He was not taken and burned at the stake.
When the Holy Alliance kicked open his door, he finished humming the song and said with a smile: "You are finally here, but the special medicine is no longer in my hands."
Then he took the silver revolver from the drawer, pointed it at his temple, and banged it.
The blood-red color of the setting sun is the same color as the flowing blood, the stars are twinkling in the universe, and a meteor is falling towards another vast universe.
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"——Wind, wind, please don't go away and never come back, please don't go away and never come back."
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No.3 Link the Fire - Jiayu Yang
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Yang Jiayu is a soldier from Longcheng.
Life is very simple. Besides family and country, there are wife and children.
One day, he came back from guard duty and wanted to make a cup of hot wolfberry tea. Suddenly, he saw a flash of teleportation light in the air and a glass bottle fell into his palm.
In an instant, a large amount of memories flooded into Yang Jiayu's brain. He obtained all the memories of Tina and Ruth.
Yang Jiayu hesitated for a long time.
"I have a family, a wife, children, and an eighty-year-old mother. If I keep human history secret, my whole family will be implicated." Yang Jiayu murmured.
Looking at the majestic pass outside the mountain and the snow, he clenched the glass bottle in his hand.
——But he was unwilling to dedicate the glass bottle to the gods and end human history.
He thought of the ending of Tina and Ruth - they were just two ordinary people, but they could immediately decide to take on everything. They were once extremely ordinary in life, but they could burn brightly at the last moment of their lives, bursting out with extremely strong light.
What a great spirit of dedication.
Yang Jiayu sat in front of the thermos for a long time, looking at the white snow outside the Great Wall, the warm steam floating over his wrinkled face. He looked at the military uniform hanging at the door, the stars on his shoulders, and then put his fingers on the photo on the table, groping for his wife's face in the photo.
The road ahead is as hard as iron, but now we can start over.
He didn't know how long this fire would last, and how many people it would affect - the gods would continue to send the Holy Alliance to capture the holder of the special medicine. The hot fire was already in his hands, and only by passing it on to the next person in a safer situation in time could the fire be passed on.
"Squad leader, if you were still alive, you would definitely pat me on the shoulder and tell me: Don't be afraid, young man. You are the defender of human history. Don't be a coward."
Yang Jiayu touched the yellowed old photos in the drawer, and his old face smiled slightly. He thought of the past years in the army, when they sat around the big pot and talked about when the snow would stop, when they could go home, and when late spring would come.
The snow will stop.
As long as there are people working for it, wanting to see the sun shine through the clouds.
As long as the fire can reach the hands of a human being who even the gods cannot kill.
Only then can this endless transmission of fire come to an end and human history finally be preserved.
——Does such a person exist in this world?
Yang Jiayu didn’t know, but he felt that he should pass on this spark.
He placed his wife and children in a safe place, and prepared to leave with the glass bottle.
Unexpectedly, the Holy Alliance troops had surrounded the place. Their expressions were solemn and stern, and they were going to execute him.
Facing the raging flames, Yang Jiayu smiled bitterly.
"God, you are really paying close attention to this world." He said to himself: "You know every move of human beings, but why do you turn a blind eye to the sufferings of the world?"
He fumbled for the old photo in his arms and used the teleportation talisman to teleport the glass bottle away. Facing the blazing flames, he closed his eyes and opened his arms as if embracing the entire green mountain.
That day, the flames burned endlessly in the north of Dragon City, almost dyeing the sky red. The daughter-in-law of the Yang family waited on the other side of the city, but never waited for her simple and hardworking husband to return.
The thermos cup with wolfberries still remained on the table, and no one closed the lid. The hot air was spreading, and the room in the frontier was silent.
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A drop of water resists a huge river.
——Who can say this is bravery or blindness, who can say this is heroic or stupid?
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No.4 Link the Fire Wycliffe
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Wyclef is an elderly priest who has prostrated himself solemnly at ceremonies and listened to oracles from the gods.
However, when the glass bottle arrived in his hands, he sat in the room all night and decided to go against his beliefs once in his life - to pass it on.
At least, this is not the end for him. He is not someone who can fight against the gods, and this glass bottle cannot remain with him.
He had seen children brutally murdered for breaking into temples, he had seen priests slaughter innocent residents, and he wanted to fight back for once.
However, he was arrested just after leaving the church.
Finally, he threw the glass bottle with force and it fell into the hands of a street girl.
At the moment he was pierced by the sword, his old and dry lips kept kissing the cross on his neck, and his blood dyed the bright silver red.
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I have abandoned my faith and become unclean.
Please continue to pass it on, and may the ancient old gods bless you.
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No.5 Link the Fire: Nanaka Fujisaji
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