He was silent for a moment.
"Set up a barrier." he said.
It was silent.
The house was very quiet, and there were no fluctuations in the barrier.
He gave up on this for the time being and just pushed the door open.
The air outside is still as fresh as Praia. Today is the sixth day since the dungeon was opened.
Su Mingan stood for a moment, thinking about what the old lady said to him yesterday afternoon.
Among them, the one that impressed him the most was the sentence: "People should not focus on gaining happiness or avoiding pain, but on seeing the meaning of life."
He took out the rice cake candy that the old lady had forced upon him yesterday from his backpack and ate it to restore his strength.
Has he seen the meaning of life?
Is everything he is doing now still his personal wish?
Although he sometimes talks about the principle of group influence, he is actually a member of the group himself.
In such an environment, even he himself gradually couldn't tell whether he was one of those who were swept up in it.
The old lady is a rare and sensible elder.
Even though he lived in such a difficult environment, her words still gave him inspiration even though his mentality had become somewhat numb.
He was eating rice cake candy, and suddenly he realized something was wrong.
...seems a little too quiet.
He turned around and suddenly found that the sewing machine that always squeaked in the morning was now silent.
Through the window covered with gauze, he saw that the cloth placed on the table was gone, the sewing box was quietly placed aside, and there was no one on the chair.
There was a faint coughing sound coming from inside the door, but no footsteps were heard.
Su Mingan boarded a boat and sailed towards the Central Soul Hunter Department. Suddenly, he saw a team of Soul Hunters in armor carrying supply boxes walking down the street towards Thirteenth Street.
...Why would the Soul Hunters who are responsible for distributing resources come to a place like this?
He heard from the old lady that today was not the day for distributing subsidy resources...
"I heard something happened last night." The boatman in front said while rowing.
"Something happened?" Su Mingan asked.
"Over at the church, there was a huge fire late at night. I could see it when I opened the window at night. The fire...almost dyed the sky red. I wonder if there was a flood."
“…”
Su Mingan had a bad feeling in his heart.
Small boats were sailing on the river and more and more people were walking along the streets.
After getting off the boat, he headed straight for the Central Soul Hunting Department and suddenly saw that there were surprisingly many people at the door of the Soul Hunting Department.
In the past, there were only soul hunters walking quickly here, and there were few people during the day. But now, it is crowded with people, and the residents who come to watch the fun have almost surrounded this area.
The residents seemed to be gathered together, looking at something, and noisy conversations could be heard:
"…How could someone do such a thing? It's horrible."
"It's the work of the Soul Clan again. These people are so inhumane..."
"Mom, what is that? It's so scary..."
"Let's go, let's go, don't look at this kind of thing, it's dirty..."
Crumbs of rice cake candy fell in his hands as Su Mingan pushed his way through the surging crowd.
"Fuck, who is pushing me? Stop pushing, stop pushing!" people complained.
"What kind of person is this? He has no quality."
"Shh... keep your voice down. He might be a soul hunter." Someone advised in a low voice.
"What's wrong with Soul Hunter? I know the corpse hanging there. She was an old lady with a good temper on Thirteenth Street who had never offended anyone in her life. Yet such a person died so tragically. Can Soul Hunter really protect us?" This was a sharp female voice.
“…”
Su Mingan didn't know how he felt when he heard this.
He just squeezed forward and raised his head following people's gaze.
He looked out into the blinding morning light.
On the building next to the Soul Hunter headquarters, an iron pillar was raised high.
Like a flag, a human figure wearing a rough black suit with narrow sleeves hangs on the top of the iron pillar.
There were burns all over her body, as if she had been burned by something. There was a hideous hole on her chest and the blood had dried up.
Her silver hair swayed slightly in the sea breeze, and her drooping hair was swaying with a layer of morning light, like solidified winter snow.
Because the person was hung too high, the soul hunters below were still setting up a ladder and discussing how to get him down quickly.
"Stop looking, stop looking! Go back to your homes!"
The uniformed soul hunter yelled at the crowd, pushed them, and spit on the ground: "... It's disgusting, these soul clan guys, not only kill people, but also hang them up, how big a vengeance do they have..."
"We have to take the body down quickly, otherwise the impact will be too bad." said the Soul Hunter next to him.
"I know. Someone has put up a barrier on top. Generally speaking, only the person who set it up can remove it. Otherwise, it can only be broken by force. If it is broken by force, the body will be torn into pieces..."
The Soul Hunters were discussing when they suddenly saw a black-haired young man holding a rice cake candy in his hand slowly walking towards them.
His steps were slow, yet he was able to easily pass through the crowded crowd, moving forward as if he didn't see them.
"This is a blockade area. No outsiders are allowed to enter..." They stood in front of the young man.
Su Mingan didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand.
“Crash——”
There was a sound of shattering.
The barrier was lifted under his control without causing any damage.
It was as if shiny glass fell from the sky and the fragments fell to the ground like stars.
Su Mingan raised his head and saw a fragmented light.
…
The dark black flag fell.
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