After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

After confirming that Yucheng was fine, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

And Ranbu and others who were chasing the drama in the illusion also came to a small town as the scene changed.Ankolod and Izumi, who changed their identities again, set off river lanterns in the town.

"It seems that there are such customs everywhere. Write your wishes or troubles into the lamp, and the river god will realize your wish and take away your troubles when you see it."

Izumi sighed, and turned to look at the people next to him: "Where is Mr. Sakamoto? Do you have any wishes to come true, or worries about being taken away?"

Ancolod shrugged: "None. Instead of relying on this illusory legend, it's better to look forward to someone buying me a drink today."

The bright lights and the gentle moonlight fell on him, even the unruly smile on his lips was shining.

What a handsome person, like a free wind, no one can restrain him in this world.

Quan also laughed and said, "Then Mr. Sakamoto's wish will come true soon."

He was talking about writing something on the lamp, and Ankolod simply threw the pen away, leaned his head to look at what he wrote, and said, "What? Could it be that you want to make a wish to the river god and someone will come and invite me to drink ?"

There are no wishes written on the river lantern, only a little yellow chicken is drawn.

Quan tapped his forehead with a pen, and smiled with a drawn out voice, "No! It's me! It's me who wants to buy Mr. Sakamoto a drink!"

So after dusk, under the faint lights, the two walked side by side to the tavern.

The lamp with the picture of the little yellow chicken gradually drifted away, and the voice of the conversation came indistinctly.

"Speaking of which, Quan, why did you draw a little yellow chicken on the lamp?"

"Sakamoto-san is really too much, I clearly painted a golden sculpture!!"

"But there is only one, Xiao Huang...cough, won't the golden eagle be too lonely?"

"It's all because Mr. Sakamoto is in a hurry to drink, the other one is going to drink!"

Luanbu turned his head to look, and at some point, the lamp with the little yellow chicken painted on it was wet by the river water and sank to the bottom of the river.

Everything that follows seems to be fast-forwarded, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the sunset by the sea, and the lonely moon in Songshan Mountain.

The two drank spirits in the boundless desert, visited ruins on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and sang loudly in the vast grassland.

There is no place in this world that they can't go to. Dangerous peaks and cliffs, deep seabed, they have already seen countless magnificent wonders.

Ancolod changed dozens of identities, and gradually grew into the Mr. Jin they were familiar with.

They have walked along the way, supported each other, and have not changed.

And agreed to return to the mountains and forests.

All of this is so beautiful, even Zhong, who was faintly worried because of Ranpo's words, is relieved - he will die or something, maybe it's just a prank by Ranpo.

Bewildered by this beauty, he deliberately let go of doubts.

Stepping and jumping around: "Damn! Don't be fooled by the sugar coating on the outside of the sugar-coated cannonball, little orange cat!!"

Zhong also rolled his eyes at him: "Sweets freaks are not qualified to say that."

However, a change soon came.

Floods in the south, severe drought in the north, locust plagues spread in the central capital, and the dragons in the capital of the gods turned their backs.

It seems that God turned his face overnight, people were devastated, bones were everywhere, wild souls were crying, and 3000 million people died in the blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, the rumors of divine punishment coming and wishing for saints to sacrifice were all over the place.

Izumi sank visibly with the naked eye.

"Avoid natural disasters, don't put all the faults on yourself."

Ankrod Comfort Fountain.But this time, the little panda shook his head.

"Actually... I had some perception in advance."

He looked up, something crumbled in his eyes.

"But I didn't take it seriously...I'm an evil saint...it's a crime. If I had been killed earlier, these disasters wouldn't have happened...These 3000 million people—"I killed them all!

"enough!"

Ancolode's face suddenly darkened, interrupting Quan's remorse.

He grabbed the young man with red eyes and pulled him to the window.

There was chaos in the streets due to natural disasters everywhere.All kinds of rats poked their heads out of the shadows.

Stealing, robbing, bullying, begging and wailing, all living beings are in various states of chaos.

"this is not your fault."

There was a deep violence hidden between the man's brows, as if he was suppressing something.His eyes, which were more gloomy than the sky outside the window, scanned the people on the street coldly, watching the sorrow and joy of life with cold eyes.

Quan heard the other party's cold voice: "selfish, vicious, ignorant, and vulnerable."

"Keep your eyes open and take a good look, they are not innocent."

Following the words of the other party, his perception seemed to be magnified countless times.

The people on this street, the people in this town, the people in the city far away...many, many people, people in the whole world.

They are cursing.

He kept issuing vicious curses all the time, resenting why the saints didn't sacrifice themselves early, so that they would suffer such unreasonable disasters.

Resent why he didn't die sooner.

Quan was stunned.

Those words of resentment and curse seemed no longer human language, but turned into the roar of a monster, swimming toward him in the form of a poisonous snake.

Like a sharp weapon piercing his mind, the young man whose sanity was already at risk almost went mad.

what is that?Is that the person he is protecting?

What is he protecting...

—The cold snakes entangled his soul.

So scary... so cold.

——The blood basin opened its mouth wide, and its sharp fangs injected venom.

it hurts...

It hurts! !

Warm hands touched his face, the pain seemed to be blurred: "This world has been distorted."

The man's indifferent eyes seemed to have seen through everything, calm and reassuring.

"A rule that relies on sacrificing the lives of others to extend oneself should not exist at all."

Under the strange sense of security, Quan had a splitting headache, and a small voice sounded in his heart, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, bewitching him to agree with the other party's words.

"Leave those people alone."

He got so cold and cold.

"It's not worth it."

Yeah, not worth it...

"Mr. Sakamoto..." Izumi stared blankly at the eyes of leaden gray clouds.

He too had become a poisonous snake.