Chapter 187
Looking at the slowly closing mahogany door and seeing □□ and Goudan thrown on the ground, it felt a bit unreal. They were just thrown out like that?
Just now it was a clear sky with a gentle breeze and warm sunshine, but just a door away, here is a cemetery in the cold late autumn. In the darkest hour of the morning, the air is filled with the stench of decaying human bodies.
To be honest, just now □□ was still skeptical that he had encountered a monster. After all, those opera stages would also perform strange tricks with similar effects. It was only when the two of them were picked up and thrown out of the door that he was completely convinced that what he encountered was indeed not human.
He is a grown man, not very strong, but at least weighs 140 pounds. The boy next to him is also a teenager. Although he is skinny, he still weighs around 100 pounds.
With the weight of more than 200 pounds, the man held it in his hand as if he were carrying two cabbages. Ordinary people could not have such strength. He was still dazed when he was thrown out, but when the cold wind blew outside, he immediately became much more sober.
Look at the courtyard with blue bricks, white walls and red doors that suddenly appeared in the cemetery. Eye-catching red lanterns are hung on the eaves. It looks very strange in this cemetery full of dead people. Would someone really build a courtyard on top of a cemetery?
The boy who was also thrown out was scared. He firmly believed that he had met a monster and did not want to die as long as he could survive. Looking at the big house in front of him, he pulled the clothes of the gentleman in front of him without saying anything.
"Let's go. The big monster said that if he meets us again, he will eat us." Goudan wanted to live. Although he lived worse than a dog, he still wanted to live after crawling out of the graveyard.
□□ was dragged away by Goudan in a daze: "It feels like a dream. I'm clearly dead. Look at these tears in my clothes. This can't be a dream after death."
"It's not a dream. I never knew what it feels like to have a full stomach. This time I ate my fill. Look how much I ate. It must not be a dream." Goudan touched his slightly bulging belly and felt very satisfied. Even if he died at this moment, he would die with a full stomach and his life would be complete.
"Although it's a big monster, it's a good monster. It fills my stomach." As he said that, Goudan turned around and wanted to look at the beautiful big house. In the beautiful house lived a beautiful big monster.
Then he turned around, his eyes widening slightly: "The house... the house is gone."
After hearing what Goudan said, □□ suddenly turned around. They had walked less than a hundred meters when the white house behind them, which was very conspicuous in the dark, disappeared.
Standing here and looking back, they could see the barren rocky slopes on the other side of the cemetery, as well as the dark branches on the slopes. There was no white house with red lanterns lit.
Goudan was so scared that he wanted to run away, but the thing he was holding suddenly dragged him towards the original white house. He was so scared that he screamed and let go, "Don't... don't go over there, let's go quickly.
That day, the soldiers guarding the city saw two ragged men at dawn. The stench on their bodies gave them away. They came from a cemetery. One of them looked dazed, and the other was shouting that there was a ghost.
There are all kinds of monsters in this era. I don’t know whether the gatekeepers believed it or not. Anyway, they didn’t check. The two men were too dirty. Besides, the city gate had just opened. As long as they could afford the entrance fee, they could enter freely. One of them actually had something good on him, a small cowhide belt that was 90% new, which covered the entrance fee for both of them.
Fortunately, the two men who carried the corpse were called in in a hurry. Under the gun-pointing situation, they did not dare to neglect the body search, so a belt was still left on □□'s body. Otherwise, they could not even enter the city gate.
After entering the city, it was early morning and there were few people on the streets. □□ was anxious to get back home and looked at the young man next to him: "Do you have anywhere to go? I'll take you home first."
"My parents died on the way here. I didn't have money to pay the entrance fee, and I almost starved to death outside the city. I was then picked up by a monster in the mass grave. I have nowhere to go." Goudan pinched the tattered corner of his clothes and shook his head. "I'm in the city now. I heard there's a dock in the city. I plan to find some hard labor there, so I can finally make a living."
"With your tiny body, you won't find work anywhere. Even strong young men can't do it, let alone you. Forget it, just come with me. I happen to be short of help." □□ wasn't being kind. He was trying not to show up in public right now. There were many things he couldn't do, so it was a good opportunity for him to ask this kid for help. After all, meeting tonight was fate: "Work hard for me, and you'll have something to eat."
"Of course, sir. I will definitely do it. I can cook, farm, and wash clothes." Goudan's eyes lit up immediately.
"I don't want a maid to serve me."
The two people talked and walked away slowly, disappearing into the light morning mist.
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The collapse of space is a silent process. There is no loud noise and no early warning. The scene in front of you suddenly seems to be stained by water, forming a vortex and beginning to distort.
Rong Shitou didn't feel scared at all, nor did he feel any sense of oppression. When he saw the images of his two fathers began to distort, he reached out to grab his father. Only then did he realize that he could not control his body, as if he was imprisoned by something.
There was no panic, no fear, and even his heartbeat was not accelerated. He was just curious about what happened. The world became very quiet, and the surroundings were like distorted light. Rong Shitou was well protected by the energy sent by Rong Zhou.
War is basically a topic that every world cannot escape. Whether it is the past, future, or the present world, war is always present.
Including this world, angels with snow-white wings are everywhere, descending from the highest place of light, holding weapons, accompanied by holy light, and charging into the demons emerging from the abyss.
A bottomless black mouth appeared on the ground, and countless demon creatures crawled out from the abyss. They were of various shapes and sizes, running on the ground, flying in the sky, and gathering on land, sea, and air. Their appearance was as strange as it could be. They might not be as strong as individual angels, but they had the advantage of large numbers.
If an angel can knock down a large area with one arrow, then double or triple the number of demons will crawl out of the abyss.
No one knew when this battle started, nor when it would end. Archangel Michael spread his six golden wings, holding a flaming sword, with Raphael and Bacalar standing behind him in their combat forms.
Samudra was facing off against the fallen angel Cesia, who was also in combat form, in the sky.
"I don't know what you are still holding on to, dear Michael. We are waiting for you in the abyss. Why don't you open your eyes and look under the heaven?" Sasim's long black hair fluttered, and the tone of his voice sounded more like the coquettishness of an intimate person.
"It is you who betrayed God, the Fallen." Facing his former companions, they could only meet in this form. Michael didn't understand why they betrayed God.
Cesia looked at her perfect black fingers and said, "You are wrong, Archangel. We are only following our truth and have not betrayed. Lord Lucifer misses you very much."
Gabriel slashed with his blade, interrupting Cesia's alluring voice: "Lord Michael, there's no need to waste time talking to them. Since the wings have been dyed black, it's a sign of corruption. Those who betray God will die."
In the battle between the leaders of both sides, any angels and monsters would stay away from them. Even if they were hit by the aftermath, their skin would be torn to pieces and turned into ashes.
until……
Aaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!! Dad…!
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