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There was a cracking sound in the sky.

As if the ceiling was wailing for years, rustling fell dust.

Junxiong walked blankly in the thick smoke and haze, staggering, and there seemed to be a voice in the distance. Someone was shouting. He opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn't make a sound, as if he had swallowed burning charcoal. When I opened my mouth, I felt the charcoal fire ignite in my throat.

He tried to fly with his feet, but he could no longer find a trace of the shouter.

Only half of the body buried in the rubble.

Aunt Uchiyama, Uncle Bando, Uncle Mochida, Yudai, Ayano, Kako, and Sata...Everyone is dead.

Maybe there is him, he is also dead, he has come into the world after death.

That's why I'm so lonely and sad.

But he just wants to find someone to talk to, even if there is a living person, even if someone tells him not to be afraid, he can continue to breathe, and there is a reason for his heart to keep beating.

In this way, passing by a mutilated body numbly, he staggered forward, stumbled, cried silently, and no one responded.

Until in the ruins, there was a hand that twitched hard.

Junxiong was stunned, and even thought he had hallucinations, but that hand was clearly twitching in pain, as if struggling in a nightmare.

Unspeakable ecstasy at that moment.

There are people, there are people alive!

Besides myself, there are people in this hell!

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am here to save you!"

Junxiong rushed forward and screamed hoarsely, imagining everything he would like others to say to him, and want to comfort him not to be afraid.

The child did his best to dig up the dirt in front of him, pushed away the dumped slate, panting, saw the dust-filled face, and froze in place.

"It's you……"

Junxiong knew that face.

Naked with paper.

The murderer who killed his cousin brought him all the unfortunate demons, the extreme way of doing all evil.

He is still alive.

But why?

Obviously everyone is dead, even Aunt Neishan...

Junxiong lowered his head stiffly, unable to understand or understand, but... it was difficult to restrain his anger.

When he recovered, he had already held a broken steel bar in his hand.

The immature expression gradually distorted.

"I blame you, I blame you... It's all your fault... Obviously everyone is dead... If my cousin is not dead, aunt, even to my aunt..."

This must be God's arrangement, right?

Junxiong's hands trembled, trying to press the sharp section against the man's throat, "I want... to kill you..."

However, the tears could not stop streaming down, drop by drop, falling on the back of the hand.

"me……"

He choked.

I want to avenge my cousin.

In this case, no matter how I can't say it.

It wasn't his fault, the cousin was the **** one, it wasn't his fault that it became like this here, he didn't do anything. Auntie is just bad luck...

I just want to hate, I just want to find someone to hate.

In this way, you can live, and you can live a little... with peace of mind.

But he did not have that courage.

The trembling palm could no longer hold the weapon. He knelt on the ground, covering his face, crying silently, almost out of breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The child choked and humbled his pleading: "Please don't die, please... no matter who it is, please help him..."

"Are you here, ask me for help, kid?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the blood-stained palm lifted up and pressed it to his hair.

"Don't be afraid."

The dying man opened his eyes and told him softly, "I will protect you."

Junxiong looked at him blankly, feeling that he saw a fool.

I didn't understand what he was thinking.

Maybe you are already crazy?

It doesn't matter anymore.

He shook his head numbly.

This world has long been abnormal. It doesn't matter if you are crazy or not. Anyway, everyone will eventually die...

In the silence, Huai Shi tried to prop up her body, but her broken left arm was unable to complete such a task, and she couldn't even raise it. Instead, it caused choking and suffocation in her lungs.

It was the broken ribs stuck in the lungs.

He leaned on the ruins, raised his head hard, gazing at the dark sky of hell, bathed in the rain of dust.

He could see that countless deaths were slowly rising, spreading, and disappearing.

Shao Si Ming screamed silently.

Huai Shi's eyes fell down.

I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

But they still have a chance...

All this can be restored.

"Boy, have you ever taken music lessons?"

He murmured, like a dream, "In school, everyone will gather together, follow the teacher, happily jump around, and go around the piano...

Sometimes it will be noisy, but sometimes everyone will be nice. Sitting on the chairs together, listening to the teacher's piano, singing loudly. When singing, everyone will smile happily.

That's when I am happiest...

Those melody is so beautiful, as if there is a soul, just listen to it when you are in pain, you can get comfort. They are my friends, and I hope they can be introduced to you one day. "

"So don't be afraid."

Huai Shi said softly: "You will not die here, you still have your own future."

You will worry about your studies and work hard for exams. Answer questions in class, or cheat quietly. Lie on the desk in a sleepy afternoon, watching the noise on the playground outside. Imagine which girl's hand to hold when the flowers bloom...

When running on the playground, sometimes there will be a thin drizzle in the sky.

Laughter and noise came from afar.

So soft, as if everything will melt in the warm sunshine.

Everything in the past, those bleak lives, busy studies, and painful struggles, now recalled, they are beautiful and dreamlike, peaceful and fulfilling.

You will have this future.

Every child should have such a future.

At that moment, light emerged from Huai Shi's hands.

The book of destiny in the soul unfolded, and chapters imprinted with miracles emerged, those mourning divinities were surging, and the gods in the shadows wept silently.

In front of him, Tong Ji's phantom reappeared, looking down.

"Have you decided, Huai Shi?" She asked, "Will you give up the transformation of the chief commander and sacrifice precious miracles for this purpose? This is limited to your miracles."

"If the miracle can only be limited to me, there is no meaning to it?" Huai Shi looked at her and laughed: "The essence of God's question is sharing. Isn't this what you taught me?"

"Give them a chance."

Huai Shi said, "You don't need to be like me."

Someone will lend a hand to them.

——There should be miracles in this world.

He smiled and closed his eyes.

In an instant, light and shadow reversed.

When the door of Burial Bone Sanctuary opened, the young man who was weeping in the shadow opened his eyes.

On the cracked ground and among the collapsed ruins, countless greenery sprouted from the ashes, and as the tide of crows spread, the mighty light of divine burning rose to the sky!

Light up hell!

Along with the disintegration of "Miracle Marking·Paper-Painting Element", the solemn and sacred breath emerged from the deepest part of the Bone Burial Sanctuary, and the quiet darkness rose, like the ocean, soft as mist, overflowing from it.

Pity and compassion from the gods run on this land.

The darkness that is completely different from **** spreads, spreads, spreads, bears the divine will, and runs in all directions until it swallows everything.

Envelop the entire inner circle of Tanba!

In the deepest part of the Bone Buried Sanctuary, Huai Shi lowered his head, stared at the cello in his hand, slowly raised his healed arm, and clenched the bow.

Thus, a sympathetic and quiet melody sounded from the deepest part of this dream.

It echoes in everyone's ears.

aria.

The G string whispers, making the gentle melody flow like spring water, hovering in the ears of every crying soul, turning it into a bridge, sending this blessing and favor from the gods equally into all pain .

No points to each other.

Under the guidance of the mighty crows, the miracle of the young commander runs on the earth, shed the light of redemption.

Staring at the suffering world through thousands of pairs of eyes, listening to the screams in **** through countless ears.

Huai Shi raised his eyes.

To empathize with the feelings of the overwhelming despair and pain, let them blend into your soul and stigma, and drown yourself.

In the trance, as if there was a phantom from the past, staring at his face, the voices from those memories echoed in his ears.

"Thank you, Mr. Huaizhi..."

On the bed, the dying man held his hand and said forcefully: "Everyone...please..."

In the sun, the young man with dyed blond hair smiled awkwardly: "It would be great if I could continue to school."

Qianye Ryuji mockedly overlooked: "You want to make them better, but are they really willing?"

"But even a mouse ship can save more people, right?"

Ueno in the driver's seat turned his head and smiled confidently, "It's not just me, all the people in the paper team believe this!"

If you are the boss, you can do it!

Huai Shi laughed helplessly.

Since when did the people around you have such huge expectations of yourself? It's as if I really did something amazing.

As if I can really become a hero who can turn the tide...

Then, please trust me...

Huai Shi closed her eyes and let her huge divinity and huge despair engulf herself. Just smile like this, without reservation, give all the power to everything in front of me.

At that moment, in the ivory tower, in Russell's arms, a sleeping black cat opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

And Russell was smiling, reaching out and stroking its hair: "Go, boy, your master needs you, it's time for you to appear."

He released his hand, letting the black cat in his arms break free, stepped onto the desk, stepped forward, dissipated in the void, and went to the place where the call came from.

The cat named War appeared under the sky of hell, with a brilliant light shining in amber eyes.

The law of war is in operation here, and the blessings from heaven are blessed among the **** masses, and the soaring crows’ high-pitched calls ushered in the ultimate transformation.

At this moment, one thousand seven hundred and fourteen ghosts descended in hell!

In the melody of self-compassion, the radiance of miracles descended from the sky and came to everyone, with the words of Shao Siming and the power of Shao Siming.

"I'm an amateur with paper."

"I am here on behalf of those who want to lend a helping hand, to save all this."

He said, "My name is Huaishi."

"Please, don't be afraid, I will be by your side, and the sun will rise again."

"Don't go to hell, don't give up."

"I promise, everything will change and we will have a future."

"Ours, the bright, the future."

future--

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"Come on, your opponent is me—"

Under the sky, amidst helpless crying and wailing, an angry roar burst out and Lu neighed.

The majestic knight roared, galloped, and rushed into the massacre array, cutting off the iron light in his hand, tearing and breaking the surging flames, and blocking the front of the already inhuman butchers.

The squally winds and heavy rains reversed and spread.

"Run away, old man." The knight said to the weak old policeman beside him without turning his head. "Run north, there are still people resisting."

The old man held the child in his arms tightly and nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, thank you."

He staggered to his feet and limped to the distance.

well.

Then there is only oneself and the enemy.

"Lu, let's do it again!"

Under the hideous visor, the young man grinned and squeezed the reins, so Ryoma screamed in excitement, his iron hoof hit the earth, and sparks shot from the ashes and rain.

The lonely knight roared forward, facing countless shadows that gathered.

But this time, a huge iron crow descended from the sky, flapping its wings vigorously, and following behind him.

"You want to be together?"

Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed, "Don't fall behind."

The cavalry stands out!

Long as a fire, light up the dark hell!

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"I am a shark man!!!"

Ueno roared with steel light all over, holding two machine guns in his hands, and firing forward: "Come on, come on, you bastards—"

Just in front of the open intersection, relying on the firepower of one person, he suppressed the opponent behind the ruins, unable to raise his head.

"Hey, Ueno, don't overdo it!"

Behind the battered SUV, the foot of the mountain roared angrily: "Be careful what to do if you accidentally hurt...Here, here, the elderly and children go first, don’t bring anything, don’t bring anything, you **** don’t Can you hear me?"

The rude Ji Dao flew a kick and kicked a guy who was not obedient at all out of the team, yelling at the shivering people, urging them to be faster and faster.

"Pass here, go forward, someone will pick you up, don't look back... Hurry up! Hurry up!"

I can't wait to push them one by one behind the narrow roadblocks, behind, on the road that is constantly illuminated by fire, the surging crowd staggers.

But in the chaos, when the mountain turned around, he found a familiar face, Ruotou of Jinchuan Hui, and a group of embarrassed fugitives behind them.

"On the ice? Why are you guys here!"

Yamashita was furious, his eyes widened: "Did you run away from Ochiai's house?!"

He shook his head on the ice, his burnt face twitched, and tears shed blood from his cracked eyes.

"Under the mountain, the Luo and Ochiai houses are gone..."

"What about Mrs. Ochiai? Where is Mr. Akasaki!" Yamashita gritted his teeth and punched him in the face with an annoyance: "Just the **** you ran out! Coward!"

"I want to stay, at the foot of the mountain, Mrs. Riko told us to come here with the woman and the child."

The only one remaining on the ice grabbed his hand and dared not fight back. He bowed his head and begged: "Please, Yamashita, let them go first. You can tell me anything."

"Damn, I want you to have a fart! You also get me in." The mountain pushed this guy over with a push and kick, and waved at the panicked refugees: "Hurry, hurry!"

In the distance, the roar of the explosion erupted.

Farther afield, there was a fire rising into the sky, illuminating the pale face under the mountain.

That is the direction of the Ochiai family...

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The noisy sounds outside the wall are getting closer.

In the empty hall, Ochiai Yuriko silently looked around at the depressed scene and smiled helplessly. After all, the family that took over from her husband could not escape the fate of destruction.

Only at this time could she tiredly prop up the box next to her, sat on the ground, and looked at the picture hanging next to her.

In the photo, the couple nestled under the shade of the tree with sweet smiles.

"Sorry, Azhong, I can't hold it anymore." Yuriko sighed, covering the wound on his abdomen: "The mess you left is too difficult to be human."

No one responded.

The gunshots were getting closer and closer, but then, there was a roar like a rabid dog, roar, and collision, and then the gunshot sounded again, and soon, he suffocated silently under the iron wrist.

Only the closed door was pushed open with difficulty.

A figure covered in blood staggered in, knelt on the ground, and saw Ochiai Yuriko, as if he was relieved and smiled comfortably.

Yuriko was stunned, "Akasaki, didn't he leave?"

"Already, can't walk..."

The bruised man propped up his body and shook his head slowly: "I am a running dog raised by Miss Lizi. Let me accompany you."

"What stupid thing to say, Akasaki." Ochiai Yuriko shook his head, full of relief: "Today you are a true man."

"Is that right?"

Akasaki was dazed for a moment, lowered his head and laughed, unable to help crying.

Able to be raised by Miss Riko, able to protect her for so long, and able to become a man recognized by her.

That's great.

"I'm still a crying ghost when I'm so big." Ochiai Yuriko sighed and waved: "Can you come here? I'm already out of strength."

"Okay." Akasaki's arms propped up, moved a little bit, and sat next to her, as if he was a child.

Yuriko stroked his hair. "Are you afraid, Akasaki."

"You are here, not afraid." Akasaki smiled, shook his head, and whispered softly: "It's just that I really want to drink beer again."

Once again, I recalled the smiling faces on the street that day, the laughter echoing in the fragrance of malt, and the happy expressions of those children jumping around.

With trivial regret, he closed his eyes.

The door was smashed open again amidst the roar, and the butchers outside the door drove straight in, but only saw the pair of mother and child cuddling.

Holding the sleeping child in his arms, Ochiai Yuriko raised his head and stared contemptuously at the interlopers in front of him.

Pressed the button in his hand.

In the violent explosion, the fire and light swallowed everything.

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In a trance, he heard Tomoko crying, and someone hugged him. When I came back to my senses, everything in front of me had become hell.

Everyone is dead, dead in a crazy ghost, dead in their own hands.

"Enough, Maki, enough...Don't do this anymore, mother she, mother she is dead."

The tearful girl hugged her back firmly and awakened the crazy evil spirit.

In the pool of blood, Maki looked up blankly and saw the mess of the corpse in front of him, as well as himself with his hands stained with blood.

All those people died.

Killed by myself.

No matter what kind of screaming or begging for mercy, I won't use it again. With a punch, then a punch, the corpse under his feet turned into a mass of mud.

Regardless of the bullet hit on the body, it seems that I can't feel the pain, but I don't know why, but I can't restrain the tears and cry.

Maki lowered her head and stared at the evil ghost's hideous reflection in the muddy water.

The bones were exposed, dripping with blood.

That is herself.

But no matter what she did, Aunt Omi would never come back again—the woman who took in her like that, the gentle mother who treated an outsider as a daughter, had already died.

She knelt on the ground feebly, hoarse and wailing.

Cry silently.

In the silence, the huge crow slowly folded its wings in front of her, and its long beak gently protruded, like a gentle palm, stroking her hair.

Thus, in the burning glow, the familiar figure emerged, like a miracle.

It was a dreamlike reunion, but Zhenxi found that she couldn't smile, and couldn't stretch out her hand like she imagined.

"Are you in pain, Maki?"

Miss Suzi 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, Miss Sozi, no matter what, I don't understand..."

Maki choked weakly and looked at her blood-stained hands: "Miss Sozi...what should I do?"

"It's very simple, Maki, you have to make another choice-just fall down, or move on."

The phantom in the memory knelt down, lifted her cheeks with both hands, wiped away the blood and tears for her, and gently told her: "You don't have to pursue other people's phantoms anymore. You don't have to be like other people, Maki. There are others standing. Behind you, she hasn't given up on you yet, so you can't give up on yourself."

Staring at that trustful gaze, Maki couldn't help crying, crying like a child who finally found home.

"Miss Suzi, I have...I don't want to see any friends die before my eyes anymore!"

"Then stand up, Maki, go and fight your enemy."

The **** who belonged only to her stroked her long hair, and solemnly and solemnly told him: "I will witness you, Maki, you have not fallen yet."

She said: "Your war has just begun."

Accompanied by her words, the final divinity glowed, turned into a brilliant outline, and merged into the broken body.

Healed the pain, healed the body, and finally became one with the soul.

This is a gift from the young man, a miracle that belongs to her alone.

——Heavenly Genealogy·Stigmata [Ghost]!

Under the shining light rising from afar, the girl turned into an evil spirit raised her head, wiped away her tears, and stared again at the suffering in front of her.

There are also enemies gradually coming from far away.

The raven spread its wings again, turning into a burning heavy axe blade, and fell into her hands.

Clenched.

"Don't be afraid, Tomoko."

Maki stood up slowly and stood in front of the girl behind him.

She said, "I will protect you."

This time, I won’t give up again——

The story that belongs to her and her has just begun!

Behind them, above the gloomy sky, a silver glow rose.

That is the soaring flock of crows.

It's like a little bit of starlight descending on this dim world.

They skimmed across the broken sky, the cracked ground, across the ruins, illuminating the corners of the dead old man's mouth with a peaceful smile. Guiding the confused soul, soothing tears of pain.

In the end, falling in front of the helpless, once again lightened those dim eyes.

Dispel the darkness.

Tears will flow away, all pain will pass, and despair will be exhausted.

From the dark world, a flame is ignited again.

In this hell, countless unwilling eyes opened, devouring desperation, rising from the pain, roaring at the enemy in front of them.

They are still alive.

Not dead yet.

So, haven't given up yet!

Bright flames rose from hell.

"Yes, Huai Shi, that's right!"

Before the projection of Dragon Flute, Russell had clenched his fists and opened his eyes.

"Don't worry, don't hesitate, don't fear-you are the hero of heaven, the heir of heaven, and the agent of the last remaining place of the Utopia."

"You will never be a lonely person~lightnovelpub.net~ He whispered softly, his eyes lit up with joy, "You are, the future sun! "

No matter how deep the darkness is, the hero will stand in a place that is more glorious than anyone else.

"See, Isaac!"

He murmured feverishly: "Our sun has risen!"

What belongs to us, belongs to the future... the sun!

Your age has ushered in a prelude, Huai Shi.

Now, to them, to hell, and to the world-the light of the Utopia has never been extinguished.

Utopia still exists in the world!

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