"In an outbreak of disease, one tenth of the people are ill, and the remaining nine out of ten are not infected. Choose to kill that one tenth of the people, so that the remaining nine tenths can live more safely. Because nine tenths are the majority, and one tenth is a small part. This is a matter that embraces the interests of most people, so he is just.

And if things change.

In an outbreak of disease, nine out of ten people are ill, and the remaining one tenth are uninfected. They choose to kill nine out of ten people and let one tenth live. So this is an evil thing. It's an abominable thing, because he chose to sacrifice the majority of people to fulfill a small number of people. "

"It's the same thing, but because the number of people on both sides is different, the result is totally different. When one tenth of them are ill, nine out of ten can, for their own benefit, send one tenth of them to the scaffold with a tone of justice. And when nine out of ten people are sick, if they dare to ask for it, they may be eliminated first. Even if they don't do anything, they just sit quietly at home. Some people who are sick may rush into the homes of those who are not sick and kill them because of jealousy

Having said all this, the warrior of the cult looks at ye Ziheng again.

"Now, do you still think that the clan is the so-called justice, and we are the so-called evil?"

Ye Ziheng was silent. He didn't know how to answer this question.

Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on the face of the warrior of the cult.

"In this world, there is no so-called right and evil. There is only a struggle between the interests of the majority and the minority, but most of the time, the majority can always rely on their number to win the minority."

"As for the damage to others, we kill others for our own interests, and you kill our people for the interests of a large number of people. In fact, we have no difference."

With that, a faint smile appeared on the face of the cult warrior.

"Elder martial brother ye, I have brought the medicine!"

The voice of the disciple immediately pulled ye Ziheng back from thinking. Ye Ziheng shook his head and looked at the disciple with a smile.

Ye Ziheng cleared all the conversations in his mind about the martial artists of the evil cult. He thought of his real purpose here. He frowned slightly and thought for a while.

"Give me something. You can call manager Yan and let him go with him at the celebration banquet. It's a small reward for his care these days."

On hearing this, the disciple nodded with a smile, and then handed the medicine in his hand to ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng took the medicine in his hand and looked at the disciples who had gone away slowly. He thought something in his mind. After a long time, his face showed a trace of firmness. It seemed that he had determined something. He turned his head and looked at the disciples of the cult.

"Wait a minute. We're going to have a celebration party. Everyone will leave. You can escape then."

With that, ye Ziheng directly put the medicine in his hand on the ground. By the way, he took out a dagger of one grade and put it on the ground. Then he turned and walked away.

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