After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

All of them are dead.

Only Tsuruze was still standing in the pool.

Black-red grease covered every wall, every road in this city, covering everyone.This instantly dead city is like being wrapped in magma after a volcanic eruption.

The fat was roasted in the blood fire, and the sweet and smelly greasy smell was slowly blown up by the wind along with the burnt aroma of cooked flesh, mixing into a disgusting smell.

The bishop also died.Like the idol, it was wrapped in fat and condensed into a dark reddish unidentified solid.

It can be said that they are as eternal as amber.

There is no living thing in the city other than He Ze Shen Lin.

He keeps laughing.

There was no emotion in that laugh, it was just a pure sound.Crystal clear physiological tears fell down along with the blood, and the tearing laughter sounded like a mournful cry in the wind.

empty.

The laughter gradually stopped, and he slowly straightened up.

The uninjured hand was covering his face all the time, and he could only peep through the fingers to see that the pair of orange eyes were filled with madness that sent chills down the spine.

It even makes people doubt whether this child is standing here as a human being.

Slowly putting down his hand, the mask-like exaggerated smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

It seemed that the wild laughter before was all an illusion.

"It's boring."

He said so with a blank face.Not even any major fluctuations in tone.

There was nothing in those eyes.

The filthy pool was surging, and he passed through the burning blood, slowly walking towards the sterling silver throne covered with grease, passing by all the twisted corpses indifferently, ignoring the painful and terrified expressions left on their faces.

He knew every corpse.Even yesterday those people were still able to greet him with bright smiles and feed him fresh fruits and delicious snacks.

Tsuruze climbed up from the pool and stepped over the priest's body.

The mottled temple was left behind by him, and the cold Son contemptuously threw himself on the filthy sterling silver throne.

He looked down at the hellish scene below, a look of boredom and laziness on his face.

Like an arrogant cat, like a proud noble young master, ignorant of worldly affairs.

Even a little too ignorant of the world.

The bandage around his neck had long been undone, and a large amount of blood stained the pure white front placket embroidered with feather patterns red.

The child nonchalantly pulled the bandage on his wrist, and casually tore off the blood-soaked cloth.

Frowning lightly, he muttered something.

"That's it, just dry the blood flow to death..."

This squeamish, complaining tone.

He clearly knew he couldn't die.It's like knowing that people here will die.

Because this is the choice of fate.

This is the best result.

pat-

pat-

A viscous, sweetly fragrant red liquid dripped from his wrists that rested on the throne.

Each strand is drawn away from the temperature of the body.

Tsuruze was still frowning, his face getting paler and paler.

His consciousness gradually blurred.

it hurts...

so cold...

The six-year-old child unconsciously wanted to curl up, but his body, which had lost too much blood, was unable to even do this.

At this time, he really showed a little child's fragility, accidentally biting the corner of his lip, which made his eyelashes wet.

He didn't lie, he was really afraid of pain.

Stupid Sean... When will it come...

He was thinking about it in a daze, only to feel that the flow of every second was extraordinarily long.

It wasn't until a vague shadow appeared in front of him, and the other person put his hand on his forehead, conveying the temperature of a strange human being, that he passed out without worry.

Those eyes... are really beautiful blue.

The scene changed again.This time it appeared in a small town.

This small town should not be far from the previous city, and when you look up, you can see the spiers of the city that have turned black and red between the mountains.

Tsuruze woke up to find him lying on the bed with no one around.The two serious wounds on his body were carefully bandaged, and his clothes were changed.

At this time, it was about morning, the sun was shining from the window to the head of the bed, and the crisp sound of birdsong could be heard.

There was no one in the house.The furniture and furnishings are very simple, and it can be seen from some details that there is only one person living in the house.

He opened the door and walked into the small courtyard, but there was still no one there.

The person who brought him back did not seem to be at home.

Tsuruze pushed open the courtyard door, briefly identified the direction and walked towards the town——

There is only this resident around here, and the residences of other residents are a little far away from here, which seems to be excluded.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the town, he ran into a mother-in-law carrying strawberries out of the house.

When the mother-in-law saw him coming from that direction, her expression became very strange, and she repeatedly advised him not to have anything to do with the people who lived in the house over there.

Under Mao Mao's repeated questioning, the mother-in-law gave him the strawberries in the basket and said, "The person who lives in that house is an ominous person who will bring bad luck and disaster to those around him."

It is said that the "unknown person" in that house lost his mother when he was born, and his father died in an explosion when he was three years old.

Seeing that the child was pitiful, a couple adopted him, but both died in a fire when he was six years old.

Then came his teachers, childhood playmates, neighbors.

The teacher of the "unknown person" is a highly respected mystic master. He came to the town 11 years ago and saw that he was talented, so he took the child whose adoptive parents died as an apprentice and taught him various knowledge.

Two years ago, the corpses in a small town farther away mutated, forming a wave of corpses.

Because there are no powerful mystics or spirit spell masters around here, they were not discovered until the wave of corpses came to the small town here.

The teacher went to the forest infested with corpses alone to solve this hidden danger, but he was seriously injured and passed away not long after.

There used to be a young man with excellent hunting skills in the town who had a good relationship with the "unlucky man". As a result, the young man died in the jaws of a tiger not long after.

The neighbor had helped "unknown people" many times when he was a child, and was killed by a group of bandits who came running over when he was visiting relatives in the city.

People who were close to him died unexpectedly one after another. People in the town gradually realized that something was wrong and moved away one after another. Now only "unlucky people" live in that direction.

Yes, people in this town don't even want to call that person by his first name, they just refer to him as "unknown person".

The mother-in-law warned He Ze and then gave him a few strawberries, and advised him to leave as soon as possible, otherwise he would be entangled by bad luck.

Tsuruze's big orange eyes sparkled, he changed his mind about going to the town, and turned back to the house.

"An unknown person...can bring me the bad luck of death?"

Of course not, but he still looked forward to it.

What if fate slipped him through his fingers one day?

The sweet strawberries were carefully placed on the table by Maomao. This counts as... handing in the accommodation fee?

Tilting his head, Tsuruze turned his head and asked the young man who came in: "Can you bring me death?"

"Of course not."

The young man who came in took off his cloak. He had long gray hair, and the color in his eyes when he looked up made people startled.

It is a very pure and clean color, like the gentlest wind at night, the cries of whales in the deep sea, the fireworks and bright crystals at the temple fair.Beautiful is a little too much.

His voice is also very clean and gentle, which makes people feel that he is a very gentle person.

"You are still a child. What troubles do children have? Life and death are very serious matters, and you should not make fun of them."

Sure enough, he also touched the child's head very gently, and his beautiful eyes curved softly.

Tsuruze pouted and refuted him: "I know, and I'm not joking."

The young man was not angry. Instead, he thought about it and asked, "Do you have anything you like? Like food?"

Tsuruze pinched his chin and thought seriously: "Well... I like human beings very much. And as long as it is delicious, I like it!"

So the young man squatted down and said: "Think about it, you are only six years old now, you are still so young. There are still many interesting people that I have never met, many delicious things that I have never eaten, and many magical places that I have never seen." I've been there, isn't it a pity to die like this?"

Heze Maomao was persuaded by him and nodded: "You are right."

"But living is really tiring. Walking is tiring, sleeping is tiring, and breathing is tiring."

The young man picked up a strawberry on the table and stuffed it to him: "Is it sweet?"

Tsuruze smacked his lips: "It's so sweet."

So he was pinched in the face.

"You can't taste sweetness when you're dead, kid."

Heze Maomao said dissatisfied: "You are so naive, you are also a child!"

The young man stretched out a hand, held his thumb and three fingers back, and raised a little finger: "Then solve the problem in a child's way."

"?" Maomao showed a puzzled look.

Youth: "Come and pull the hook!"

"Things that have been ticked must be done. I will take you on an adventure together to find more interesting things. You have to work hard to live."

This agreement is very interesting, so the kid from Heze bravely stretched out his little finger: "Okay! Pull the hook!"

"My name is Hidden, Hidden Plecciosi, how about you?" Hidden asked him with a smile.

He Ze waved his hand indifferently: "He Ze Shenlin, although the name is this, you can call it whatever you want."

So Sidley went to the kitchen to cook.

Tsuruze sat on the chair obediently for a while, and began to feel bored.The calves that couldn't reach the ground were dangling, and the shoes made a chaotic sound on the chair legs.

He turned over with great difficulty on the table, squinted his eyes and poked the vase on the table, and suddenly happily said to the kitchen door: "Xion! I'll call you Xien, it's so convenient! "

Hildren's voice came from the kitchen: "Call it whatever you want."

This sentence is so familiar.

So Maomao changed the question.

"Sheen! When are we going to travel?"

"It will take two days." Sidleyn kept chopping vegetables in his hands, and replied casually: "My teacher is the high priest of the Holy Cult. In the past two years, I have fully grasped the knowledge he left behind. Now I have to follow His last words set off to the Holy City to take his place and responsibilities."

He couldn't see Tsuruze's face suddenly pulled down.

Maomao is very unhappy.

"Snapped--"

There was the sound of something breaking.

Sean slapped his hands and left the kitchen, seeing the bottle with flowers on the table smashed.

The perpetrator Mao Mao slowly withdrew his outstretched little fat hand and looked back at him expressionlessly.

Can be unreasonable and strong.