honor me as god
Chapter 953
Chapter 953
(Thanks to Mu Miao's leader!)
(Six in one big chapter, the next six days will be updated together, and the next update will be on the 16th)
【Arrogance has grown to a critical point】
[Final hunting, open]
[Rule: None]
[All reincarnation restrictions are no longer valid]
[Countdown to start the invasion: 72 hours (12960 hours local time in Pride World)]
[During the waiting period, the missing plane opens]
[Missing Plane: Created based on your memories of previous lives, but there is no trace of your own existence.Every reincarnation has a unique plane of missing, without interfering with each other]
[Reincarnated people can enter the plane of missing and recall everything they think about]
After being taken away from the street by that person, the little boy had a home, but it was different from what he imagined, it was a dark world.
He was sent to a warehouse, where "raw materials" collected from all over the world were gathered, and they were kept in captivity like livestock. Those who passed the parameters would be selected for further "carving", and those who were unqualified would be "destroyed". ".
Raw materials have a very high loss rate here, and the mechanized process is repeated every day, undergoing various carvings. If anyone can't bear it, his figure will disappear at night, just like the world evaporates.
The little boy was still self-aware when he first arrived here, occasionally talking and laughing with other ingredients.
But as time went by, seeing the familiar figures around him disappear one by one, the originally slightly crowded space suddenly became wide and even empty, his brain gradually became numb, and everything went on like a dream.
After waking up from the dream, the little boy found that there were only a few people around him, and what they had in common was that the "parameters" were high enough.
Just when the little boy thought he was about to be freed, he was transferred from the old warehouse to the new warehouse, and dense numbers of strange faces appeared around him again, as if he had returned to the earliest time.
The only difference is that the parameters of these gathered raw materials are all very high, and the outstanding ones who once stood out are back to the same starting line here.
The little boy suddenly realized that he had just gone from one hell to a deeper hell. This is a reincarnation with no end in sight.
The intensity of carving quickly escalated. In order to deprive him of his normal emotions and make him cold-blooded and numb, the whipman kept forcing him to kill.
At the very beginning, the whipman told him to kill the cat.
The whipman caught a litter of wild cats and asked him to beat the kittens to death one by one in front of the mother cat. The screams of the kittens and the mother cat's wailing still echoed in his mind.
Later, the whip holder told him to kill the dog.
The whipman gave him a cute puppy and let him live with it for a year, and when he developed feelings, he was forced to beat it to death with a hammer.
The little boy will never forget the look in his dying eyes, puzzled, terrified, helpless, and streaming tears. It was the first time he knew that dogs could cry.
Finally, the whipman let him kill.
I don't know when, the living materials in the warehouse are strictly restricted, so as to force the raw materials to compete and kill each other.
In the face of thirst and hunger, the raw materials gradually no longer regard themselves or their companions as human beings. They can beat their heads to the ground for a sip of clean water, share bread for one less person, and take a knife to kill the people around them in the middle of the night. stabbed to death.
The little boy couldn't remember how many people tried to kill him, nor how many people he had killed to survive, from the initial fear and trembling to getting used to it all.
In this cruel and crazy environment, he was cultivated into a vicious ghost.
The long years have passed, and the carving has finally come to an end. The raw materials have finally been carved into qualified processors.
At this time, the little boy has grown up. He is standing in front of a cold stage, and the figure who dragged him into hell with his own hands is right in front of him. Just like the first time he met when he was a child, the years have not left that person's face. any trace.
"The pill in front of you contains a high concentration of cyanide, which kills when swallowed, without pain."
"I can't guarantee what will happen to you after you die, maybe you just die like this, maybe you will experience the same thing as me."
"If you die and find yourself waking up again, then there is only one task: become stronger and try to live until the day you meet me, until you die on the way to become stronger, or I need you to die."
The figure raised his hand, and the cold voice was more ferocious than a devil: "Take the medicine."
The well-crafted processors have long lost themselves, have no fear of death, and no lingering on life. They are like machines, executing every instruction input into their minds indiscriminately.
However, in the face of death, the experience along the way suddenly appeared in the mind of the grown-up boy.
Once upon a time, he was also a timid and crying child. Because he had no parents since he was a child, he lived on the street, picked up garbage, and stole things. He dreamed that one day he could get rid of this life and live like a person.
Until I met this person in front of me, I thought it was the beginning of getting out of the quagmire, but I was suddenly thrown into hell, hurting people, killing people, and sinking in the darkness.
His life can be summed up in four sentences.
A person comes into this world.
Growing up alone.
Alone alive.
A person is forced to die.
This is his life.
A life that is not your own from birth to death.
When he swallowed the poison, for some reason, it was clearly filled with high-concentration cyanide, and there was really no pain, but the moment before he lost consciousness, he felt an unstoppable desire to vomit rolling in his body.
It was a hatred of fate.
"Boom!" There was a sudden violent blasting sound, and the entire door of the processing warehouse exploded open. The wreckage was expanding and radiating. Obviously, it was hit by some kind of huge force, but there was no fire and gunpowder smoke, which was not caused by explosives.
"Hey~ Fortunately, I held back my strength and almost turned the entire warehouse into ashes with one punch." Amidst the dust, Xiahou walked in from the outside dragging a machete.
Xia Hou patted off the ashes on his body, looked at the sluggish processors in the warehouse, and said in a lazy tone with some jokes: "Good evening, whoever of you can help me tell Kino, just say that the little ones he picked up home The dogs came back for him."
Soon a processor came to his senses, quietly approaching Xiahou from the dark, and suddenly jumped up, stabbing his dagger at the side of his neck.
"Dang!" The blade made a crisp sound when it touched the human body, and the dagger snapped, leaving only scorching sparks on the surface of the body.
The processor's mind went blank, he couldn't understand why human skin was as hard as steel.
Xiahou shook his head: "If you act rashly without judging the strength of the enemy clearly, you are an unqualified raw material. Let me destroy you, it's better than him destroying you with his own hands."
Before the processor recovered from the shock, his life was over.
With a light wave of Xia Hou's hand, the machete directly crushed the processor, and a large amount of blood splashed wildly in the air.
Immediately afterwards, Xiahou rushed into the crowd. He was like a tiger plunging into a flock of sheep, slaughtering wantonly with one knife, and the sound of flesh and blood being separated echoed in the warehouse. Indiscriminately turned into corpses on the ground.
On the top of the warehouse, the surveillance camera recorded everything that happened and projected it on the multi-screen in the monitoring room.
Several whip holders were gathering here, and when they saw Xiahou raging in the warehouse, they all changed color.
Even though these whip holders had carved countless raw materials to the limit of human beings, they still couldn't understand what kind of power flowed from this uninvited guest.
Not long after, there were no living people around Xiahou. He dragged his bloody long knife slowly to the depths, hunting towards the final target.
Before the whip holders in the monitoring room had time to evacuate, they suddenly heard the harsh sound of metal tearing.
I saw a big hand piercing through the half-meter-thick metal door, tearing open the door like paper, and walking in slowly.
The whip bearers were so astonished that they were sweating coldly. At the end of the road, they could only turn their eyes to the person standing at the top of the processor behind him, the living legend, the smiling devil.
Xiahou also followed the gaze of the whip holders, put the knife on his shoulder, and said hello lazily: "Yo, long time no see, Kino."
Confusion appeared in the eyes of the smiling devil. He searched his memory, but he didn't find where he had seen this person before, and he didn't understand why the other person knew him.
All he could do was pull out the dagger at his waist with his backhand and enter a fighting stance.
The mutation happened at this moment.
Xiahou's body turned into an afterimage that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and rushed forward like lightning, tearing the distance between the two in just an instant, and his speed far exceeded the limit that humans can achieve.
Even the fighting spirit standing at the top of the processor is extremely inferior at this speed.
"Ding!" The long knife in Xiahou's hand pierced through the demon's head precisely, nailing him to the wall.
All of this happened in a blink of an eye, so fast that the smiling demon didn't even respond subconsciously, not to mention accepting the move, and still maintained his original fighting posture. It took a few seconds for the body to sense the death of the brain, and fell to the ground trembling irregularly , and finally there was no movement at all.
"Bah!" Xiahou stepped on the corpse, spat on his face, and said coldly, "Thank you for so many years of 'cultivation', bastard."
Children are young flower clusters, but not every flower can be cultivated.
For most children, their childhood is the warm sunshine in spring, the cool and refreshing popsicles in summer, the dancing leaves in autumn, and the warm embrace of their parents in the cold winter.
And for the children in the Morning Star Orphanage, their childhood only saw the bullying and abuse of hope when they didn't know when.
The Venus Orphanage is an extremely dark place. On the surface, it is a social welfare institution, but in fact it has been abusing the orphans adopted here. They do not have enough food and clothing, and they are often supervised and punished.
The supervision methods here are very vicious. If any child is disobedient, the supervisor will beat them to pieces with a whip, deny them food, drink, or medicine, and then throw them into a narrow iron cage.
Many children are left with endless beatings in their childhood. If they are disobedient, they will be beaten, if the quilt is not folded properly, if the tooth cup is not set properly, if there are some bread crumbs dropped on the table, they will be beaten.
Supervision will use any reason to abuse them, the purpose is to make them live in fear, only fear can make them numb and become puppets at the mercy of others.
After these children are "tamed", regardless of gender, as long as they are attracted by customers, they will be sent to "play" with them.
In the day-to-day pain, the children here will have sleep disorders, toss and turn in bed unable to fall asleep, scream in the middle of the night and wake up from nightmares, and their once clear eyes will gradually become hollow.
In this cold and hopeless hell, every year there are children who commit suicide every year, and a few of them succeed and get rid of these pains forever. Most of them are discovered by the supervision and rescued in time. They are tortured even more cruelly and live in darkness. .
There is a little girl in the Venus Orphanage, she grew up here as long as she can remember, she often wonders where her parents are, why they abandoned her, why she was thrown into this hell.
The little girl's room is small and damp, and there is only room for a bunk bed in a few square meters, and there is a toilet next to the bed. If you can't smell it, no matter how long you smell the rancid smell, your sense of smell will gradually adapt and become numb.
Childish cries kept coming from outside the iron gate. The little girl curled up in the bed, wrapped the quilt tightly and covered her ears, but she couldn't stop the miserable cries from coming into her ears one after another.
Why was that child beaten?she does not know
But she can imagine how painful that child is now, because she has also been punished by supervision.
Once, because she missed her parents she had never met at night, she hid in the quilt and cried secretly. The sobbing sound was accidentally heard by the passing supervisor, who greeted her with a severe beating.
The miserable howling sound kept echoing under the night, and the trees outside the window were like the withered hands of a devil, opening their teeth and claws under the blowing of the wind, as if they were going to reach in through the window to catch her.
Gradually, footsteps sounded, very lightly, but getting closer, and she saw that the light coming in from the bottom of the door was covered by shadows, and the last ray of light disappeared.
"Crack." The sound of the iron door opening came.
The sudden light hurt her eyes, she curled up in the quilt in fear, the unspeakable coldness spread to her limbs, her hands and feet were numb, and she hugged the pillow in her arms helplessly.
Her quilt was lifted little by little, and the supervisor looked down at her, half of his face was immersed in the darkness, and half of his face was illuminated by the lights in the corridor. He grinned and showed his white teeth, smiling strangely.
Fear, helplessness, and pressure gathered in her heart to form a wall. Her body felt cold and hot, and her hair stood on end, as if a deformed monster opened its mouth like a black hole, trying to swallow her.
Are you going to be punished again?Why.
Oh.
I remembered
She forgot to lick off the soup stains in the bowl after eating today
Today's Venus Orphanage is as usual. In the torture room used to punish children, several supervisors are standing. The leader is holding a blood-stained whip. There are two children in front of him, a boy and a girl.
The boy was kept in an iron cage called a "squat cage," a recent invention of the dean.
This kind of cage is very narrow, and it is impossible to stand up straight or sit down when locked in. The punished must keep their knees bent all the time and maintain a half-squat position.
Don't think that it is enough to relax and paralyze, you will only face more painful torture, because the supervisor will wrap the lifting device with a sponge in advance to jam the victim's head and neck.
If the squatting posture is not maintained with force, the pressure of the whole body will be concentrated on the head and neck, making it impossible to breathe.
Most children will cry when they are put in a squatting cage for half an hour, but the minimum punishment time for squatting in a cage is 12 hours according to regulations.
Why should boys be punished like this?Because he committed the biggest taboo in the orphanage-running away.
It's fine to run by himself, he also tried to help his companions escape together.
The punishment the dean asked the supervisor to make was also very simple. Put the boy in a cage, and then beat the companion he wanted to protect severely in front of him.
At this time, a girl fell on the floor of the torture room, and he was the companion the boy wanted to protect.
The girl's body was densely covered with welts, and the whipping was so severe that all the flesh was turned out, and the blood was gurgling, which was horrible.
What was even more shocking was that there was an obvious whip mark on the girl's neck, and the whip directly ruptured the aorta in the neck, and she fell in a pool of blood without moving.
The boy in the cage stared blankly at the girl's body, his empty eyes were filled with tears, which kept falling, as if he couldn't even feel the suffocation caused by the cage.
A supervisor kicked the girl in a pool of blood, frowned and said, "Boss, I'm out of breath."
"Damn it. I'm going to be deducted now." The leader's first thought was not a life being lost under the whip, but his own salary that would shrink this month.
It doesn't matter to punish the dead, the dean will cover you, but if you mess up their goods, you still have to pay, and it's quite expensive.
The leader became more and more angry, and whipped the girl's body like venting, leaving bloodstains: "Damn little bastard!"
The girl is lucky because she doesn't feel pain anymore and never will
"Dirty?" A faint voice came from the dark place without any warning. The voice was nice, but very cold, like a cold winter wind, piercing to the bones.
The faces of the supervisors changed, and they looked towards the place where the voice came from.
Unknowingly, a slender figure appeared in the torture room. She had cherry red waist-length hair and her eyes were emotionless.
It is a kind of indifference to life, a kind of indifference that can only be experienced after countless lives and deaths.
The Venus Orphanage is strictly closed, and the supervisors can recognize everyone here, and they are sure that this is not their own.
Several supervisors rushed over to block the only entrance and exit of the torture room, and the leader asked the uninvited guest in a cold voice: "Who are you? How did you get in?"
The leader suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, Kari Sakura's beautiful little face appeared in front of him at some point, and his indifferent eyes reflected a cold light under the dim light.
"Don't your hands feel dirty?"
The speed of this instant approach was completely beyond cognition, but the leader was indeed the most powerful in the supervision, and suddenly entered the fighting state after a brief absence, or had no time to think about it at all, and whipped towards Kara Sakura.
The whip was not very powerful in close combat, but the leader didn't want to retreat Karakura, only to see the whip slammed towards her neck and entangled rapidly.
Immediately afterwards, the leader withdrew his hand abruptly, and the whip directly tightened Kara Ying's throat, controlling this vital part of the human body.
However, Kari Sakura's face and eyes did not change at all, allowing the whip wrapped around her neck to continue to tighten, and even her voice did not change: "No, you will not feel dirty. Because you are from the inside to the outside, even the blood flowing in your bones Blood is dirty."
Before the leader had time to further control Kara Sakura, he suddenly felt the whip in his hand tighten, and the whole person was pulled along the whip.
"Boom!" Kari Sakura's right leg turned into an afterimage, and her knee hit the leader's abdomen like a heavy cannon. The huge force directly shattered the internal organs, and the spine broke inch by inch.
When the leader fell to the ground, his eyeballs had almost protruded from their sockets, his mouth was wide open, blood gushed out, and he became silent amidst constant twitching.
Although these supervision methods are cruel, and they even killed children with their own hands like the leader, they are not professional killers after all. When death suddenly comes in front of them, fear instantly tears their hearts.
The oppressive sense of death made the supervisors almost suffocate, they fled to the exit like crazy, but the figure of Kari Sakura came to the front like a ghost.
Kari Sakura walked to the door and slowly closed the latch. She turned her head to look at the supervisors, with a faint cold light in her eyes.
The massacre ended soon. The entire Venus Orphanage, from top to bottom, from the highest dean to the bottom cleaner, from the actual controller to the silent accomplice, all died in this dark night. Only innocent children survived.
After the gate of the orphanage was opened, these children fled to the vast world outside, and what greeted them was an unknown but brand new life.
Among so many people, only the boy in the execution room who witnessed the death of his companion did not leave, sitting at the door in a daze.
When Sakura walked out holding the girl's body, the boy looked at her with tears in his eyes, asking for help: "Sister, did I kill her?"
Kari Sakura didn't answer this question, she looked up at the dead and dark night, and whispered quietly, as if she was telling the boy, but also as if she was speaking to herself.
"Live and be strong."
It is not enough to be strong to survive.
The young man looked out the window, the sky was full of haze, the gray tones diluted all the colors of the city, and the drizzle dripping from the clouds made the distant scenery blurred.
This is a ward, very deserted, even if the heating is running, even if the TV is broadcasting skits with laughter and laughter, the place is still bitingly cold, just like the heart of a young man.
The young man has no hair, looks haggard, his face is sickly pale, his lips are peeled and bloodless due to lack of water, and every detail of his face shows that he is a patient suffering from chemotherapy.
The door of the ward opened, and a middle-aged couple walked in from the outside. They were not very old, but they were full of weather-beaten aging.
The middle-aged woman walked up to the young man, handed over the plastic bag in her hand, and said softly, "Son, you are hungry, come and have breakfast."
The young man took the plastic bag, and his mother made a very simple breakfast, two eggs and a rice ball, but it was just such a small amount of food, he couldn’t take it anymore after two bites, the sequelae of chemotherapy rolled in his body, making him unable to stop Live queasy.
Seeing her son in pain, the middle-aged woman turned around and wiped her tears secretly.
Although the middle-aged man stood firm and did not show any expression, his eyes were full of unresolved sadness.
At this moment, the nurse came in from the door: "Patient's family members, come here."
"Son, take a good rest, I'll go out for a while." The middle-aged man helped the young man pull up the quilt, and left the ward with the nurse.
Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man came back.
The young man looked at him silently, and asked weakly, "Dad, what's the matter?"
The middle-aged man said casually: "Oh, nothing, just reminded me about my diet. Son, I will buy a piece of fish for your mother to steam in the afternoon. The nurse said, you need to add more high-quality protein to help you recover after surgery."
The young man didn't speak because he knew that his father was lying.
Dad was called away by the nurse just now. It was not a diet order, but a reminder to pay.
There is no longer enough money for the cost of chemotherapy.
The hospital is a place to treat the sick and save the sick, but without doing charity, the doctor cannot save the poor.
The family's money had already been spent on him.
He knew that no matter how difficult it was, his parents would try their best to raise money to continue his dying life, because he was their only child.
But at the end of his life, is he really going to spend it like this?
Looking at the haggard faces of his parents, the young man recalled his life in his mind.
Once upon a time, he was a baby conceived in October, brought into this world by his mother with difficulty, and started his first life.
When chatting with his parents, they told him many interesting things about his childhood.
In the past, my mother slept very peacefully, and I couldn't be woken up by thunder, but since I had a child like him, as long as he hummed in the cradle, my mother would get up immediately to see if her little one had kicked off the quilt.
When I was young, my father had no interest in electronic devices. After having a child, he bought a mobile phone that took good pictures and took a lot of photos of his life. The first thing he did after get off work every day was to go home to see him and play with him .
The mother is relatively thin and does not have much milk. The doctor recommends feeding the baby with milk powder at home. The father’s salary is not high, but he still buys the most expensive and best milk powder. As long as his son can grow up healthy and healthy, he doesn’t care how much it costs .
When Dad reads the milk powder instructions, he is more serious than when he reads the entry manual. The instructions say that a spoonful of milk powder needs to be mixed with 35ml of water. Dad holds the kettle and bottle and pours water bit by bit. 34ml is not enough, 36ml No, it must be exactly 35 milliliters before I dare to give it to him to drink.
Mom complained to Dad more than once: "It's almost enough, why make it so accurate? It's not about dispensing medicine."
The father said stubbornly and seriously: "That won't work. The instructions say that 35ml must be 35ml. Otherwise, what should I do if my son feels uncomfortable after drinking it?"
Mom poked his forehead with a smile: "You can spoil him desperately~"
When he was one year old, his father took him to the hospital to get vaccinated. Like most children, he cried in pain during the injection, hugged his father tearfully and kept whimpering.
When the father saw his son crying, he couldn't coax him no matter how hard he tried, his nose was sore because of the pain, and tears flowed from the boy who always had tears.
In this way, when my mother came to the hospital to pick them up, she witnessed a very funny scene-father was holding him, and the father and son were sobbing in the public, I don't know how funny it was.
The stories of childhood kept changing in their minds. The young people asked themselves, what did I give to such good parents?
Ordinary birth, ordinary growth, absorbing everything needed for growing up from parents, and before there is time to repay, life is on the verge of ending under the claws of illness.
When he was just born, his parents were running around for him.
At the end of his life, his parents were still working hard for him.
Their family is not rich, their parents are working-class workers, and their lives are already difficult. Their only son also has cancer, and it was discovered late, so they can only do chemotherapy with the last hope.
Are there miracles in this world?
Maybe, but it didn't happen to him. Chemotherapy drugs were running around in his body, harming all cells indiscriminately, but the cancer cells that spread everywhere couldn't be killed.
In order to pay for his chemotherapy, his parents bought the only old house, and now they can only live in a small rental house. To save a few bucks.
In addition to working in the unit during the day, parents also have to do odd jobs outside.
My mother works as a housekeeper on a platform, cleaning the house all day and all night, doing dirty work that no one wants to do. Her hands were originally well maintained, but now they are full of cracks and wrinkles.
Dad helped people transport goods in the warehouse from 06:30 in the afternoon to eleven or twelve o'clock in the night. The heavy living things were piled on his shoulders like a mountain, bending his already old waist.
All the money he earned was turned into medicine, and as much as he earned, he injected as much into his blood vessels.
Expensive treatment bills are like a huge leech, sucking every drop of blood from this family.
In the end, the deposit was gone, everything that could be sold was sold, and relatives who could borrow money also borrowed all
What parents have accumulated in this life is nothing for him.
What about him?
Besides pain, what had he brought them?
Until his death, he was draining their blood and tears.
He often thinks that it would be nice if he hadn't been born.
If Mom and Dad didn't give birth to such an unfortunate son as him, life should be very happy now
As the sun set, the young man finished the last chemotherapy of this course. He lay on the hospital bed and watched the afterglow of the dusk. Birds flew by in the setting sun, their feathers were soaked in dreamlike gold, and they soared freely in the vast world.
Looking at the dreamlike scene, the young man murmured: "Father, I want to become a bird."
Father did not understand the meaning of this sentence.
He put the young man's hand under the quilt, his bloodshot eyes were full of exhaustion that could not be concealed, and his voice was soft as always: "Son, Dad has something else to do, and your mother will bring over dinner. Rest early after eating."
The young man knew that his father was about to leave for the warehouse, and what he was going to face was that mountain of heavy cargo that could not be moved no matter how he moved it.
Dad's bad back will be tortured by those things until the day his son dies.
The father left, but the mother hadn't come yet, and there was only the young man left in the empty ward.
Slowly, he propped up his body with his skinny arms, climbed up from the bed to the side of the bed, opened the window and stood up.
He opened his arms to the golden world of the setting sun, like a bird with wings about to soar.
"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry to be your child."
"Please forget about me and live strong."
The youth stepped forward.
He turned into a bird.
It is snowing lightly in this city, and the snowflakes are slowly flying from the air, bringing a little cold touch when it falls on the face. The bright moon penetrates the gaps in the snow clouds and sheds pure light, quietly shining on the silent night.
Luo Qingfeng came to an old house through the white snow. He walked to the place in his memory on the third floor, and quietly looked in through the window.
Today is the New Year's Eve of reunion. The family cooked the New Year's Eve dinner early. On the table are fragrant rice, green vegetables, and a large bowl of delicately cooked braised pork, which was his favorite food in the past.
The white mist on the dishes is hot, dispelling the damp and cold winter, and the enticing fragrance of food is still wafting in the air.
A middle-aged man came out of the kitchen with a large bowl of fish soup, and called to the window with a smile, "Son, it's time to eat!"
Luo Qingfeng, who was hiding in the darkness, did not respond, and a figure stood up in the room.
The young man sitting by the window stood up: "Okay, come on!"
The young man came to the table and saw the middle-aged woman bringing out a large pot of stewed meat from the kitchen. He hurried over to take it, and said: "Mom, you are already old, and I will serve these things in the future." Alright."
The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Oh, mom is only in her early fifties, and she's not too old to work, so don't worry about it."
The family sat down around the table. The middle-aged man opened a bottle of white wine, and his face was already rosy after drinking three or two cups. He asked kindly, "Son, you are usually so busy with work, how are you doing?"
The young man patted his chest: "Well, some time ago, the company organized a physical examination, and my colleagues found out some cervical spondylosis, fatty liver, and all the indicators were wrong at a young age. I am the healthiest in the company!"
The middle-aged man smiled happily: "Hey, well, good health. Young people should not work too hard, the most important thing is the body."
The young man joked: "Dad, your body is important, and you have to work hard. Otherwise, where would you get the money to support you and your mother?"
"By the way, there are a few boxes of liver protection tablets in the box at the door. I bought them from overseas shopping. You drink a lot, so you have to pay attention to protecting your liver."
"Mom too, I brought you some health medicines, remember to take them on time. I also bought you a set of skin care products, all of which are famous brands from abroad! Mom, use them well, you will always be young and beautiful~"
The middle-aged woman laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear: "Oh! Why is my baby son so obedient now? When I was young, I ran around with bare buttocks, fighting against us, and became so sensible when I grew up~"
The young man touched the back of his head with a smile: "Mom and Dad raised me, and it is right to repay you."
"Let me tell you, the boss gave me a raise again this year. I plan to buy you a retirement home in the city center. This place is too old and too small. When you move to your new home, it will definitely be much more comfortable than here! "
The middle-aged man gently held the young man's hand, his eyes were full of love: "Son, the size of the house is not important, the important thing is that our family is happy and safe. Dad can see that you are living so well now, Happier than anything."
The middle-aged woman patted his hand: "Oh, it's okay, I'm drunk again, what are you doing with my son, hurry up and eat! The food is getting cold!"
The family picked up their rice bowls, you talked and laughed, and the small home was filled with the joy of reunion.
Outside the house, Luo Qingfeng stood in the dark watching the family.
Here there is no pain, no serious illness, only peace and happiness.
Those indifferent eyes were filled with transparent liquid at some point, silently falling down his cheeks, he whispered softly, saying words that no one could hear except himself:
"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
Not everyone has memorable parents.
The little wolf cub doesn't know who her parents are, and it doesn't matter. She lived on the streets since she was a child, was brought up by stray cats, and entered the processing warehouse when she was 6 years old, and began to carve as a "raw material".
Looking back now, she is far more adaptable to the environment than her peers. Many raw materials cry when they hear the gunshots at the beginning, but she doesn't even frown when the hot bullet casings hit her face.
As she grew up day by day, she found that firearms had a wonderful attraction for herself.
When she is holding a gun, even if there is no bullet in it, she can study it all day, study the structure of the gun body, study the pressure spring, study the distribution of rifling in the muzzle, and even regard the gun as a friend and sleep with it .
There was a target shooting organized by the warehouse. She fired 10 rounds, but there was only one bullet hole in the target.
10% hit rate, which is seriously unqualified. The whip holder wanted to punish her, but when he took off the target and observed it carefully, his expression changed drastically.
There was indeed only one bullet hole in the target, but none of the 1 bullets she fired missed the target because they all went through the same bullet hole.
Since then, the whip holders in the warehouse have paid more and more attention to her.Shooting, reconnaissance, assassination, fighting... They taught her all military skills without reservation, saying that she may have the opportunity to surpass the "smiling devil" in the future.
Unbeknownst to the Whip Bearers, the pup had had a brief moment with the smiling demon before coming to the warehouse.
The little wolf cub's first memories of him are the sweetness of toffee, the fragrance of strawberries on his body, and the warmth of his palms when he was held by him.
He picked her up from the street, named her, healed her, and taught her to read and write.
At the beginning, because she knew very few characters, she was a little repulsed by thick books and found it troublesome to read.
But as she recognized more characters and read more books, she found that those wonderful stories were full of wonderful attraction.
She began to be interested in the Great Thousand World in her heart, and later she often couldn't help but take the initiative to find him, and sat beside him obediently to read a book with him.
[The book says that there are a total of 233 countries and regions in the world. Are there really that many? 】
"Of course it is true. Compared with the vast world, the city we are in is just a small place."
[This book says that foreigners have been to the moon, this should be a made-up story, right?The moon is so high, how can people go up there? 】
"This is also true, not a story. In the Apollo program from 1969 to 1972, 12 astronauts landed on the moon. This is a great historical event."
[The Loch Ness Monster is also real? 】
"Uh, I think this should be fake."
He treated her like a relative without blood relationship, and took her to experience things that she had never seen in her life. She suddenly discovered that the world is so big and so colorful.
For a short period of time, they stayed together day and night, watching the sunrise together at dawn, and sitting together in the forest shrouded in darkness to watch the stars.
Sometimes she thinks that if time can stand still, it seems good to freeze in this moment.
Of course, time passed, and she changed from a person to a raw material.
She didn't like it, nor did she hate it, she just complied with his request.
The reason is not important.
If you want to see me like this, so be it.
Because, you gave me a new life.
On the day of parting, he stood under the starry sky and asked her: "I'm leaving soon. I don't know when we will meet next time, maybe a year, maybe many years. Tell me your wish, and I will help you realize it. Anything is fine."
Without thinking, she took out her mobile phone and typed a line on it:
【hug me】
He froze for a moment: "That's it? You can make a better wish."
She shook her head, the three words were still on the phone:
【hug me】
"Okay, then as you wish." He opened his arms and gave her a hug for the first time in his life.
In that warm embrace, she felt as if she had melted, her consciousness separated from her body and kept floating upwards, she could see the entire starry sky even though her eyes were closed.
The little wolf cub that was picked up didn't have much extravagance, she just wanted a hug.
Bai stood on the street of the city, looking at the tall buildings, the setting sun left the last afterglow on the surface of the buildings, and the neon lights with blue and purple as the main color began to light up, and the halo flowed on the top of the tall buildings and bridges.
The hustle and bustle of the working day has settled down, pedestrians are rushing by on the road, cars are roaring back and forth, and the nightlife of the metropolis is about to begin, but no matter how numerous they are, they have nothing to do with the lonely white.
Tonight is a snowy night, pure white snowflakes are flying in the air, swaying gently with the evening wind.
Stepping on the quaint bluestone slabs, Bai returned to the original alley in his memory. The dim street lamps shimmered, illuminating everything vaguely.
Bai leaned against the street lamp, watching the snowflakes shining under the light, quietly waiting for an impossible person to appear.
In the second half of the night, the snow became heavier, and the dense snowflakes dimmed the lights, and the wind was also noisy. The snow flakes were flying all over the sky, constantly scraping on Bai's face, as if it was some kind of mockery.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure appeared in the depths of the snow curtain. He was walking slowly in the alley, and when he passed by Bai under the street lamp, he didn't stop, but his amber eyes glanced sideways at him. she.
"Which warehouse? Why haven't I seen you before?" He obviously sensed his own kind.
Bai didn't answer, even though the snowflakes covered his hair, he didn't turn his head to look at him.
Just as she thought.
There was no one she wanted to see here.
She silently put on the earphones, turned on the only song in the phone, turned the corner of the alley alone, and walked into the depths of the wind and snow.
The melodious ballad sounded in the earphones, and I sang alone:
Don't ask me where I'm from,
My hometown is far away.
why wander,
wandering far away,
Wandering.
For the birds flying in the sky.
The 24 hours of missing the plane are over.
Some people feel that it is long, and it is full of painful memories that they don't want to look back.
Some people think it is short, there is a time that you want to go back but can't go back.
Whether it is long or short, the gears of fate continue to turn, pushing everyone to the path they must take.
Luo Qingfeng stood in the return plane square, staring at the ancient and huge cube in front of him, and his voice was like a bell: "Open the full-band communication in the reincarnation world."
The SSS-level reward points were recovered by the cube, and the full-band communication was opened.
The blazing light swept across the chaotic void, and a solid stream of light appeared through the air, like thousands of golden lines interlacing.
The time lapse speed of all teams in the Samsara World was unified at this moment, and the consciousness of the captains of each team was summoned here in the form of souls, like extremely shining sparks falling from the sky, exploding mottled streamers in the Emperor's Landing Square, and finally congealing into a human form.
The last spark settled, and including Luo Qingfeng, there were 3724 figures standing on the square, which is also the current number of Samsara World teams.
Luo Qingfeng looked at these reincarnated captains who were either familiar or unfamiliar, and his voice resounded everywhere: "As everyone knows, we are facing an unprecedented difficult moment."
"Before this, each team had grievances and grievances with each other, and each team had their own goals. Maybe yesterday you had teammates who were killed by other teams in a team battle, thinking about revenge in the next encounter, but now I want to say, please put these things aside Bar."
"Because the hunt has finally begun, and we are facing the same enemy, an enemy you have never encountered before, or even unimaginable."
"Arrogance, the arrogance of reaching the peak of strength and entering the full body."
"At the moment when we are discussing how to hunt and kill Arrogance, at this very second, Arrogance is also deploying in his world, and even the other six crimes may be by his side, discussing the same issue - how to annihilate the reincarnation. "
"No one knows what will be in store for us when we enter Pride. But one thing is for sure, if we fall apart and turn on each other, no one will survive."
"In the face of a strong enemy, we should not be suspicious of each other like snakes and rats, but should unite all teams to face the biggest challenge in our journey."
"As the captain of Emperor Lin, I announce that after Emperor Lin enters the world of arrogance, he will wait at the same place for 48 hours. If you are willing to cooperate with us, please choose the same coordinates and join us as quickly as possible. .”
"We will be responsible for the survival of each team, provide help within our capacity, lead by example, and let as many people as possible survive while winning."
"Finally." Luo Qingfeng put his hands on his heart, his bell-like voice was full of unshakable strength, "May every reincarnator who forges ahead be safe."
Luo Qingfeng's speech ended, and the spirit bodies of the captains of each team also turned into sparks and scattered away.
Some of these reincarnation teams have experienced countless times of blood and fire, and they have long been prepared to face their fate. Some teams have just been born, and they don't know what this battle means to the reincarnation world.
Either firm or dazed, for every reincarnation, the memories of the past have been left behind forever, and the final decisive battle is slowly unfolding ahead.
(End of this chapter)
(Thanks to Mu Miao's leader!)
(Six in one big chapter, the next six days will be updated together, and the next update will be on the 16th)
【Arrogance has grown to a critical point】
[Final hunting, open]
[Rule: None]
[All reincarnation restrictions are no longer valid]
[Countdown to start the invasion: 72 hours (12960 hours local time in Pride World)]
[During the waiting period, the missing plane opens]
[Missing Plane: Created based on your memories of previous lives, but there is no trace of your own existence.Every reincarnation has a unique plane of missing, without interfering with each other]
[Reincarnated people can enter the plane of missing and recall everything they think about]
After being taken away from the street by that person, the little boy had a home, but it was different from what he imagined, it was a dark world.
He was sent to a warehouse, where "raw materials" collected from all over the world were gathered, and they were kept in captivity like livestock. Those who passed the parameters would be selected for further "carving", and those who were unqualified would be "destroyed". ".
Raw materials have a very high loss rate here, and the mechanized process is repeated every day, undergoing various carvings. If anyone can't bear it, his figure will disappear at night, just like the world evaporates.
The little boy was still self-aware when he first arrived here, occasionally talking and laughing with other ingredients.
But as time went by, seeing the familiar figures around him disappear one by one, the originally slightly crowded space suddenly became wide and even empty, his brain gradually became numb, and everything went on like a dream.
After waking up from the dream, the little boy found that there were only a few people around him, and what they had in common was that the "parameters" were high enough.
Just when the little boy thought he was about to be freed, he was transferred from the old warehouse to the new warehouse, and dense numbers of strange faces appeared around him again, as if he had returned to the earliest time.
The only difference is that the parameters of these gathered raw materials are all very high, and the outstanding ones who once stood out are back to the same starting line here.
The little boy suddenly realized that he had just gone from one hell to a deeper hell. This is a reincarnation with no end in sight.
The intensity of carving quickly escalated. In order to deprive him of his normal emotions and make him cold-blooded and numb, the whipman kept forcing him to kill.
At the very beginning, the whipman told him to kill the cat.
The whipman caught a litter of wild cats and asked him to beat the kittens to death one by one in front of the mother cat. The screams of the kittens and the mother cat's wailing still echoed in his mind.
Later, the whip holder told him to kill the dog.
The whipman gave him a cute puppy and let him live with it for a year, and when he developed feelings, he was forced to beat it to death with a hammer.
The little boy will never forget the look in his dying eyes, puzzled, terrified, helpless, and streaming tears. It was the first time he knew that dogs could cry.
Finally, the whipman let him kill.
I don't know when, the living materials in the warehouse are strictly restricted, so as to force the raw materials to compete and kill each other.
In the face of thirst and hunger, the raw materials gradually no longer regard themselves or their companions as human beings. They can beat their heads to the ground for a sip of clean water, share bread for one less person, and take a knife to kill the people around them in the middle of the night. stabbed to death.
The little boy couldn't remember how many people tried to kill him, nor how many people he had killed to survive, from the initial fear and trembling to getting used to it all.
In this cruel and crazy environment, he was cultivated into a vicious ghost.
The long years have passed, and the carving has finally come to an end. The raw materials have finally been carved into qualified processors.
At this time, the little boy has grown up. He is standing in front of a cold stage, and the figure who dragged him into hell with his own hands is right in front of him. Just like the first time he met when he was a child, the years have not left that person's face. any trace.
"The pill in front of you contains a high concentration of cyanide, which kills when swallowed, without pain."
"I can't guarantee what will happen to you after you die, maybe you just die like this, maybe you will experience the same thing as me."
"If you die and find yourself waking up again, then there is only one task: become stronger and try to live until the day you meet me, until you die on the way to become stronger, or I need you to die."
The figure raised his hand, and the cold voice was more ferocious than a devil: "Take the medicine."
The well-crafted processors have long lost themselves, have no fear of death, and no lingering on life. They are like machines, executing every instruction input into their minds indiscriminately.
However, in the face of death, the experience along the way suddenly appeared in the mind of the grown-up boy.
Once upon a time, he was also a timid and crying child. Because he had no parents since he was a child, he lived on the street, picked up garbage, and stole things. He dreamed that one day he could get rid of this life and live like a person.
Until I met this person in front of me, I thought it was the beginning of getting out of the quagmire, but I was suddenly thrown into hell, hurting people, killing people, and sinking in the darkness.
His life can be summed up in four sentences.
A person comes into this world.
Growing up alone.
Alone alive.
A person is forced to die.
This is his life.
A life that is not your own from birth to death.
When he swallowed the poison, for some reason, it was clearly filled with high-concentration cyanide, and there was really no pain, but the moment before he lost consciousness, he felt an unstoppable desire to vomit rolling in his body.
It was a hatred of fate.
"Boom!" There was a sudden violent blasting sound, and the entire door of the processing warehouse exploded open. The wreckage was expanding and radiating. Obviously, it was hit by some kind of huge force, but there was no fire and gunpowder smoke, which was not caused by explosives.
"Hey~ Fortunately, I held back my strength and almost turned the entire warehouse into ashes with one punch." Amidst the dust, Xiahou walked in from the outside dragging a machete.
Xia Hou patted off the ashes on his body, looked at the sluggish processors in the warehouse, and said in a lazy tone with some jokes: "Good evening, whoever of you can help me tell Kino, just say that the little ones he picked up home The dogs came back for him."
Soon a processor came to his senses, quietly approaching Xiahou from the dark, and suddenly jumped up, stabbing his dagger at the side of his neck.
"Dang!" The blade made a crisp sound when it touched the human body, and the dagger snapped, leaving only scorching sparks on the surface of the body.
The processor's mind went blank, he couldn't understand why human skin was as hard as steel.
Xiahou shook his head: "If you act rashly without judging the strength of the enemy clearly, you are an unqualified raw material. Let me destroy you, it's better than him destroying you with his own hands."
Before the processor recovered from the shock, his life was over.
With a light wave of Xia Hou's hand, the machete directly crushed the processor, and a large amount of blood splashed wildly in the air.
Immediately afterwards, Xiahou rushed into the crowd. He was like a tiger plunging into a flock of sheep, slaughtering wantonly with one knife, and the sound of flesh and blood being separated echoed in the warehouse. Indiscriminately turned into corpses on the ground.
On the top of the warehouse, the surveillance camera recorded everything that happened and projected it on the multi-screen in the monitoring room.
Several whip holders were gathering here, and when they saw Xiahou raging in the warehouse, they all changed color.
Even though these whip holders had carved countless raw materials to the limit of human beings, they still couldn't understand what kind of power flowed from this uninvited guest.
Not long after, there were no living people around Xiahou. He dragged his bloody long knife slowly to the depths, hunting towards the final target.
Before the whip holders in the monitoring room had time to evacuate, they suddenly heard the harsh sound of metal tearing.
I saw a big hand piercing through the half-meter-thick metal door, tearing open the door like paper, and walking in slowly.
The whip bearers were so astonished that they were sweating coldly. At the end of the road, they could only turn their eyes to the person standing at the top of the processor behind him, the living legend, the smiling devil.
Xiahou also followed the gaze of the whip holders, put the knife on his shoulder, and said hello lazily: "Yo, long time no see, Kino."
Confusion appeared in the eyes of the smiling devil. He searched his memory, but he didn't find where he had seen this person before, and he didn't understand why the other person knew him.
All he could do was pull out the dagger at his waist with his backhand and enter a fighting stance.
The mutation happened at this moment.
Xiahou's body turned into an afterimage that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and rushed forward like lightning, tearing the distance between the two in just an instant, and his speed far exceeded the limit that humans can achieve.
Even the fighting spirit standing at the top of the processor is extremely inferior at this speed.
"Ding!" The long knife in Xiahou's hand pierced through the demon's head precisely, nailing him to the wall.
All of this happened in a blink of an eye, so fast that the smiling demon didn't even respond subconsciously, not to mention accepting the move, and still maintained his original fighting posture. It took a few seconds for the body to sense the death of the brain, and fell to the ground trembling irregularly , and finally there was no movement at all.
"Bah!" Xiahou stepped on the corpse, spat on his face, and said coldly, "Thank you for so many years of 'cultivation', bastard."
Children are young flower clusters, but not every flower can be cultivated.
For most children, their childhood is the warm sunshine in spring, the cool and refreshing popsicles in summer, the dancing leaves in autumn, and the warm embrace of their parents in the cold winter.
And for the children in the Morning Star Orphanage, their childhood only saw the bullying and abuse of hope when they didn't know when.
The Venus Orphanage is an extremely dark place. On the surface, it is a social welfare institution, but in fact it has been abusing the orphans adopted here. They do not have enough food and clothing, and they are often supervised and punished.
The supervision methods here are very vicious. If any child is disobedient, the supervisor will beat them to pieces with a whip, deny them food, drink, or medicine, and then throw them into a narrow iron cage.
Many children are left with endless beatings in their childhood. If they are disobedient, they will be beaten, if the quilt is not folded properly, if the tooth cup is not set properly, if there are some bread crumbs dropped on the table, they will be beaten.
Supervision will use any reason to abuse them, the purpose is to make them live in fear, only fear can make them numb and become puppets at the mercy of others.
After these children are "tamed", regardless of gender, as long as they are attracted by customers, they will be sent to "play" with them.
In the day-to-day pain, the children here will have sleep disorders, toss and turn in bed unable to fall asleep, scream in the middle of the night and wake up from nightmares, and their once clear eyes will gradually become hollow.
In this cold and hopeless hell, every year there are children who commit suicide every year, and a few of them succeed and get rid of these pains forever. Most of them are discovered by the supervision and rescued in time. They are tortured even more cruelly and live in darkness. .
There is a little girl in the Venus Orphanage, she grew up here as long as she can remember, she often wonders where her parents are, why they abandoned her, why she was thrown into this hell.
The little girl's room is small and damp, and there is only room for a bunk bed in a few square meters, and there is a toilet next to the bed. If you can't smell it, no matter how long you smell the rancid smell, your sense of smell will gradually adapt and become numb.
Childish cries kept coming from outside the iron gate. The little girl curled up in the bed, wrapped the quilt tightly and covered her ears, but she couldn't stop the miserable cries from coming into her ears one after another.
Why was that child beaten?she does not know
But she can imagine how painful that child is now, because she has also been punished by supervision.
Once, because she missed her parents she had never met at night, she hid in the quilt and cried secretly. The sobbing sound was accidentally heard by the passing supervisor, who greeted her with a severe beating.
The miserable howling sound kept echoing under the night, and the trees outside the window were like the withered hands of a devil, opening their teeth and claws under the blowing of the wind, as if they were going to reach in through the window to catch her.
Gradually, footsteps sounded, very lightly, but getting closer, and she saw that the light coming in from the bottom of the door was covered by shadows, and the last ray of light disappeared.
"Crack." The sound of the iron door opening came.
The sudden light hurt her eyes, she curled up in the quilt in fear, the unspeakable coldness spread to her limbs, her hands and feet were numb, and she hugged the pillow in her arms helplessly.
Her quilt was lifted little by little, and the supervisor looked down at her, half of his face was immersed in the darkness, and half of his face was illuminated by the lights in the corridor. He grinned and showed his white teeth, smiling strangely.
Fear, helplessness, and pressure gathered in her heart to form a wall. Her body felt cold and hot, and her hair stood on end, as if a deformed monster opened its mouth like a black hole, trying to swallow her.
Are you going to be punished again?Why.
Oh.
I remembered
She forgot to lick off the soup stains in the bowl after eating today
Today's Venus Orphanage is as usual. In the torture room used to punish children, several supervisors are standing. The leader is holding a blood-stained whip. There are two children in front of him, a boy and a girl.
The boy was kept in an iron cage called a "squat cage," a recent invention of the dean.
This kind of cage is very narrow, and it is impossible to stand up straight or sit down when locked in. The punished must keep their knees bent all the time and maintain a half-squat position.
Don't think that it is enough to relax and paralyze, you will only face more painful torture, because the supervisor will wrap the lifting device with a sponge in advance to jam the victim's head and neck.
If the squatting posture is not maintained with force, the pressure of the whole body will be concentrated on the head and neck, making it impossible to breathe.
Most children will cry when they are put in a squatting cage for half an hour, but the minimum punishment time for squatting in a cage is 12 hours according to regulations.
Why should boys be punished like this?Because he committed the biggest taboo in the orphanage-running away.
It's fine to run by himself, he also tried to help his companions escape together.
The punishment the dean asked the supervisor to make was also very simple. Put the boy in a cage, and then beat the companion he wanted to protect severely in front of him.
At this time, a girl fell on the floor of the torture room, and he was the companion the boy wanted to protect.
The girl's body was densely covered with welts, and the whipping was so severe that all the flesh was turned out, and the blood was gurgling, which was horrible.
What was even more shocking was that there was an obvious whip mark on the girl's neck, and the whip directly ruptured the aorta in the neck, and she fell in a pool of blood without moving.
The boy in the cage stared blankly at the girl's body, his empty eyes were filled with tears, which kept falling, as if he couldn't even feel the suffocation caused by the cage.
A supervisor kicked the girl in a pool of blood, frowned and said, "Boss, I'm out of breath."
"Damn it. I'm going to be deducted now." The leader's first thought was not a life being lost under the whip, but his own salary that would shrink this month.
It doesn't matter to punish the dead, the dean will cover you, but if you mess up their goods, you still have to pay, and it's quite expensive.
The leader became more and more angry, and whipped the girl's body like venting, leaving bloodstains: "Damn little bastard!"
The girl is lucky because she doesn't feel pain anymore and never will
"Dirty?" A faint voice came from the dark place without any warning. The voice was nice, but very cold, like a cold winter wind, piercing to the bones.
The faces of the supervisors changed, and they looked towards the place where the voice came from.
Unknowingly, a slender figure appeared in the torture room. She had cherry red waist-length hair and her eyes were emotionless.
It is a kind of indifference to life, a kind of indifference that can only be experienced after countless lives and deaths.
The Venus Orphanage is strictly closed, and the supervisors can recognize everyone here, and they are sure that this is not their own.
Several supervisors rushed over to block the only entrance and exit of the torture room, and the leader asked the uninvited guest in a cold voice: "Who are you? How did you get in?"
The leader suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, Kari Sakura's beautiful little face appeared in front of him at some point, and his indifferent eyes reflected a cold light under the dim light.
"Don't your hands feel dirty?"
The speed of this instant approach was completely beyond cognition, but the leader was indeed the most powerful in the supervision, and suddenly entered the fighting state after a brief absence, or had no time to think about it at all, and whipped towards Kara Sakura.
The whip was not very powerful in close combat, but the leader didn't want to retreat Karakura, only to see the whip slammed towards her neck and entangled rapidly.
Immediately afterwards, the leader withdrew his hand abruptly, and the whip directly tightened Kara Ying's throat, controlling this vital part of the human body.
However, Kari Sakura's face and eyes did not change at all, allowing the whip wrapped around her neck to continue to tighten, and even her voice did not change: "No, you will not feel dirty. Because you are from the inside to the outside, even the blood flowing in your bones Blood is dirty."
Before the leader had time to further control Kara Sakura, he suddenly felt the whip in his hand tighten, and the whole person was pulled along the whip.
"Boom!" Kari Sakura's right leg turned into an afterimage, and her knee hit the leader's abdomen like a heavy cannon. The huge force directly shattered the internal organs, and the spine broke inch by inch.
When the leader fell to the ground, his eyeballs had almost protruded from their sockets, his mouth was wide open, blood gushed out, and he became silent amidst constant twitching.
Although these supervision methods are cruel, and they even killed children with their own hands like the leader, they are not professional killers after all. When death suddenly comes in front of them, fear instantly tears their hearts.
The oppressive sense of death made the supervisors almost suffocate, they fled to the exit like crazy, but the figure of Kari Sakura came to the front like a ghost.
Kari Sakura walked to the door and slowly closed the latch. She turned her head to look at the supervisors, with a faint cold light in her eyes.
The massacre ended soon. The entire Venus Orphanage, from top to bottom, from the highest dean to the bottom cleaner, from the actual controller to the silent accomplice, all died in this dark night. Only innocent children survived.
After the gate of the orphanage was opened, these children fled to the vast world outside, and what greeted them was an unknown but brand new life.
Among so many people, only the boy in the execution room who witnessed the death of his companion did not leave, sitting at the door in a daze.
When Sakura walked out holding the girl's body, the boy looked at her with tears in his eyes, asking for help: "Sister, did I kill her?"
Kari Sakura didn't answer this question, she looked up at the dead and dark night, and whispered quietly, as if she was telling the boy, but also as if she was speaking to herself.
"Live and be strong."
It is not enough to be strong to survive.
The young man looked out the window, the sky was full of haze, the gray tones diluted all the colors of the city, and the drizzle dripping from the clouds made the distant scenery blurred.
This is a ward, very deserted, even if the heating is running, even if the TV is broadcasting skits with laughter and laughter, the place is still bitingly cold, just like the heart of a young man.
The young man has no hair, looks haggard, his face is sickly pale, his lips are peeled and bloodless due to lack of water, and every detail of his face shows that he is a patient suffering from chemotherapy.
The door of the ward opened, and a middle-aged couple walked in from the outside. They were not very old, but they were full of weather-beaten aging.
The middle-aged woman walked up to the young man, handed over the plastic bag in her hand, and said softly, "Son, you are hungry, come and have breakfast."
The young man took the plastic bag, and his mother made a very simple breakfast, two eggs and a rice ball, but it was just such a small amount of food, he couldn’t take it anymore after two bites, the sequelae of chemotherapy rolled in his body, making him unable to stop Live queasy.
Seeing her son in pain, the middle-aged woman turned around and wiped her tears secretly.
Although the middle-aged man stood firm and did not show any expression, his eyes were full of unresolved sadness.
At this moment, the nurse came in from the door: "Patient's family members, come here."
"Son, take a good rest, I'll go out for a while." The middle-aged man helped the young man pull up the quilt, and left the ward with the nurse.
Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man came back.
The young man looked at him silently, and asked weakly, "Dad, what's the matter?"
The middle-aged man said casually: "Oh, nothing, just reminded me about my diet. Son, I will buy a piece of fish for your mother to steam in the afternoon. The nurse said, you need to add more high-quality protein to help you recover after surgery."
The young man didn't speak because he knew that his father was lying.
Dad was called away by the nurse just now. It was not a diet order, but a reminder to pay.
There is no longer enough money for the cost of chemotherapy.
The hospital is a place to treat the sick and save the sick, but without doing charity, the doctor cannot save the poor.
The family's money had already been spent on him.
He knew that no matter how difficult it was, his parents would try their best to raise money to continue his dying life, because he was their only child.
But at the end of his life, is he really going to spend it like this?
Looking at the haggard faces of his parents, the young man recalled his life in his mind.
Once upon a time, he was a baby conceived in October, brought into this world by his mother with difficulty, and started his first life.
When chatting with his parents, they told him many interesting things about his childhood.
In the past, my mother slept very peacefully, and I couldn't be woken up by thunder, but since I had a child like him, as long as he hummed in the cradle, my mother would get up immediately to see if her little one had kicked off the quilt.
When I was young, my father had no interest in electronic devices. After having a child, he bought a mobile phone that took good pictures and took a lot of photos of his life. The first thing he did after get off work every day was to go home to see him and play with him .
The mother is relatively thin and does not have much milk. The doctor recommends feeding the baby with milk powder at home. The father’s salary is not high, but he still buys the most expensive and best milk powder. As long as his son can grow up healthy and healthy, he doesn’t care how much it costs .
When Dad reads the milk powder instructions, he is more serious than when he reads the entry manual. The instructions say that a spoonful of milk powder needs to be mixed with 35ml of water. Dad holds the kettle and bottle and pours water bit by bit. 34ml is not enough, 36ml No, it must be exactly 35 milliliters before I dare to give it to him to drink.
Mom complained to Dad more than once: "It's almost enough, why make it so accurate? It's not about dispensing medicine."
The father said stubbornly and seriously: "That won't work. The instructions say that 35ml must be 35ml. Otherwise, what should I do if my son feels uncomfortable after drinking it?"
Mom poked his forehead with a smile: "You can spoil him desperately~"
When he was one year old, his father took him to the hospital to get vaccinated. Like most children, he cried in pain during the injection, hugged his father tearfully and kept whimpering.
When the father saw his son crying, he couldn't coax him no matter how hard he tried, his nose was sore because of the pain, and tears flowed from the boy who always had tears.
In this way, when my mother came to the hospital to pick them up, she witnessed a very funny scene-father was holding him, and the father and son were sobbing in the public, I don't know how funny it was.
The stories of childhood kept changing in their minds. The young people asked themselves, what did I give to such good parents?
Ordinary birth, ordinary growth, absorbing everything needed for growing up from parents, and before there is time to repay, life is on the verge of ending under the claws of illness.
When he was just born, his parents were running around for him.
At the end of his life, his parents were still working hard for him.
Their family is not rich, their parents are working-class workers, and their lives are already difficult. Their only son also has cancer, and it was discovered late, so they can only do chemotherapy with the last hope.
Are there miracles in this world?
Maybe, but it didn't happen to him. Chemotherapy drugs were running around in his body, harming all cells indiscriminately, but the cancer cells that spread everywhere couldn't be killed.
In order to pay for his chemotherapy, his parents bought the only old house, and now they can only live in a small rental house. To save a few bucks.
In addition to working in the unit during the day, parents also have to do odd jobs outside.
My mother works as a housekeeper on a platform, cleaning the house all day and all night, doing dirty work that no one wants to do. Her hands were originally well maintained, but now they are full of cracks and wrinkles.
Dad helped people transport goods in the warehouse from 06:30 in the afternoon to eleven or twelve o'clock in the night. The heavy living things were piled on his shoulders like a mountain, bending his already old waist.
All the money he earned was turned into medicine, and as much as he earned, he injected as much into his blood vessels.
Expensive treatment bills are like a huge leech, sucking every drop of blood from this family.
In the end, the deposit was gone, everything that could be sold was sold, and relatives who could borrow money also borrowed all
What parents have accumulated in this life is nothing for him.
What about him?
Besides pain, what had he brought them?
Until his death, he was draining their blood and tears.
He often thinks that it would be nice if he hadn't been born.
If Mom and Dad didn't give birth to such an unfortunate son as him, life should be very happy now
As the sun set, the young man finished the last chemotherapy of this course. He lay on the hospital bed and watched the afterglow of the dusk. Birds flew by in the setting sun, their feathers were soaked in dreamlike gold, and they soared freely in the vast world.
Looking at the dreamlike scene, the young man murmured: "Father, I want to become a bird."
Father did not understand the meaning of this sentence.
He put the young man's hand under the quilt, his bloodshot eyes were full of exhaustion that could not be concealed, and his voice was soft as always: "Son, Dad has something else to do, and your mother will bring over dinner. Rest early after eating."
The young man knew that his father was about to leave for the warehouse, and what he was going to face was that mountain of heavy cargo that could not be moved no matter how he moved it.
Dad's bad back will be tortured by those things until the day his son dies.
The father left, but the mother hadn't come yet, and there was only the young man left in the empty ward.
Slowly, he propped up his body with his skinny arms, climbed up from the bed to the side of the bed, opened the window and stood up.
He opened his arms to the golden world of the setting sun, like a bird with wings about to soar.
"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry to be your child."
"Please forget about me and live strong."
The youth stepped forward.
He turned into a bird.
It is snowing lightly in this city, and the snowflakes are slowly flying from the air, bringing a little cold touch when it falls on the face. The bright moon penetrates the gaps in the snow clouds and sheds pure light, quietly shining on the silent night.
Luo Qingfeng came to an old house through the white snow. He walked to the place in his memory on the third floor, and quietly looked in through the window.
Today is the New Year's Eve of reunion. The family cooked the New Year's Eve dinner early. On the table are fragrant rice, green vegetables, and a large bowl of delicately cooked braised pork, which was his favorite food in the past.
The white mist on the dishes is hot, dispelling the damp and cold winter, and the enticing fragrance of food is still wafting in the air.
A middle-aged man came out of the kitchen with a large bowl of fish soup, and called to the window with a smile, "Son, it's time to eat!"
Luo Qingfeng, who was hiding in the darkness, did not respond, and a figure stood up in the room.
The young man sitting by the window stood up: "Okay, come on!"
The young man came to the table and saw the middle-aged woman bringing out a large pot of stewed meat from the kitchen. He hurried over to take it, and said: "Mom, you are already old, and I will serve these things in the future." Alright."
The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Oh, mom is only in her early fifties, and she's not too old to work, so don't worry about it."
The family sat down around the table. The middle-aged man opened a bottle of white wine, and his face was already rosy after drinking three or two cups. He asked kindly, "Son, you are usually so busy with work, how are you doing?"
The young man patted his chest: "Well, some time ago, the company organized a physical examination, and my colleagues found out some cervical spondylosis, fatty liver, and all the indicators were wrong at a young age. I am the healthiest in the company!"
The middle-aged man smiled happily: "Hey, well, good health. Young people should not work too hard, the most important thing is the body."
The young man joked: "Dad, your body is important, and you have to work hard. Otherwise, where would you get the money to support you and your mother?"
"By the way, there are a few boxes of liver protection tablets in the box at the door. I bought them from overseas shopping. You drink a lot, so you have to pay attention to protecting your liver."
"Mom too, I brought you some health medicines, remember to take them on time. I also bought you a set of skin care products, all of which are famous brands from abroad! Mom, use them well, you will always be young and beautiful~"
The middle-aged woman laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear: "Oh! Why is my baby son so obedient now? When I was young, I ran around with bare buttocks, fighting against us, and became so sensible when I grew up~"
The young man touched the back of his head with a smile: "Mom and Dad raised me, and it is right to repay you."
"Let me tell you, the boss gave me a raise again this year. I plan to buy you a retirement home in the city center. This place is too old and too small. When you move to your new home, it will definitely be much more comfortable than here! "
The middle-aged man gently held the young man's hand, his eyes were full of love: "Son, the size of the house is not important, the important thing is that our family is happy and safe. Dad can see that you are living so well now, Happier than anything."
The middle-aged woman patted his hand: "Oh, it's okay, I'm drunk again, what are you doing with my son, hurry up and eat! The food is getting cold!"
The family picked up their rice bowls, you talked and laughed, and the small home was filled with the joy of reunion.
Outside the house, Luo Qingfeng stood in the dark watching the family.
Here there is no pain, no serious illness, only peace and happiness.
Those indifferent eyes were filled with transparent liquid at some point, silently falling down his cheeks, he whispered softly, saying words that no one could hear except himself:
"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
Not everyone has memorable parents.
The little wolf cub doesn't know who her parents are, and it doesn't matter. She lived on the streets since she was a child, was brought up by stray cats, and entered the processing warehouse when she was 6 years old, and began to carve as a "raw material".
Looking back now, she is far more adaptable to the environment than her peers. Many raw materials cry when they hear the gunshots at the beginning, but she doesn't even frown when the hot bullet casings hit her face.
As she grew up day by day, she found that firearms had a wonderful attraction for herself.
When she is holding a gun, even if there is no bullet in it, she can study it all day, study the structure of the gun body, study the pressure spring, study the distribution of rifling in the muzzle, and even regard the gun as a friend and sleep with it .
There was a target shooting organized by the warehouse. She fired 10 rounds, but there was only one bullet hole in the target.
10% hit rate, which is seriously unqualified. The whip holder wanted to punish her, but when he took off the target and observed it carefully, his expression changed drastically.
There was indeed only one bullet hole in the target, but none of the 1 bullets she fired missed the target because they all went through the same bullet hole.
Since then, the whip holders in the warehouse have paid more and more attention to her.Shooting, reconnaissance, assassination, fighting... They taught her all military skills without reservation, saying that she may have the opportunity to surpass the "smiling devil" in the future.
Unbeknownst to the Whip Bearers, the pup had had a brief moment with the smiling demon before coming to the warehouse.
The little wolf cub's first memories of him are the sweetness of toffee, the fragrance of strawberries on his body, and the warmth of his palms when he was held by him.
He picked her up from the street, named her, healed her, and taught her to read and write.
At the beginning, because she knew very few characters, she was a little repulsed by thick books and found it troublesome to read.
But as she recognized more characters and read more books, she found that those wonderful stories were full of wonderful attraction.
She began to be interested in the Great Thousand World in her heart, and later she often couldn't help but take the initiative to find him, and sat beside him obediently to read a book with him.
[The book says that there are a total of 233 countries and regions in the world. Are there really that many? 】
"Of course it is true. Compared with the vast world, the city we are in is just a small place."
[This book says that foreigners have been to the moon, this should be a made-up story, right?The moon is so high, how can people go up there? 】
"This is also true, not a story. In the Apollo program from 1969 to 1972, 12 astronauts landed on the moon. This is a great historical event."
[The Loch Ness Monster is also real? 】
"Uh, I think this should be fake."
He treated her like a relative without blood relationship, and took her to experience things that she had never seen in her life. She suddenly discovered that the world is so big and so colorful.
For a short period of time, they stayed together day and night, watching the sunrise together at dawn, and sitting together in the forest shrouded in darkness to watch the stars.
Sometimes she thinks that if time can stand still, it seems good to freeze in this moment.
Of course, time passed, and she changed from a person to a raw material.
She didn't like it, nor did she hate it, she just complied with his request.
The reason is not important.
If you want to see me like this, so be it.
Because, you gave me a new life.
On the day of parting, he stood under the starry sky and asked her: "I'm leaving soon. I don't know when we will meet next time, maybe a year, maybe many years. Tell me your wish, and I will help you realize it. Anything is fine."
Without thinking, she took out her mobile phone and typed a line on it:
【hug me】
He froze for a moment: "That's it? You can make a better wish."
She shook her head, the three words were still on the phone:
【hug me】
"Okay, then as you wish." He opened his arms and gave her a hug for the first time in his life.
In that warm embrace, she felt as if she had melted, her consciousness separated from her body and kept floating upwards, she could see the entire starry sky even though her eyes were closed.
The little wolf cub that was picked up didn't have much extravagance, she just wanted a hug.
Bai stood on the street of the city, looking at the tall buildings, the setting sun left the last afterglow on the surface of the buildings, and the neon lights with blue and purple as the main color began to light up, and the halo flowed on the top of the tall buildings and bridges.
The hustle and bustle of the working day has settled down, pedestrians are rushing by on the road, cars are roaring back and forth, and the nightlife of the metropolis is about to begin, but no matter how numerous they are, they have nothing to do with the lonely white.
Tonight is a snowy night, pure white snowflakes are flying in the air, swaying gently with the evening wind.
Stepping on the quaint bluestone slabs, Bai returned to the original alley in his memory. The dim street lamps shimmered, illuminating everything vaguely.
Bai leaned against the street lamp, watching the snowflakes shining under the light, quietly waiting for an impossible person to appear.
In the second half of the night, the snow became heavier, and the dense snowflakes dimmed the lights, and the wind was also noisy. The snow flakes were flying all over the sky, constantly scraping on Bai's face, as if it was some kind of mockery.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure appeared in the depths of the snow curtain. He was walking slowly in the alley, and when he passed by Bai under the street lamp, he didn't stop, but his amber eyes glanced sideways at him. she.
"Which warehouse? Why haven't I seen you before?" He obviously sensed his own kind.
Bai didn't answer, even though the snowflakes covered his hair, he didn't turn his head to look at him.
Just as she thought.
There was no one she wanted to see here.
She silently put on the earphones, turned on the only song in the phone, turned the corner of the alley alone, and walked into the depths of the wind and snow.
The melodious ballad sounded in the earphones, and I sang alone:
Don't ask me where I'm from,
My hometown is far away.
why wander,
wandering far away,
Wandering.
For the birds flying in the sky.
The 24 hours of missing the plane are over.
Some people feel that it is long, and it is full of painful memories that they don't want to look back.
Some people think it is short, there is a time that you want to go back but can't go back.
Whether it is long or short, the gears of fate continue to turn, pushing everyone to the path they must take.
Luo Qingfeng stood in the return plane square, staring at the ancient and huge cube in front of him, and his voice was like a bell: "Open the full-band communication in the reincarnation world."
The SSS-level reward points were recovered by the cube, and the full-band communication was opened.
The blazing light swept across the chaotic void, and a solid stream of light appeared through the air, like thousands of golden lines interlacing.
The time lapse speed of all teams in the Samsara World was unified at this moment, and the consciousness of the captains of each team was summoned here in the form of souls, like extremely shining sparks falling from the sky, exploding mottled streamers in the Emperor's Landing Square, and finally congealing into a human form.
The last spark settled, and including Luo Qingfeng, there were 3724 figures standing on the square, which is also the current number of Samsara World teams.
Luo Qingfeng looked at these reincarnated captains who were either familiar or unfamiliar, and his voice resounded everywhere: "As everyone knows, we are facing an unprecedented difficult moment."
"Before this, each team had grievances and grievances with each other, and each team had their own goals. Maybe yesterday you had teammates who were killed by other teams in a team battle, thinking about revenge in the next encounter, but now I want to say, please put these things aside Bar."
"Because the hunt has finally begun, and we are facing the same enemy, an enemy you have never encountered before, or even unimaginable."
"Arrogance, the arrogance of reaching the peak of strength and entering the full body."
"At the moment when we are discussing how to hunt and kill Arrogance, at this very second, Arrogance is also deploying in his world, and even the other six crimes may be by his side, discussing the same issue - how to annihilate the reincarnation. "
"No one knows what will be in store for us when we enter Pride. But one thing is for sure, if we fall apart and turn on each other, no one will survive."
"In the face of a strong enemy, we should not be suspicious of each other like snakes and rats, but should unite all teams to face the biggest challenge in our journey."
"As the captain of Emperor Lin, I announce that after Emperor Lin enters the world of arrogance, he will wait at the same place for 48 hours. If you are willing to cooperate with us, please choose the same coordinates and join us as quickly as possible. .”
"We will be responsible for the survival of each team, provide help within our capacity, lead by example, and let as many people as possible survive while winning."
"Finally." Luo Qingfeng put his hands on his heart, his bell-like voice was full of unshakable strength, "May every reincarnator who forges ahead be safe."
Luo Qingfeng's speech ended, and the spirit bodies of the captains of each team also turned into sparks and scattered away.
Some of these reincarnation teams have experienced countless times of blood and fire, and they have long been prepared to face their fate. Some teams have just been born, and they don't know what this battle means to the reincarnation world.
Either firm or dazed, for every reincarnation, the memories of the past have been left behind forever, and the final decisive battle is slowly unfolding ahead.
(End of this chapter)
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