Apocalyptic Forecast

He didn't even die.

This was Sasaki's first thought after he woke up.

After explosions, assaults, and merciless offensives, how could he still save a life? Show mercy? No, it should be said that rather than killing myself, I want to buckle this black pot on my head...

In the ward in the prison, in the monotonous rhythm of mechanical heart sounds, Sasaki opened his eyes and saw the cold incandescent light above his head.

"The wounds have been bandaged. The lung and liver injuries need to be recuperated for a period of time, but the problem is not big. Excessive blood loss is not a big problem for the sublimator, so you can lie down for a while. ."

Under the blue curtain, there was an old figure sitting upright.

Regardless of the patient's body, he smoked a cigarette stick, not knowing how long he had been smoking, and the whole cage was filled with smoke. The buzzing exhaust fan was spinning quickly, but the pungent smell still made Sasaki cough.

He lowered his head in silence, seeing his almost fragmented and reassembled body, and finally saw his right leg, as well as the bracket and plaster mounted on it.

"What's wrong with my leg?" he asked.

Before fainting, he didn't remember having such scars.

"I interrupted it myself." The old man outside the curtain said, "Just be careful."

"It's really hard work, Inujiang pursues it."

Sasaki smiled indifferently and closed his eyes.

The mockery didn't make Inujiang furious. The old man just knocked the cigarette stick on the table at will. After knocking out the soot, he filled in a pot of shredded tobacco, carefully pressed it, and re-ignited it.

"This is for your good." He said.

Sasaki did not speak.

"Don't worry about Zatoshi, that guy is a lot more slippery than you, and has already escaped." Inue said, "It's really beyond my expectation that the blind can use shock bombs."

Sasaki's fingers contracted slightly, but there was no response.

What else to say?

I jumped into the trap myself.

From beginning to end, it was an ambush against myself.

It's all about being outnumbered, and being captured by a miss, and being planted with a murderer, you can't even die, just like a joke.

"Since I have already left, why bother to come back?

Inujiang sighed softly: "I heard that you had a good time in the Ivory Tower, and you have a new job and a new life. You shouldn't be back..."

"You shouldn't have shown your deeds when you killed the filth, right?"

Sasaki raised his eyes suddenly, and a sharp and sharp aura suddenly rose from his rough and haggard appearance, like a samurai holding a sword hilt, and asked coldly.

Inue did not speak, smoking a cigarette in silence.

Did not deny all this.

It was him who personally killed Satomi...

It was not the murderer who did it that night, but Inue.

Sasaki, who once suffered from Inue's swordsmanship, saw this scene clearly in his eyes at the moment he came back.

"For so many years, Inujiang, you still haven't got rid of the habit of blood vibration and broken heart." Sasaki asked softly, "Why? Or, you... intentionally?"

Why do you pretend to be a murderer and kill him?

Inue did not speak.

But Sasaki pressed on step by step and raised his voice: "Because you don't know who the real murderer is, right?! Once he speaks out and is used by someone with a heart, Satomi will be completely defeated... because of the murderer. Hidden in the home in Satomi!"

"No, I am a murderer, you guessed it wrong, Sasaki."

The old man behind the curtain knocked on the cigarette stick in his hand, knocked off the last cigarette ash, slowly got up, bowed and saluted: "I'm sorry to be planted with you."

"I fell into the evil way and indulged in the pleasure of killing. When people get old, they will feel the decline of strength. Unwilling to grow old, I chose the secret instrument of drinking blood to survive and maintain my vitality."

He calmly said: "Please rest assured, when the matter is over, I will surrender to Luming Pavilion, plead for a Caesarean section, and settle your grievances. Before that, please rest well, and soon everything will be settled. "

In this way, after a few steps back, he turned and left, no longer nostalgic.

"What kind of **** doesn't make sense!"

But the man tied to the hospital bed was never happy because he was able to wash away his grievances. On the contrary, he was furious and roared: "Inue! Inue! What are you doing!"

"Doing the right thing."

Inue answered without looking back, "Do what a samurai should do...In this way, Satomi house will be preserved."

"Is the preserved thing really the original Satomi?"

Sasaki struggled hard, ignoring the cracking of his wounds, and his blood spread, "Such a big talk, you old guy, do you really know how to write the word shame! Are you worthy of the Lord Satomi who trusted you in the past!"

Inujiang's footsteps stopped for a moment, and then he was indifferent: "You and I are both samurai. You should know the importance of enyi. Don't use the mind of a wild dog to speculate about others, Qingzheng."

"Wild dogs know right and wrong too!"

Inue was silent for a moment and was amused.

Indifferent shook his head.

Realize how funny this argument is.

"It doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong. As long as Satomi can survive, as long as it can be maintained... Even if it's just an empty shell, I can go to Master Chungzo to receive punishment after death."

The rickety old man glanced at him for the last time, saying goodbye wearily: "There is only so much I can do."

Regardless of the angry roar behind him.

He closed the door.

"Watch him well."

Finally, he said to the supervisor: "If you act rashly, you can kill it."

The regulator nodded indifferently.

Inujiang never looked back, straight up, through the layers of defense, and saw the Jiaoshan waiting at the door.

"What about people?" he asked.

"Already here." Jiaoshan said, "waiting for you."

Inujiang nodded and walked straight toward the heavily guarded quiet room.

Pass through the corridor and the door, and push open the last paper door.

Seeing the young warrior kneeling under the calligraphy and painting, it seemed as if he had already foreseen something, his eyes drooping and his expression did not fluctuate.

Can't see the impulse and impetuosity deliberately displayed on weekdays.

No longer conceal the dark and evil spirit in those eyes, like a fox.

"I have been waiting for a long time, long quiet."

Inujiang closed the door behind him and sat opposite him: "I think you should know why I am looking for you today."

"Yes, I have worked hard to get rid of the traces for me."

The young samurai bowed his head, took his seat, and thanked the old man: "I thought that someone like me could not hide from an elderly person like Mr. Inue. It seems that this day is faster than I expected. "

He said: "I am a murderer."

Without any concealment, he responded frankly and straightforwardly to Inue's question.

However, Inujiang could not feel any anger or sadness, but felt a deep exhaustion in the numbness.

Too many waves, too many storms.

There are too many changes.

Before he knew it, everything became completely different from the past, completely different from what he knew.

But after so many years of left and right clumsy, after sewing and mending, when such a big hole appeared before his eyes, he could not even feel the fear.

Instead, there is an urge to smile wryly.

This day has finally come.

"...What you did was better than what you said, Jiujing, better than everyone. I didn't even doubt you before I fled."

In the silence, he lowered his eyes, and sighed softly, almost as if he was begging: "Let's stop here, for a long time, there is still a chance to save everything."

In the silence, no one spoke.

In the long silence, the young samurai seemed to be distracted.

He raised his head in a daze, staring at the solemn quiet room in front of him.

For a long time, for a long time.

"Mr Inue."

He said softly, "I have, two fathers."

"A father is an incompetent person. He raised me. He thought he was kind, he thought he could get power... There was also a father who was an arrogant and shallow person. He made me what I am now. I thought I was generous, I thought I could play with everyone in the applause.

One of them taught me indifference, the other taught me pain. "

"But now, my two fathers are dead."

He lowered his head and smiled seemingly self-deprecating:

"I still remember the kindness and kindness of my biological father before my mother died. I also remember the way my adoptive father was very energetic when he first came to the throne."

"But until the end, they have never been able to obtain happiness. All they have gained are pain and death. They have never been able to fulfill their wishes, even if they lose everything, even they have been transformed into a completely unrecognizable appearance."

He said, "Perhaps they shouldn't be born in this family, just like me."

In this way, the young samurai calmly bowed his head and apologized to the old man in front of him.

"Sorry, Mr. Inue, it violated your expectations and trust."

"I have no turning back."

"..."

It should be said that it is angry or regretful.

But Inujiang realized that he couldn't feel anything. There was only a moment of loss and emptiness, unspeakable sadness, "Such a city could have been entrusted to the family..."

"No, Mr. Inue, I don't want to get Satomi."

Satomi Hisase said: "I just want to destroy it."

At that moment, the young samurai drew his sword!

But, it's too late...

Inujiang looked down sadly, not wanting to look any more.

As early as the moment he walked into this quiet room, he had already fallen into the siege. Now the eight dogs in the house are already lurking outside the quiet room.

As long as Jiu Jing changes slightly, only death awaits him.

In the silence, there was a sound of chopping.

The scarlet color spurts, dyeing the calligraphy and painting on the wall red.

When the turbid blood dripped again, it fell back to Inujiang's face, causing him to slowly raise his head in the sluggishness, and look towards him for a long time without any damage.

There are also five fingers piercing through his chest... from behind him.

Horn mountain.

The silent and firm warrior did not draw his sword, but raised his five fingers together, tearing the old man's back with a sharp edge like gold and iron, took off the heart, and pierced it out of his chest. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

Slowly clenched.

Make the weak and vigorous heart fall apart.

"...Jiaoshan, when?" he asked tiredly. .

"From a long time ago, Master Inue."

The indifferent samurai replied without expression: "Jijing's thoughts are the same as mine: The lingering Satomi family can bring only the pain of not seeing the end, just like you have always felt. ..."

He felt the moment when the mixed girl who was barely living in peace on the border was also involved in the struggle by this ugly storm.

What kind of **** the Satomi home he was guarding had become.

He said, "It's time to end it all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Inue panting tiredly, only raised his brows, laughed like self-deprecating, closed his eyes, and waited for death.

Jiaoshan slowly retracted his hand, took out a square towel, and wiped off the blood.

But Jiu Jing held the knife and stepped forward.

"Thank you for your care and sacrifice over the years, and Satomi is ashamed of your expectation, and I am very sorry." The sword slowly lifted and aimed at Inujiang's neck, Jijing finally said goodbye: "Please rest."

At that moment, a thunderous roar burst out.

Electric light shoots out of nothingness.

Because Inujiang opened his eyes, a brilliant and hot light burst out from those muddy eyes.

The aging and tired body reversed time at this moment, regardless of the erosion of the years and the entanglement of pain, draw the sword, step, move forward, cut!

At this moment, the dying old lion burst out his last ferociousness.

The miracle of the eight rooms came here, and then disappeared instantly...

The two crossed by.

A deep scar appeared on Jiu Jing's face, almost splitting that face in two. But now, the scars are slowly closing, quickly recovering as new.

Can't see how close it was to death.

And in the sound of staggering footsteps, the blade in Inue's hand was still shattered, and the blood sprayed out from his chest, taking away the last breath.

The old and shattered body finally fell, making a deep voice. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

Like a bubble burst.

Perhaps it was the sound of waking up from a long daydream, right?

it's finally over.

Sorry, Lord Zhongzang, sorry.

I have...I can no longer save...Somi family...

He closed his eyes for the last time and prayed silently.

Please, punish me...