307 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Thirty-Six Chapters)
The sorrow arose from nowhere, yet it has now come to an end. At this moment of its conclusion, why do I feel no joy whatsoever, only deep sorrow and disappointment? Is the paradise of the dead, the forbidden land of the living, truly something to be accepted so readily?
I don't know when the thought came to me, 'Perhaps I should make some changes, do something, do something!'
His expression remained unchanged. At that moment, the smoke dissipated, and a faint sliver of moonlight began to seep in.
A different kind of warm air has returned, carrying with it a touch of spirituality and a hint of joy, as if to say that this place has returned.
The rare moonlight, which I had never paid attention to before, yet I cared so much about. The moonlight was as soft as silk, and a faint silvery glow filled the air. Every stone seemed so ancient and serene, and every dead person was so clearly visible.
In the wind, distant sounds drifted faintly, the chirping of birds echoing again from who-knows-where. Before me lay mottled earthen walls, a rotting roof, teetering on the verge of collapse, a silent, empty wasteland, tattered rags, and barren desolation.
Holding the Gentleman's Blade, he stood still like a sculpture on the desolate ground, letting the wind sweep past him. His gaze was fixed on the distance, inside the earthen walls of a dilapidated house, as if he were trying to break through a time tunnel and wait for a miracle to happen.
His face was as resolute as stone, cold and stern, the blade slowly flowing with the power of thunder and fire, his eyes as deep as the sea, flashing with an indescribable light, as if they could see through all the nothingness!
At first glance, beneath the dilapidated earthen walls and the floor of the woodshed, a four-foot-tall child was secretly and slowly crawling out. He was dressed in coarse cloth, looked frightened, and had dark fingers and a thin body that was heartbreaking to see.
The child cried out, "Mother, where are you? Father, where are you?" The voice was urgent, anxious, and filled with desperate sobs.
Seeing someone in the distance, she hurriedly ran over, a mixture of fear and expectation in her eyes, and asked, "Big brother, have you seen my parents? I'm looking for them."
Without a word, it interprets and explains with silence, yet it cannot be explained, and there is a hint of ending.
The child muttered to himself, "Big brother, my parents hid me in the basement of the woodshed, saying I could only come out when they opened it, but I was so hungry that I had to sneak out. Big brother, will my parents be angry now?"
Big brother, I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?
Slowly approach!
She gently reached out and hugged the child, softly comforting him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's all over now."
The child whispered, "Yes, big brother, it's all over now. You're such a good person."
She suddenly hugged herself tightly, "Big brother, please, be a good Samaritan and let me go out and see the world too! I want to go out and see the world too!"
Let's become one, big brother, okay?
Suddenly, a ferocious roar came from all directions, and a gaping maw opened, ready to devour.
Sharp, pointed teeth tore at the clothes, but couldn't penetrate even an inch. The hands holding themselves grew stronger and stronger, making it impossible to break free even slightly.
In my ear, she whispered, "This wish will come true. Do you have any other wishes?"
The child, in disbelief, exclaimed, 'How did you find out? I'm really a child, not that ball of a ball!'
'I didn't know you were a ball, that's what you said yourself. But it doesn't matter anymore! Do you have any wishes?' A gentle answer, a gentle inquiry.
"Haha!" came a piercing scream, filled with injustice, resentment, and helplessness. "I want mountains of gold and silver to devour you rich and powerful, and still have meat to eat every day! I want my parents to come back to life!"
"I'm sorry, I can't do that either!" she replied softly.
'But I will change some things,' he thought silently to himself. He didn't answer. In this world, how much can be changed is how much.
In an instant, flames soared into the air, burning fiercely and illuminating the entire area. At this moment, it resembled a giant fireball in the night sky, with bright red, orange-yellow, and deep purple flames—a terrifying display of fire. It rose into the air like a giant fire dragon, winding and coiling in the sky.
Lightning flashed and shone brightly, like streaks of lightning dancing in the air. The thunder roared and shook the entire village, even reaching Yun Su and Piao Miao Yue outside.
The two women looked down from mid-air. Within the small space, flames engulfed everything, lightning flashed, and deafening explosions ripped through the air. The thunderclaps repeatedly struck their nerves, and the lightning seemed to tear the darkness apart, sending chills down their spines.
The sky around the lover seemed to have been opened into man-eating rifts, sweeping outwards with overwhelming power. Smoke billowed and rolled in, the powerful force turning everything around into a white light.
A piercing scream echoed through the empty stone village. It seemed as if the soul had been torn apart, a heart-wrenching pain, an unforgettable agony!
The pain was so intense that words could not describe it; it could only be expressed through a piercing roar, like the howl of a wild beast in the dead of night, filled with endless despair and rage. Accompanying it were feelings of resentment and a trace of regret.
Burning, burning, thunderous strikes, relentless, heavenly lightning descends, indifferent to past sorrows, indifferent to right and wrong, only this moment of destruction!
Slowly, the sound stopped abruptly, leaving only the charred earth and the pervasive smell of sulfur in the air. The surrounding stone village had begun to burn at some unknown time, the air thick with the smell of ash, spreading across every inch of the land; the decaying vegetation and broken stones all seemed to be ablaze.
Thunderstorms cleanse, fires rage, everything starts anew, and hope is to welcome a fresh beginning!
Looking at the stats, the kill points are 600,000.
Ghosts and skeletons, though few in number individually, were plentiful, resulting in a substantial harvest of 250,000 kill points.
The strange feeling in my heart at this moment is somewhat unreal. The source, the source, the source of the killing point, even the eeriness can be it.
At this moment, the moonlight shines into the dilapidated village, and the raging fire seems to wash away the gloom of the place.
The moonlight, like water, illuminated the village, making its outline faintly discernible. It was an ordinary village, with houses arranged in a ring around the ancestral hall. Now, the empty roads were silent, save for the sounds of the wind and the crackling of flames.
In the distance, the mournful cries of a few lone birds seemed to drift, and the silent moonlight added to the sense of desolation.
In front of every door, behind every wall, everything is dilapidated and on the verge of collapse. Why does the passage of time not make things better, but instead make them worse?
The good side cannot last. Desolation and death spread, laughter is no longer heard, crying is no longer heard, and it disappears into the long river of time, but at this moment, my heart is being torn apart!
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