hoarse sound.
God of Truth's bad mood is of course not because of death and pain, but because of being treated like a clown, being controlled and imprisoned.
Even now, He can only be trapped in this body specially prepared for Him.
Just thinking about this makes God of Truth feel unbearable.
The other party knows more about Him and knows what to do to truly retaliate against Him.
"Bo Shuo."
After countless reincarnations and reorganizations, God of Truth finally accumulated a trace of Power of Resistance in it, but he did not resist, but read out the name with all his strength.
And Bo Shuo, who was called by Him, was still lying on Rocking Chair, just looking at Him indifferently.
Bo Shuo did not continue to let this good show continue. Although the flow rate of the two was different, Bo Shuo was not willing to spend too much time here.
After all, there are still people waiting for him at home.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Black Haired Youth slowly got up from Rocking Chair and walked slowly in front of White Clothed Scholar.
White Clothed Scholar was lying on the ground at the moment, with cold sweat on his forehead and his breathing was slightly heavy.
This space pressed this small part of Him here, completely transforming Him into an ordinary person.
White Clothed Scholar put his hands on the ground and slowly sat up. The sweat on his back was almost soaked through his clothes. Even in such a miserable state, he didn't seem to notice. He looked at Bo Shuo and chuckled.
"I didn't know you hated me so much."
Bo Shuo looked at him and suddenly smiled too, but added a few words of ridicule to God of Truth, "It's not hate, it's just revenge."
Bo Shuo has always been an extremely vindictive person, especially when he was played by others again and again, which made his tolerance towards God of Truth and World Consciousness reach a limit.
Generally speaking, if there is a grudge Bo Shuo, the grudge is avenged on the spot, and it is quite rare for the grudge to remain to this day.
But it's not too late.
"I would find it very interesting to see you kneeling at my feet like Lost Dog."
"Of course, I'm not just looking for your clone. I want to know where your main body is."
Black Haired Youth didn't hide anything, and when he expressed his thoughts, he took it as a matter of course.
He looked at God of Truth meaningfully.
When God of Truth met Bo Shuo's eyes, he quickly understood the meaning in his eyes and almost laughed out loud, "You mean, you want me to help you find myself."
"Do I look like a fool?"
Bo Shuo raised his fingertips and shook them in the air. He undoubtedly understood God of Truth best. In other words, Bo Shuo understood these madmen better than they could figure out with ordinary attitudes.
Beings like God of Truth have one thing in common. In order to pursue pleasure, they will sacrifice their own lives and even put themselves in danger.