The sound of something cracking came from the sky.
It was as if the ceiling was wailing as dust fell from it.
Toshio walked through the thick smoke and haze in a daze, stumbling. He seemed to hear someone shouting in the distance. He opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn't make a sound. It was as if he had swallowed burning charcoal. When he opened his mouth, he felt the charcoal burn in his throat.
He tried to run, but he couldn't find any trace of the person shouting.
There were only corpses half-buried in the rubble.
Auntie Uchiyama, Uncle Banto, Uncle Chida, Yuda, Ayano, Kako, and Sada … Everyone was dead.
Perhaps he was also dead. He had already arrived in the world after death.
That was why he was so lonely and sad.
But he just wanted to find someone to talk to. Even if there was someone alive, even if there was someone to tell him not to be afraid, he could continue to breathe, and his heart would have a reason to continue beating.
Just like that, he numbly walked past the broken corpses. He stumbled forward, stumbling, crying silently. No one responded.
Then, in the ruins, a hand twitched with great difficulty.
Toshio froze in place. He even thought that he was hallucinating, but the hand was clearly twitching in pain, as if it was struggling in a nightmare.
It was hard to describe the ecstasy he felt at that moment.
There was someone else, someone else was alive!
Apart from himself, there was someone else in this hell!
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm coming to save you!"
Toshio scrambled forward, shouting hoarsely. He imagined all the things that he wanted others to say to him, wanting to comfort him not to be afraid.
The child used all his strength to dig through the dirt in front of him, pushing aside the fallen stone slabs. As he panted, he saw a face covered in dust. He froze in place.
"It's you …"
Toshio recognized that face.
The white paper doll in his arms.
The murderer who killed his cousin, the demon who brought him all the misfortune, the Extreme Dao who committed all sorts of crimes.
He was still alive.
But why?
Everyone was clearly dead, even Auntie Uchiyama …
Toshio stiffly lowered his head. He couldn't understand, nor could he understand, but … he couldn't control his anger.
When he regained his senses, he was already holding a broken steel bar in his hand.
His childish expression gradually became distorted.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault … It's all your fault … Everyone is dead … If Cousin didn't die, Auntie, even my Auntie …"
This must be God's arrangement, right?
Toshio's hands trembled, and he wanted to press the sharp end against the man's throat. "I'm going to … kill you …"
However, she couldn't stop her tears from flowing. Drop by drop, they fell on the back of her hand.
"I, I …"
He choked with sobs.
I want to avenge my cousin.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to say those words.
This wasn't his fault. His cousin was the one who deserved to die. It wasn't his fault that this place became like this. He didn't do anything. Auntie was just unlucky …
I just want to hate. I just want to find someone to hate.
This way, he would be able to continue living. He would be able to live with a little … peace of mind.
But he didn't have that kind of courage.
His trembling hands could no longer hold onto his weapon. He knelt on the ground, covered his face, and cried silently, almost unable to breathe.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The child choked with sobs and begged humbly, "Please don't die, I beg you … No matter who you are, please save him …"
"Are you asking me for help, little brat?"
A hoarse voice sounded. A blood-stained hand was raised and pressed against his hair.
"Don't be afraid."
The dying man opened his eyes and whispered, "I will protect you."
Toshio stared at him blankly. He felt like he was looking at an idiot.
He didn't understand what he was thinking.
Maybe he had already gone crazy?
It didn't matter.
He shook his head numbly.
This world had long been abnormal. It didn't matter whether it was crazy or not. Everyone would die in the end anyway …
In the silence, Huai Shi wanted to prop himself up. However, his broken left arm couldn't complete such a task. He couldn't even lift it. Instead, it caused him to cough and suffocate.
It was his broken ribs that had pierced into his lungs.
He leaned against the ruins and tried his best to raise his head. He stared at the dark sky of Hell, bathing in the rain of dust.
He could see countless deaths slowly rising, dispersing, and disappearing.
Young Master Ming wailed silently.
Huai Shi lowered his eyes.
No one could save you. I'm sorry.
But they still had a chance …
All of this could still be salvaged.
"Child, have you ever taken music lessons?"
He murmured, as if he was sleep-talking, "In school, everyone would gather together and follow the teacher, happily jumping around the piano …
Sometimes it would be noisy, but sometimes everyone would be obedient. Sitting on a chair together, listening to the teacher play the piano and singing loudly. When singing, everyone would smile happily.
That was the happiest time for me …
Those melodies were so beautiful, as if they had a soul. When in pain, as long as you listened, you would be comforted. They are my friends. I hope that one day, I can introduce them to you. "
"So, don't be afraid."
Huai Shi said softly, "You won't die here. You still have a future that belongs to you."
You will be troubled by your studies. You will work hard for your exams. You will listen to class and answer questions. Or you will secretly cheat. In the drowsy afternoon, you will lie on your desk and watch the hustle and bustle of the sports field outside. You will imagine holding a girl's hand when the flowers bloom …
When you run on the sports field, there will be a light drizzle from the sky.
Laughter and noise could be heard from afar.
It was so gentle, as if everything would melt in the warm sunlight.
Everything in the past, the bleak life, the busy studies, the painful struggles, when you recall it now, it was as beautiful as a dream. It became peaceful and fulfilling.
You will have such a future.
Every child should have such a future.
At that moment, light appeared from Huai Shi's hand.
The Book of Destiny in his soul opened, and the chapter of the Divine Miracle appeared. The wailing divinity surged, and the God in the shadow shed tears silently.
In front of him, Tongi's illusion appeared again, looking down.
"Have you decided, Huai Shi?" She asked, "Are you going to give up on Great Si Ming's transformation and sacrifice the precious Divine Miracle for it? This Divine Miracle is only limited to you. "
"If the Divine Miracle can only be limited to me, then there is no meaning in its existence, right?" Huai Shi looked at her and smiled, "The essence of Heaven's Inquisition is sharing. Isn't this what you taught me?"
"Give them a chance."
Huai Shi said, "They don't have to be like me."
There will be someone who will lend them a helping hand.
— — This world should have miracles.
He smiled and closed his eyes.
In an instant, light and shadow reversed.
When the gate of the Bone Burial Sanctuary opened, the weeping Young Si Ming in the shadow opened her eyes.
On the cracked ground, in the collapsed ruins, countless green sprouted from the ashes. Accompanied by a tide of crows, the vast light of the burning divinity soared into the sky!
Illuminating hell!
Accompanied by the disintegration of the 'Divine Miracle Seal – Pocket Paper Plain', a solemn and sacred aura emerged from the deepest part of the Bone Burial Sanctuary. A quiet darkness rose, like an ocean, and as soft as mist, flowed out from it.
The mercy and mercy of the gods was operating on this land.
It caused the darkness that was completely different from hell to spread, spread, and spread. It carried the will of God and operated in all directions until it swallowed everything.
It enveloped the entire inner circle of the pill wave!
In the deepest part of the Bone Burial Sanctuary, Huai Shi lowered his head and stared at the cello in his hand. He slowly raised his healed arm and clenched the bow.
Thus, a sad and quiet melody sounded from the deepest part of the dream.
It echoed in everyone's ears.
An aria.
The G-string hummed softly, causing a gentle melody to flow like spring water. It lingered in the ears of every tearful soul, turning into a bridge that sent the blessings and favor from the gods into all the pain and suffering.
There was no distinction between them.
Under the guidance of the vast flock of crows, the miracle of Young Si Ming operated on the earth, sprinkling the light of redemption.
Through thousands of eyes, she stared at the suffering mortal world, and through countless ears, she listened to the sorrowful cries in hell.
Huai Shi raised his eyes.
He empathized with the overwhelming despair and pain, allowing them to merge into his soul and Stigmata, drowning him.
In a trance, it was as if an illusion of the past had appeared, staring at his face. The voices in those memories echoed in his ears.
"Please, Lord Huai Zhi …"
On the hospital bed, the dying man held his hand so tightly, "Everyone … is in your hands …"
Under the sunlight, the young man with dyed blonde hair smiled awkwardly. "It would be great if they could continue to go to school."
Qian Ye Long Er looked down mockingly. "You want to make them better, but are they really willing to?"
"But even if it's a rat's boat, it can still save more people, right?"
Shangye, who was in the driver's seat, turned around and smiled confidently. "It's not just me. Everyone in the Huai Shi group believes in this!"
If it was the boss, he would definitely be able to do it!
Huai Shi smiled helplessly.
Since when did the people around him have such great expectations of him? It was as if he had really done something amazing.
It was as if he could really become a hero who could turn the tide …
Then, please believe in me …
Huai Shi closed his eyes and allowed the immense divinity and despair to swallow him. He smiled and gave all his power to everything in front of him without holding back.
At that moment, in the ivory tower, in Russell's arms, a sleeping black cat opened its eyes and looked into the distance.
Russell was smiling. He reached out and stroked its fur. "Go, child. Your master needs you. It's time for you to appear."
He let go of his hand and allowed the black cat in his arms to break free. It stepped on the office table, took a step forward, and disappeared into the void, going to the place where the call came from.
The cat named War appeared under the sky of hell. Its amber eyes lit up with a brilliant glow.
The Code of War was activated here. The blessings from the Kingdom of Heaven were added to the hordes of hell. The soaring crows cawed loudly and ushered in the final transformation.
At that instant, one thousand seven hundred and fourteen souls descended upon Hell!
From the melody of compassion, the glow of miracles descended from the sky and arrived in front of everyone. It carried the words of Young Master Ming and her power.
"I am Huai Shi Man."
"I represent those who want to lend a helping hand and come here to save everything."
He said, "My name is Huai Shi."
"Please, don't be afraid. I will be by your side. The sun will rise again."
"Don't go to hell. Don't give up."
"I promise, everything will change. We will have a future."
"A future that belongs to us. A bright future."
The future —
.
"Come, your opponent is me —"
Under the sky, among the helpless cries and wails, an angry roar burst forth. Lu neighed.
The awe-inspiring knight roared. He spurred his horse and charged into the formation of the Slaughterers. He slashed down the metal light in his hand and tore apart the surging flames. He broke through and stood in front of the Slaughterers who were no longer human.
Strong winds and torrential rain rolled and spread.
"Run, old man." The knight said to the old policeman beside him without turning his head. "Run to the North. There are still people resisting there."
The old man hugged the child in his arms tightly and nodded.
"Thank you, thank you."
He staggered to his feet and limped away into the distance.
Very good.
Next, there was only himself and the enemy.
"Lu, let's do it again!"
Under the ferocious mask, the young man grinned and gripped the reins tightly. The Draconic horse neighed excitedly, its iron hooves hitting the ground. Sparks flew from the ashes and rain.
The lonely knight roared and moved forward, facing the countless gathering shadows.
But this time, a huge Iron Crow descended from the sky and flapped its wings with all its might, following behind him.
"You guys want to come too?"
Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "Don't fall behind."
The armored horse charged forward!
The long tassels were like fire, lighting up the dark hell!
.
"I'm a sharkman!"
Shangye, whose entire body was shining with the light of steel, roared. He held two machine guns in his hands and fired at the front. "Come, come, you bastards —"
Right in front of the open intersection, with only one person's firepower, they suppressed the enemy behind the ruins, unable to raise their heads.
"Hey, Shangye, don't go overboard!"
Behind the SUV, which was riddled with holes, someone at the foot of the mountain roared angrily. "Be careful of accidental injuries … This way, this way, the elderly and children go first. Don't bring anything, don't bring anything. Don't you f * cking hear me?"
Ji Dao violently kicked a guy who didn't listen to him out of the group. Then he roared at the trembling people, urging them to hurry up, even faster.
"Pass through here and go forward. Someone will come to your aid. Don't look back … Hurry! Hurry! "
He couldn't wait to push them one by one behind the narrow roadblock. Behind them, on the road lit up by the fire, the surging crowd staggered and ran.
But in the chaos, when the foot of the mountain turned around, he saw a familiar face. It was Ruo Tou of the Jinchuan Society, and the group of fleeing people behind them.
"Shangye? Why are you here! "
The foot of the mountain was furious and widened his eyes. "Did you run away from Luohe's house?!"
Shangye shook his head. His burned face twitched, and tears of blood flowed from the corners of his cracked eyes.
"The foot of the mountain, Luohe's house is gone …"
"What about Mrs. Luohe? Where's Mr. Akasaki?! "The foot of the mountain gritted his teeth and punched him in the face." You f * cking ran out alone! Coward! "
"I wanted to stay. The foot of the mountain, Mrs. Yuko ordered us to bring the women and children here."
Shangye's only remaining arm grabbed his hand and didn't dare to fight back. He lowered his head and begged, "Please, the foot of the mountain, let them pass first. I'll do anything."
"F * ck, what's the use of having you! Get your ass in there too. " The foot of the mountain pushed the guy over and waved at the panicked refugees. "Hurry up, hurry up!"
In the distance, the roar of the explosion broke out.
Further away, there was a flame rising into the sky, illuminating the pale face of the foot of the mountain.
That was the direction of Luohe's house …
.
The noises outside the wall were getting closer and closer.
In the empty hall, Luohe Yuriko silently looked around the bleak scene and smiled helplessly. The family that she took over from her late husband couldn't escape the fate of extinction after all.
Only at this time, she could tiredly support the box beside her, sit on the ground, and look at the photo hanging next to her.
In the photo, the couple snuggled up to each other under the shade of the tree, smiling sweetly.
"Sorry, Zhong, I can't hold it anymore." Yuriko sighed and covered the wound on her abdomen. "The mess you left is too difficult."
No one responded.
The gunshots were getting closer and closer, but then, there was a roar like a mad dog, roaring, crashing, and then the gunshots were heard again. Soon, they were silently suffocated under the iron fist.
Only the closed door was pushed open with difficulty.
A figure covered in blood staggered in and knelt on the ground. When he saw Luohe Yuriko, he seemed relieved and smiled with relief.
Yuriko was stunned. "Akazaki, you didn't leave?"
"I can't walk anymore …"
The man covered in bruises propped up his body and slowly shook his head. "I'm a dog raised by Miss Yuriko, let me accompany you."
"What are you talking about, Akazaki." Luohe Yuriko shook her head and was full of gratification. "Today, you are a real man."
"Is that so?"
Akazaki was stunned for a moment, bowed his head and smiled. He couldn't help but want to cry.
To be raised by Miss Yuriko, to be able to protect her for so long, to be recognized by her as a man.
That's great.
"You're so old, but you still like to cry." Luohe Yuriko sighed and waved her hand. "Can you come here? I don't have the strength. "
"Okay." Akazaki propped up his body with his arms and moved over little by little. He sat beside her, just like when he was a child.
Yuriko stroked his hair. "Are you afraid, Akazaki?"
"With you here, I'm not afraid." Akazaki smiled, shook his head, and whispered softly. "It's just that, I really want to drink beer again."
Once again, he recalled the smiling faces on the street that day, the laughter that echoed in the malt fragrance, and the happy expressions of those children jumping around.
With insignificant regret, he closed his eyes.
In the roar of the door, it was knocked open again. The slayers outside the door went straight in, but only saw the mother and son snuggling together.
Holding the sleeping child, Luohe Yuriko raised her head and stared at the intruders in front of her contemptuously.
She pressed the button in her hand.
In the violent explosion, the fire and light swallowed everything.
·
In a trance, she heard Satoko crying, and someone hugged her. When she came back to her senses, everything in front of her had become hell.
Everyone died, died in the hands of the crazy ghost, died in her own hands.
"Enough, Makoto, enough … Don't do this again, mother, mother, she is already dead."
The tearful girl hugged her back tightly, awakening the crazy evil spirit within her.
In the pool of blood, Makoto looked up blankly, seeing the messy corpses in front of her, and her own hands stained with blood.
Those people, all died.
Killed by herself.
No matter how much she screamed, how much she begged for mercy, it was useless. First a punch, then another punch, and the corpses under her feet turned into a pile of mud.
Regardless of the bullets on her body, she didn't seem to feel the pain, but for some reason, she couldn't restrain her tears and cried.
Makoto lowered her head and stared at the ferocious reflection of the ghost in the muddy pool of water.
Bones were exposed, dripping with blood.
That was herself.
But no matter what she did, Auntie Jiang would never come back again – the woman who took her in like that, the gentle mother who treated an outsider as her daughter, had died.
She knelt on the ground powerlessly, crying hoarsely.
It was a silent cry.
In the silence, the giant iron crow slowly folded its wings in front of her, its long beak gently stretched out, like a gentle palm, stroking her hair.
Then, in the burning glow, the familiar figure appeared, like a miracle.
It was a dream-like reunion, but Makoto found that she couldn't smile, couldn't reach out her hand like she imagined.
"Are you in pain, Makoto?"
Suko lowered her head and asked softly, "You seem to want to give up, I don't know how to comfort you."
"I don't know, Suko, no matter what, I don't understand …"
Shinichi sobbed weakly as she looked at her blood-stained hands. "Lady Sukiko … What should I do?"
"It's very simple, Makoto, you have to make a choice again – fall down, or continue moving forward."
The phantom in her memory squatted down, holding her cheeks with both hands, and wiped away her blood and tears, gently telling her, "You don't have to chase after other people's phantoms, you don't have to be like other people, Makoto. There's still someone standing behind you, she hasn't given up on you, so you can't give up on yourself. "
Being stared at by such a trusting gaze, Makoto couldn't help but cry, like a child who had finally found her home, crying loudly.
"Suko, I already … I don't want to see any friends die in front of me anymore!"
"Then stand up, Makoto, and fight your enemies."
The God that only belonged to her stroked her long hair, solemnly and seriously telling her, "I will bear witness to you, Makoto, that you haven't fallen down yet."
She said, "Your war has just begun."
Following her words, the last of her Divinity shone, turned into a glorious outline, and merged with the broken body.
It soothed the pain, healed the body, and finally merged with the soul.
This was a gift from Shao Si Ming, a miracle that belonged to her alone.
— — Celestial genealogy, Stigmata [Yin Spirit]!
Under the glow of the rising glow in the distance, the girl who had turned into a demon raised her head, wiped away her tears, and once again stared at the suffering world in front of her.
And the enemies that were slowly approaching from afar.
Iron Crow once again spread its wings, turned into a heavy burning axe, and fell into her hand.
Clenched tight.
"Don't be afraid, Tomoko"
Makoto slowly stood up, shielding the girl behind her.
She said, "I will protect you."
This time, I won't give up — —
The story that belonged to her and her had just begun!
Behind them, above the gloomy sky, a silver glow rose.
It was a flock of crows spreading their wings.
It was as if starlight had descended upon this gloomy world.
They flew past the shattered sky, the cracked earth, the ruins, illuminating the lips of the deceased, the peaceful smiles. Guiding the lost souls, soothing the tears of pain.
Finally, they landed in front of the helpless, once again lighting up the dim eyes.
Dispelling the darkness.
Tears will flow out, all pain will pass, despair will also be exhausted.
From the world of darkness, a flame was once again ignited.
In this hell, countless unwilling eyes opened, swallowing despair, crawling back up from the pain, roaring at the enemies in front of them.
They were still alive.
They were not dead yet.
Therefore, they had not given up yet!
Brilliant flames rose from the depths of hell.
"That's right, Huai Shi, that's right!"
In front of the projection of the Dragon Summoning Flute, Russell had already clenched his fists and widened his eyes.
"Don't worry, don't hesitate, don't be afraid. You are the destined hero, the successor of Heaven, and the agent of the last remnant of Utopia."
"You will never be a loner," he muttered softly.
He murmured softly as his eyes lit up with joy. "You are the sun of the future!"
No matter how deep the darkness was, a hero would stand in a place that was more glorious than anyone else, making people yearn for them.
"Do you see that, Isaac!"
He murmured feverishly, "Our sun has risen!"
The sun that belongs to us, the sun that belongs to the future!
Your era has already ushered in the prelude, Huai Shi.
Now, go and show them, hell, and the world that the light of Utopia has not been extinguished.
Utopia still exists in the world!
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