He returned to the hall again.
There is a bomb crater near the window in the hall. The crater is also full of weeds. The blood that once remained in the crater has made these weeds grow very vigorously.
His brother Zhu Rongming once lay in this bomb crater.
At first, he could have chosen to escape and stay out of it, but just because of Chen Fan's words that he would not allow Bai Luo to get into any trouble,
He took dozens of brothers with him, and filled the gap with his life, guarded the place with his life, and practiced his loyalty with his life.
Finally, there were explosions, and several grenades exploded in a dense cluster, the hole in the window deepened by several centimeters, and Yaksha completely disappeared, not even a few pieces of flesh were left.
Only a broken arm tightly grasped the submachine gun,
Proof that he once came to this world...
And those children in that underground factory,
When they saw Yaksha, they affectionately called him Uncle Yaksha.
Perhaps in their memories, there are traces of Yaksha's presence in this world.
Maybe one day, when they grow up,
When they go their separate ways, when they have experienced the ups and downs, joys and sorrows of life,
They might suddenly remember,
When I was a kid, in that basement,
When an uncle named Yasha and Uncle Chen Fan came to visit them, they always brought a lot of snacks and toys with them.
Yaksha!
Zhu Rongming........
My brother.
He turned his head and looked to the side. Next to the crater, he remembered, there was another man lying there, Sharpshooter.
He still remembered that it was in a basement.
Under a wooden stake, a dark red rope was tied to the stake, on the stake was a rope, on the rope was a collar, and the collar was covered with shiny steel needles.
On the collar, a dying man was tied up like a dog.
He knelt on the ground, his limbs twisted strangely, obviously having been broken by inhuman means.
When he looked at the scene, a surge of rage rose from his heart, madly rising, rolling, and rushing to the top of his head.
The veins on his neck bulged, and several veins on his temples twitched continuously, his pupils shrank horribly.
He should have been the best soldier, not afraid of death or sacrifice,
When facing the gun, he could say the three words "I'm not afraid of death".
They raced against time, fighting desperately against drug traffickers to defend the front lines. They bravely advanced, never flinching in the face of knife or gun.
Even if he dies, as long as his death is meaningful, what does it matter?
However, he was tied to the pillar like a dog and tortured. Hatred and anger devoured his heart like a monster, and the blood in his body flowed to his fingertips like boiling water, carrying unbearable anger.
dog!
They treated him like a dog! In this dark basement, he was a hero of the people, but he was treated like a dog and suffered perverted torture! In the sunny world outside, some beasts who were worse than dogs were wearing suits and leather shoes, wearing human skin, and looked very happy.
After learning his identity, Xiangjian leaned against him tightly, and his broken hand miraculously grabbed his clothes.
Silent sobbing came from the tongueless mouth, and tears mixed with black and scarlet blood flowed from the eye sockets.
He knew what he wanted to say. He knew he was afraid!
He squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently patted the back of the figure in his arms, just as tenderly as a mother comforting a child who had been wronged outside when he was a child.
Tell him over and over again, don't be afraid, he will come to take him home!
He rescued the arrow.
He walked towards the back with the person in his arms. There was a small courtyard behind him. As soon as he entered the courtyard, a strong smell of blood came immediately.
At the same time, a faint stench of decay filled the air. He clearly remembered that clusters of flowers were blooming in the yard. July and August were the seasons when flowers were in full bloom. Flowers symbolized beauty, and their smell should have intoxicated people.
As the breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers covers up the stench.
The flowers in the garden are vying for beauty,
The soil beneath the flowers is new,
He stretched out his trembling hands and dug handfuls of mud.
Fingers were scratched by stones in the mud, and nails were broken.
The sharp thorn pierced into his finger fiercely, causing a piercing pain, but Chen Fan did not stop for a moment.
His speed was getting faster and faster, and the smell of rotting blood was getting stronger and stronger.
Gently digging up the soil above, a round object appeared in his sight.
The smell of blood is extremely strong.
He had no fear at all.
He knew that even if his comrade-in-arms turned into a ghost, he was still his dear comrade-in-arms, the husband of that wife, the son of that mother, and the father of that daughter... He would not harm those who cared about him!
The ghost you are afraid of is actually the person that others long for but cannot see...
He remembered holding the head, feeling helpless and at a loss.
They had clearly agreed that after completing their respective tasks, they would all return home together, but now they were leaving him one by one.
They are the messengers guarding the night. They are obviously the most elite warriors. They swear to shed their blood on this land under the blue sky.
They were not afraid of death, they were not afraid of sacrifice, they held their chests high, blocking all danger and darkness out of sight, yet the sharp blade pierced their chests from behind...
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