After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

Ranbu stopped Chuya's movements.

"what are you doing?!"

Zhong also looked at the distant lamp unwillingly.

"It's useless."

Luanbu's green eyes were as cold as a piece of clear moonlight, indifferent and empty.

Zhong also heard that his voice was also cold.

"We are only spectators, and only spectators."

How can they change the past that has happened...

It's just a sad person who can only usher in the predetermined ending and besieged by the joys and sorrows in it.

This story has come to an end.

The city lord and the nobles felt admiration for their selfless deeds of helping the city residents, and specially sent someone to invite them to the dinner three days later.

Facing the enthusiastic envoy, Quan showed regret and refused: "Sorry, I'm a little tired these days, so I won't disappoint everyone by going to such a lively place as the banquet."

Ancolod frowned: "Then I too..."

Seeing that he is also refusing, come to show a pleading expression, if the master's confession can't be done well, he will definitely be punished when he goes back.

Quan interrupted Ancolod: "Mr. Furukawa, go."

Hearing this, the man turned his expressionless face to Quan.

Quan was still full of smiles: "Sir, haven't you been looking forward to 'God's Blood' for a long time? There must be one at the banquet."

The envoy immediately persuaded him actively: "That's right! At the banquet, the city lord will bring out the long-preserved fine wine to share with everyone. It's a pity not to go!"

On the day of the banquet, Ankrod stared into Quan's eyes for a long time, until the person who led the way cautiously came to urge him, and then he asked, "You won't be overwhelmed, right?"

Quan looked back calmly, with a gentle smile like the sinking sunset: "Yes, I have already figured it out."

"I believe in you." These words seemed to be so heavy that the sky became dark.

Dark clouds are rolling in, and it seems that there will be no sun tomorrow.

Ancolod left.

Quan closed the door and came to the desk to write a letter.

The helpless murmur was hidden in the thunder that suddenly exploded in the sky.

"Feel sorry."

"My end...hope...it won't hurt too much."

The banquet was really lively, the nobles exchanged cups and talked and laughed.The fine wine in the altar was brought out, and the blood-red liquid flowed down the steps.

There is a thick mask between people, and everyone smiles hypocritically.

For some reason, the conversation suddenly turned to Ancolod, who seemed to be far away from the world, drinking alone.

So some compliments fell like flowers, but the people who were watching all the eyes felt that the petals all over their bodies were really boring, showing a dull expression.

The city lord didn't care about this, and eagerly stepped down from his high position to toast him.

The man squinted at the Lord City Lord who was walking in front of him, and suddenly a weird smile appeared on his face.

"I heard...the ancestors of the city lord of Baicheng had a relationship with the gods?"

The city owner only felt as if he was being targeted by some kind of large predator, and he was hairy all over his body, neither daring to admit it nor denying it.

The white-haired middle-aged man with red eyes bowed his waist, almost using humility to describe his posture.

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it. I don't know how many generations ago, how dare you call him a descendant of that lord?"

Ankolod sighed regretfully: "The so-called 'sacred blood' liquor, how can there be real divine blood?"

The smile on the city lord's face could hardly hold back, and he kept wiping his sweat nervously.The hand holding the golden cup trembled, as if what he was holding was not fine wine, but the blood flowing from his own body.

Fortunately, the man took the golden cup in boredom, swirled the scarlet wine inside, and didn't make things too difficult for the "poor" city lord.

Calculating that the time may have come, he got up and was about to leave to rescue his best friend who was probably under siege.

It's too late, the little panda should cry in fright.

Although scared to cry is also very easy to coax it.

The city lord and a group of nobles spoke out to persuade them to stay.

"There's one last dish that hasn't been served yet."

"It is the most tender part of the deer, a young and vigorous heart."

"The chef's craftsmanship is excellent, it's just a taste of a dish, it won't take long."

The chef who presented this dish lowered his head, almost lowering his head to the ground.

In the small white jade bowl as thin as a cicada's wings, several thin slices of tender meat floated in the dark red soup.Maybe it's because the lights are blurred, and it also adds a layer of light golden light to it.

Gently lift a piece of the most delicately carved silver chopsticks, and put it into the mouth under the nervous gaze of dozens of pairs of red eyes.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in unison, as if some burden had been lifted from their shoulders, with a relaxed and proud smile on their faces.

But silence spreads.

The candle flickered restlessly.In the darkness, something was released.

"You say—it's venison?"

The chef fell to the ground in horror, revealing a pair of red eyes.The white jade bowl shattered, and the scarlet soup soaked into the expensive carpet.The man's calm voice seemed to come from the abyss, with a bone-chilling chill.

The thunder suddenly exploded, the wind howled, and the heaven and the earth mourned.

The saint is dead.

The red liquid trickled down the steps, diluted by the rain into tiny streams.

The city lord's mansion was peaceful.

It was pouring down from the sky.Every household in Baicheng had their lights on at this time.

Everyone was given a bowl of scarlet soup.

There are content expressions on their faces, and psychedelic smiles in their red eyes.

Eternal life, eternal life.

Fascinating immortality.

The barely audible sound of footsteps passed by the door.

The drenched man pushed open the only door with no light.

The rain spread down his long hair and forehead, blurring the dark clouds.

There is only one letter on the table.

Dear Sir.

Really familiar handwriting, but why is there such a strong sadness?

The sound of opening envelopes sounded in the eerie silence of the house, and even the wind did not dare to disturb it.

[sorry.

Vientiane in the world is really beautiful, but it is a pity that I can no longer travel with my husband.

Quan is an evil sage, a person who is born guilty.It is a great fortune to meet Mr., and it is really a blessing to be able to accompany him for several years.

Spring has no regrets.

After this farewell, there will be no time to see each other again.

Mr. Wan Wang cherishes it. ]

This is a letter without any pauses in handwriting. It seems that the content of the pen has already been chewed and chewed thousands of times in the heart of the person who wrote the letter, and there is only a few words of farewell.

"pat-"

The rain slid down his chin, soaking the last few words.

like tears.

"Wanwang...Mr. Treasure."

The youth's figure appeared like a phantom in the blooming golden light, and turned into a warm and soft light, rushing into Ankorod's heart.

This is the saint's last wish before his death.

"Heh...hehe, hahaha...cough..."

The man frantically scratched his own throat, knelt on the ground and supported the table and kept retching, but spat out a few mouthfuls of blood in vain—it was because the action was too rough and his nails scratched his throat.

He lay quietly on the ground, breathing heavily like a wild animal.In the end, even this little movement disappeared.

The withered white hair was wet and scattered on the ground, as if dead.

The three ghost kittens were also squeezed into a corner by the terrible silence, and they didn't even dare to look at the expression of the person lying on the ground.

Only the sharp voices of the nobles lingered in my ears for a long time.

"You can't kill me, I already have eternal life!"

"You ate him too! You are our accomplice!!"

"The warriors who follow the saint never kill! You can't kill us!!"

Oda Sakunosuke held the guns tightly in his hands, and his trembling hands were filled with panic that he didn't know.

Is this... the result of not killing people?

Terrible, terrible.

"Ah……"

A hoarse and desolate laugh was squeezed out of the injured throat with difficulty.

It never occurred to Ancolod that it was his own practice of not killing people that allowed these evil spirits to learn the courage to eat people.

He lifted his sword, and like a vengeful phantom crawled out of hell, he came to the street.

The heavy rain is like a sacrifice, and everyone with red eyes is a murderer.

Men, women, old people, children.

He looked for them one by one, and asked questions without discrimination.

is it you?

Is that you?

As long as one person denies it, he will definitely stop swinging the butcher knife.

However, blood spattered all over his body and face.

The death of a saint.

Who can lie?

Who dares to lie?

The terrified, red-eyed people tried to resist, and they joined forces, but all attacks were blocked by the golden light.

They tried to escape, but found that an enchantment had been set up outside the city gate at some point.

Ah, no, they know.

It was an enchantment specially set up for the saint, in order to prevent that kind and benevolent man from running away.

Until the sun rises and the first ray of sunlight hits the barrier, the people inside can leave here.

Now it has become the biggest obstacle blocking their way of life.

People cursed frantically and issued vicious curses.

The blood of the severed head flowed into the street along the rain.

People knelt down and begged, crying and crying.

In the dark night, red cannot be seen clearly.

Lead gray eyes see everything clearly.

What day is this?he does not know.

All he knew was that the sun hadn't risen once these days.

No living person can escape from here.

Heavy rain ah, has been under.Bring red to more places and dye Baicheng red.

The corpses were all over the field, and the blood flowed into rivers.

What does this describe?

When the first ray of sunlight pierced the cloud and broke the barrier, the face of Ankrod was reflected on the scarlet water.

Those leaden eyes were also red.

It was covered with red blood, and there was a bit of madness.

The sins of this world are too heavy, how can one person bear them?

So, leave it to me.

I am good.

I come to cleanse the sin.

Soon the world will take care of you.

Twisted pure white runes rose behind his back.

Once the massacre of Baicheng was discovered, it caused an uproar.

Ancolod was hunted down as a matter of course.

Yushen Pagoda launched a reward, calling all the night watchmen to encircle and suppress the good saint who "has defected, refused to perform his duties, and committed heinous crimes".

——Give up your life quickly, we can no longer bear it.

In the darkness, the whispers of evil spirits came out again.

However, no one was able to break through the protection left by Quan.

This massive siege ended like a joke.

Ancolod only remembered that he had killed many people, but he seemed inhuman, as if he had returned to the White City back in the day.

He always felt that this world was too sad, his friends were gone, but he was firmly pulled in place by some blessing or curse.

Can't die.

The good sage never died and could not be sacrificed, and the order of the whole world began to collapse as rumored.

According to legends, more and more monsters were born, and they became more and more powerful.They make waves and kill people wantonly.

Gradually, some people discovered in astonishment that some of the monsters born from it were actually their "acquaintances".

Those who were ruined by jealousy, rumors, and violence crawled back from hell to avenge them.

This world is destroyed.

The sky was the first to fall, followed by the earth.

The sea water poured down, and the sky fire fell.The wind raged day and night.

The rune representing "goodness" twisted and emitted pure white light.Everything was engulfed by thick, turbulent gray mist.

Turned into nothingness.