Quick Wear: The Creation of Equality for Every Psychopath

Chapter 148: Rich Man Recognizes His Relatives (4 Main Lines)

Seeing the two men clearly unwilling to leave, a young man standing next to Lin Xiyi's seventy-year-old son narrowed his eyes and said, "Grandpa, there's news from abroad. Great-grandfather's new organs are working very well. It looks like he can live another six or seven years."

A look of pity flashed across the old man's eyes. "What a sin."

"I don't think so. If these people weren't greedy, how could they have fallen into such an obvious trap set by Grandpa Zeng? Don't they deserve it?"

The old man looked at him deeply.

"What's wrong, Grandpa?"

"Do you think your great-grandfather was right to do this? Some people may be greedy, but their crimes don't deserve the death penalty."

"Hahaha." The man chuckled, his eyes calm and expressionless. "That being said, some people are simply not destined to endure wealth and honor. Since ancient times, how many people have died pursuing wealth and honor? And how many people have suddenly gained huge wealth, but couldn't keep it and ended up in poverty and destitution?"

“Maybe this is their fate.”

"Destiny?" The old man was silent for a long time. "What is destiny? Ultimately, it's just an excuse given by those who can control them to make them compromise."

He is the grandson who least believes in fate.

Then, the old man lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you agree with your great-grandfather's approach?"

"Grandpa." The man's eyes were calm. "People have pursuits in life. Without them, life is like the walking corpse." He then raised his eyebrows slightly, his lips curled slightly. "But everyone's pursuits are different. The rich pursue longevity and spiritual joy. The poor pursue money. The sick pursue health. The lonely crave attention. The loveless spend their entire lives hoping for love of their own."

"Grandpa has everything. Now he just wants to live. Since ancient times, haven't there been many people who pursue immortality? Since he has the financial resources to do so, why can't he satisfy his own selfish desires?"

The old man's hands trembled. "What about you?"

His cloudy eyes stared at this gifted child. Since birth, he was like a bystander in the world. He never denied anyone, nor agreed with anyone, but he always had something to say.

The man chuckled again. "Me?" He narrowed his eyes for a long moment. "I love this world. I like to watch people's emotions, birth, old age, sickness, and death. I watch their lives." His tone was low, with an indescribable cynicism. "Destiny."

The old man was silent.

The man supported him and said, "But Grandpa Zeng has been looking for a brain recently. After all, the old man's brain can't keep up with the thinking of the young."

The old man's cloudy eyes were filled with shock as he stared at the man in front of him. "He's already crazy. Would he still be the same person even if his brain was replaced? Does he not want to live anymore?"

"Isn't this to be expected? Starting with the organ and blood transplant, and enjoying the vitality of youth, I want more. That's what desire is like. Once you have something, you only want more."

If he really wants to replace his brain, he might as well replace his head. If he really wants to replace his head, even if he can survive, he will no longer be himself.

The old man pushed the man's hand away, turned around and took two steps, with his back to the man, and said in a very soft voice, "Your brother should be back soon. Next year it will be the turn of the second son's family to donate blood. As for the girl, after she dies, have her ashes brought back and buried properly."

"Yes, Grandpa."

After the old man left, the man suddenly raised his eyes and faced the place where water was being poured in the garden. The water vapor in the air made the flowers in the garden gorgeous and tempting. Among the flowers stood a man dressed in black clothes and ancient costume. The man had a head of black and smooth hair, half of which was tied up with an ebony hairpin that was thousands of years old.

The man's dark pupils met his, and magically, his body seemed clean and fresh, without any moisture, as vague as the man's fantasy.

"Has Heaven's punishment for you ended?" The man's lips curled. "What are you doing here? Spying on me?"

Seeing that he remained silent and his eyes showed no emotion, he said, "Your spirit is very weak. It seems you have been reincarnated many times. You are not a good god, but you have to become a mortal to join in the fun. Don't blame me when you die."

Then he straightened his wrinkled black custom-made suit, turned around and walked away.

"I found the space-time beast." The man who looked like the man in the painting finally spoke.

The man paused, "What do you want to say?"

The man standing in the garden rubbed his brows and was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke, "She's different from you. She has no ambitions at all. If you wish to end your reincarnation, you can use her spirit, soul, and flesh to reshape your body. Spacetime beasts are already rare."

"It's rare for someone like you to appear in this world. Perhaps Heaven still has some mercy on you."

"Hahahaha." The man who heard this seemed unable to hold back and suddenly laughed wildly. His face became ferocious as he laughed, and he even covered his stomach with his hands while laughing. But the moment he turned his head, he regained his composure with a playful look.

"Kindness? Am I being kind to myself? Hahaha, you take me for a fool? Ah, is this fun?"

His tone was blunt. "You want me to live, but that's simply because this world is returning to chaos and its spiritual energy is gone. It will collapse sooner or later. You want me to hold it up? Hahaha, ridiculous. If it collapses, it will collapse. You can find her and lend her all your strength. Let her travel through the beginning of heaven and earth, change everything, and create a new world. Wouldn't that be better?"

"It's just that, by that time, maybe you won't be around anymore, hahahaha, hahahaha."

The man seemed really happy, but his eyes grew colder. "I've said before, no one, not even the heavens, can judge me. My fate is in my own hands. Now, beg me."

Then he burst into laughter, his eyes filled with an indescribable evil, "Go to hell, all of you. Hahahaha, hahahaha."

Sick, crazy.

The body of the man standing in the garden became more and more transparent, until it was completely transparent.

Inside a luxurious and low-key car of Jingshi, a handsome man in a suit and tie, who looked more handsome than an ordinary man, opened his eyes, raised his slender hand and rubbed his high nose bridge, but his eyes were extremely deep.

Can this world have more normal people?

The depletion of spiritual energy won’t make everyone more and more crazy.

The world collapsed, and even if we go back to the beginning of the world, we cannot create a new world. Everything will just go back to the original trajectory, and the final result will be the same, but the time and space beast may not appear again.

When the man thought of this, he felt an indescribable sense of suffocation in his heart.

"Is the Heavenly Dao really going to give up on this world? Then why did the Spacetime Beast appear?"

Then he closed his eyes, felt it for a while, opened his eyes with a hint of surprise, quickly made a hand gesture, and his expression became gloomy for a while.

"Is everything destined?"