She walked out of the steel gate of the base.
Han Li turned around and stared at it for a long time.
Then, she strode forward resolutely.
This time...
She would either bring back hope.
Or she would never return!
With such determination, Han Li disappeared into the boundless darkness of the night without looking back.
An hour later, Han Li returned to the place where she had been.
Looking at the dilapidated street in front of her, Han Li took a deep breath and took out the flashlight from her bosom. She held it carefully.
After praying to the Gods and Buddhas in her heart, Han Li closed her eyes and gently turned on the flashlight.
The electric light shone out and landed on the dark and dilapidated street.
The fog gradually rose.
When Han Li opened her eyes, she saw that the dilapidated street in front of her had disappeared.
The thick fog shrouded the world in front of her.
She finally let go of the worry in her heart and gritted her teeth. Then, she resolutely stepped in.
As soon as she stepped into the fog, the murmurs in Han Li's ears disappeared completely.
In the depths of the fog, a lamp flickered like the morning star in the sky, swaying in the thick fog that one couldn't see their fingers.
Han Li looked at it and finally smiled.
She strode over.
… …
Ling Ping'an reluctantly copied the chapter that he had just finished to the publishing bar and clicked upload.
Looking at the 'published' displayed on the page, he finally sighed, "Another book is finished!"
He had written this book for a year and four months, and it was finally time to end.
After feeling melancholy enough, he began to think.
What should he write for the next book?
Ling Ping'an scratched his head and fell into deep thought.
"Why don't I go to the group and ask for the opinions of the big shots?"
With this thought in mind, he picked up his phone, swiped the screen, and entered a group that he had added for a long time.
He thought for a moment and typed in the chat box: Big shots, I want to ask if there is any way to make the new books of the flops as popular as the big shots?
After a short silence, someone finally began to answer.
Qi Pei Jia: Big shots, I want to ask if there is any way to make the new books of the flops as popular as the big shots?
Then, he began to copy and paste the IDs one by one.
Eagle Eating Chicken: "Dear bosses, I would like to ask if there is any way to make my lousy new book as popular as all of you?"
July's New Post: "Dear bosses, I would like to ask if there is any way to make my new book as popular as all of you?"
Xinfeng: "Dear bosses, I would like to ask if there is any way to make my lousy new book as popular as all of you?"
…
More than a dozen IDs lined up to be copied.
In the end, the topic was ended by one person.
The person with the ID "I'm So Ugly to the Depths of My Soul" typed: "When I was seven, I caught a cicada and thought I had caught the entire summer. When I was seventeen, I kissed her face and thought I could be with her forever. When I was twenty-seven, I met her again and thought I could continue our relationship, but she told me to pay 800 yuan for the night …"
Hence, the style of the authors' group changed again.
Countless people frantically copied the text, forming a long line.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and fell silent.
At this moment, footsteps could be heard outside the door.
A figure appeared at the door.
Ling Ping'an raised his head and looked over. He saw the girl from a few nights ago standing at the door.
Ling Ping'an hurriedly put down his phone and stood up uneasily.
That was because the bag of leaves that the girl had mortgaged here last time had been soaked by him in the past few days.
What if someone came to redeem it with money but he couldn't hand it over? Wouldn't that be very awkward?
After thinking for a while, Ling Ping'an forced himself to be calm. In fact, he said with a little guilt, "You're here!"
…..
Han Li stood at the door and looked inside.
That strange man was sitting inside the old wooden counter.
The fire in his eyes was like the sun of a star, dragging out a long tail.
He seemed to have expected it. He raised his head and looked at her. He said softly, "You're here!"
This voice seemed gentle, but when it fell into Han Li's ears, it was incomparably grand, making her involuntarily tremble, revere, and fear.
It was as if her life and death were completely tied to the other party's thoughts.
This feeling made Han Li involuntarily recall the scene when she was young when she caught cicadas with her friends in the summer of the safe base.
The small cicadas chirped foolishly.
However, they did not know that they had attracted the attention of young children.
Thus, they were caught one by one and put into wooden jars.
Some people wanted to watch the cicadas fight for fun.
Some people wanted to explore the survival ability and limits of the cicadas, so they dissected them, threw them into boiling water, and put them on the bonfire.
Some people even wanted to taste the cicadas and threw them into the pot of oil.
All of this had nothing to do with good or evil, and there was no clear purpose.
It was just a game for children to kill time on a summer night.
Now …
Han Li looked at the strange man behind the counter.
His head was still shrouded in fog. Only the Flowing Fire in his eye sockets flickered between bright and dark.
Han Li understood.
"Perhaps, in his eyes, I am no different from the cicadas under the tree on a summer night..."
"Ignorance and stupidity have caused me to barge into this fog …"
"Just like the chirping of the cicadas on a summer night..."
"Fortunately, he is not a child!"
If he was still in his childhood state and met him in this fog.
Han Li knew that her fate would not be better than that of the cicadas under the tree.
As soon as she thought of this, Han Li corrected her attitude.
She bowed deeply and replied in an extremely humble tone, "Sir, I have taken the liberty to disturb you again. Please forgive me!"
If it was another person, they might have immediately knelt down and begged in the most humble tone.
However, Han Li was a demon hunter born after the Great Catastrophe.
Demon hunters had their own pride.
Her adoptive father and minister Wang, who had educated her as she grew up.
They had instilled a principle in Han Li.
Humans would rather die standing!
They would never live on their knees!
Even gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas could not think of depriving and distorting the freedom and will of humans!
… …
Ling Ping'an looked at the girl at the door and suddenly bowed deeply. He said very politely, "Sir, I have taken the liberty to disturb you again. Please forgive me!"
He immediately knew what was going on.
"It seems that it is just as I imagined. This girl was probably born in a scholarly family in the empire, and it is a very conservative family!"
"This kind of etiquette and posture is enough to explain the problem!"
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an laughed, "Come in quickly!"
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