Ge Cheng lay there, his eyes painfully fixated on Zhu Minglang.
The deity was right in front of him.
Seeking forgiveness, yearning for redemption...
Unfortunately, Zhu Minglang was not that kind of deity who would save all sentient beings.
Often, he could watch indifferently.
"I said, I won't interfere with your choices," Zhu Minglang said.
"I... I want... I want to live. Next life is next life... This life, I've suffered enough, I'm forty, I want to live," Ge Cheng said.
"As you wish," Zhu Minglang said.
"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of deity are you? If he survives, others must die. You should counsel him, make him realize that redeeming himself will give him a better next life. Talk to him about his next life!" At this point, the Ancient Yao became anxious.
"People said it already, next life is next life, he wants to live this life..." Zhu Minglang said.
"So you're going to watch them die helplessly, those innocent villagers, those hardworking and kind people should die?"
