[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Fuchao walks through the city, through the streets where traffic is still rushing at night.With his choice of direction and non-stop footsteps, buildings, police stations, hotels, and hospitals fell backwards one after another, the traffic gradually thinned out, and he left the city after walking a few blocks.

A child in an orange-blue robe lay motionless on the road ahead. There was only one car driving on the entire street. It didn't change lanes, and it didn't seem to stop.

Fuchou wasn't sure that his speed would be able to drag him from the wheel, and he stood between the kid and the oncoming car.

The car horn was blaring, the lights were dazzling, and he went to see how the child was doing amidst the driver's scolding.

When Fu Chou helped him up, he heard snoring, and the child fell asleep on the road.

The driver got out of the car behind him, and the car disappeared. The driver walked towards him holding his dangling head, half of his face was Fu Zang and half of Xiben.Fufu bowed his head, and the child who woke up slowly was Mikhailo, blinking his blue eyes under the night.

Fucho got up and left, and Mikhailo followed him bouncingly.

"You never came to see me once."

"I won't go back, I'm leaving you."

Then it was Nishimoto who spoke.

"Tsk, aren't you tired?"

"How do you think I got out of the mountains and survived after the clan was wiped out?" Fuchao just walked forward.

"I know, you've never been a teenager, you were a kid one day, and suddenly you're an adult trying to make a living on your own. Fighting, being lied to, suffering injustice with nowhere to go, that's a group of people who make the rules An executioner who tramples on others, but the first direction you learn is to drive for them, but the ladder of that class is not open to you, so your second choice is to enforce the law and point your sword at them. I am your illusion, how could it be I don’t know that all your choices after turning over are to pick up a knife and become the same executioner as them!” Xiben’s aggressiveness is very similar to the tone that Fu Zou once asked him in court, “You killed Qiuyue!”

"I just asked him a few questions."

"Finally willing to look directly at the crime you have dealt with? What's the use of that?"

"The harvest is that I have seen a kind of reasonable and reasonable human nature that I have rarely seen, and the pathological pursuit of society and the dominant power of men and women. Although it is ugly, it is natural."

Already out of town, passing through a forest, Nishimoto was left behind.

But someone soon caught up: "Are you really going to get medical treatment?"

When Fuchou heard this weak and sweet voice, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

Standing in front of the fluorescent dotted forest, Nanako was wearing a hospital gown.

"Yes." He replied, "I'm going to get medical treatment."

"You forgave yourself easily, and you lived on in good health." She asked lightly, "Is it fair to us?"

Fufu didn't answer.

Mei Hui's letter was like an exorcism spell that blocked his conscience, and since it was burned, he had hallucinations, but Mei Hui never appeared, and he has stopped dreaming for a long time.

He came to the open field. Under the bright night sky full of stars, the whole space, including the grass, was blue-purple.

Tonight he can see clearly, the scenery is coherent, but his thinking is fragmented, the lonely environment, tired legs and disturbed spirit make him fall into a dream.

He can't remember the names of enemies, enemies, opponents, and allies, but he can't forget the names of everyone involved, and he can't forget everyone who he indirectly killed or killed with his own hands.The masters of the magical names followed him in turn, and he only stepped forward to throw them off, but they came after him again, entangled, fell, and tore him.

He is also impatient with his endless guilt, but it exists, crouching silently in a corner of his conscience, getting bigger and bigger, the more suppressed and out of control, the more neglected the more obvious.

It's like when he walked to the edge of the light, knowing that there was a terrifying giant behind him, he couldn't help but glance sideways, and the shadow immediately caught him and dragged him back to the dark place.

If he stays in the dark and doesn't move, how can he?Man cannot but yearn for the light, everything in the world is pushing him forward, to the bright place where everyone is present.

Although he thought he should stay in the dark, let someone catch him and put him in a cage.It should be, but it won't be.No suitable cage could be found, and no one came to capture him.

Worse than his inability to easily forgive his sin was his inability to get punished for it.

He wanders in multiple worlds, does not belong to any fixed world, neither agrees with the rules of any world, so how can he conform to it.Furthermore, he played with the law and took advantage of its loopholes, so the punishment of the law did not have any meaning and strength for him.Being unable to be punished is the greatest punishment for him.

"The tragedy of hell is not that God cannot wash away the sins of the guilty, but that the guilty themselves are a kind of absolute loneliness, and the inextinguishable fire of conscience burns the sinner."

He headed east, about ten miles away from the next city. From the port there, he could reach Fuyuki City in the world of light magic by boat. It was reported that the crack in the world that allowed him to jump into the sea and survived by the local The government has developed a world well, through which the rich can return to the world of mind power, and the medical treatment in that world can cure his madness.

It doesn't matter if it can't be cured, he just needs to keep going.

That's the end of the road - said a voice.

It's not a hallucination, this friendly voice has never been heard before, and he feels a little familiar with this person who is far away on the skyline and seems to be close in front of him.

I can tell you that after tonight your eyes won't be able to see.

Fufu recognized it, and it was the man who claimed to be God.The first time I saw a girl with black hair and black eyes, the second time I saw a hunting dog, and in front of me was an old man with silver-white hair.

He continued walking, suppressing his unfounded anger: "Do I need to atone for my sin by martyrdom?"

Martyrdom requires pure faith, and none of the people I met had a truly clear and steadfast faith.

"You did the fusion of the world, right? What is your purpose?"

It is a gathering and a screening.he answered.The reason why I am a god is that the world has made me, and I want to make the world.With the development of civilization, people tend to be more and more unrighteous. What I do is to make human beings in all worlds mirror each other and abandon arrogance and division. If they can’t after all, they will resort to violence instead...

"Are you going to die?"

I try my best to avoid that.

"Don't ask for the complete disappearance of violence, poverty, hunger, and class, as long as you replace it with a world where all positive efforts are rewarded with positive feedback. Even such a wish is an extravagant wish. Maybe it's better if the world is wiped out."

"Did Kurolo know you before I saw you?" Fuchao asked again. "He wasn't very interested when I mentioned you."

If that me is still me, then he has seen me.

Fuchao didn't understand, and knew he couldn't explain.

"Why are Kuruta people the only ones who can't trade with you? You can only trade this pendant three times."

Rich stopped.

An obvious, easily overlooked, question that he should have asked a long time ago but thought of for the first time at this moment.

"It's also a trade, right?"

It was bought by your ancestors with the fortune of the family a hundred years later.

"So... the real culprit who exterminated the clan was the ancestors of the clan... how could that be? Impossible... wouldn't it be pointless to establish a clan that was born to be destroyed?"

When things happened to him, rational thinking became a luxury. He completely forgot that he was still refuting Naze's point of view that "people are born to die, and everything is meaningless" the day before.

The ancestors of the Kuruta tribe were great wise men.Said the god who looked like an old man.Your father knew it, he didn't understand it, but he intended to take the pendant to the grave.

The old man disappeared, the phantom phantom entangled with rich people disappeared, and the cold pendant on his chest was suddenly so heavy that he couldn't hold it up and fell to his knees.

The father was frowning because of the curse.He always wants to drive him out of the clan because he foresees that the curse will be fulfilled in this generation, no matter where the child's happiness is, he only wants it to live for a long time.

But he can't go by himself. He is the high priest who has broken the commandment and needs to pray for forgiveness all his life.He also couldn't tell his tribe, because the Kuluta tribe couldn't live without that land, and they were destined not to escape their fate...

Recalling the scenes of getting along with his father, Fuchou understood the reason why his father became more irritable, anxious, and cold-hearted every day. The day before the festival, he lost his temper unilaterally and asked himself to get out of the village, so he hid heartlessly. Sleep on a high hill outside the village.

That angry and tough face was gradually replaced by a painful and distorted dying face. In every word and every action, he found the fear and panic under his majestic face, the powerless cowardice, and the deep feelings for himself. Hidden love.

I don't know whether it was emotion-induced tears or pathological epiphora that caused emotions. The tears fell into the grass and broke into broken beads.

After stripping his blood and falling into the secular world, civilization and introspection cannot give him strength. His strength comes from despair and hatred. His father's hatred used to be his greatest misfortune and motivation.

When the obsession of his life came to an end and the road of life was foggy, he was still the original him, and even lost the reason to hate.

Perhaps everyone needs to experience misunderstandings about their parents.

If people can't even understand themselves, how can they question everything around them and fate.

The invisible shackles fell off Fu Fu's body. He looked at the vast sky that was getting darker and darker, and thought of the strange and re-acquainted father with melancholy joy, remembering the same feeling once when his father died.

His knees ached from the intrusion of moisture, and he bent down unconsciously, resting his forehead on the wet and cold ground that smelled of earth.

The Kuluta people are in awe of the land, which is a sublime existence second only to gods.

He bowed down and worshiped this vast land with all his heart, the past and future were confusedly concentrated in the present, and his mind was chaotic and peaceful.

Life is the light of man. This light has neither shadow nor outline nor vision. Light shines in darkness, but darkness does not accept light.

My Father in heaven, child please forgive me and be with me.

The author has something to say:

You know yourselves that the day of the Lord will come, as a thief does the night, and when men say safe and secure, disaster will come suddenly, as labor troubles a woman in pregnancy, and they will never escape.

But you were not in darkness, that that day should come upon you like a thief.You are all children of the light, and you are all children of the day; we are not of the night, nor of the darkness.

——Bible 5 Thessalonians Chapter [-]

In him was life, and this life was the light of man.The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.