Apocalyptic Forecast

There was a cracking sound in the sky.

　　 Like a wailing ceiling over the years, the dust falls down.

Junxiong walked blankly in the thick smoke and haze, staggering, and there seemed to be a voice in the distance. Someone was shouting. He opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn't make a sound, as if he had swallowed burning charcoal. When I opened my mouth, I felt charcoal fire ignite in my throat.

　　 He tried to pull his feet and dash, but he could no longer find the trace of the shouter.

　　 There are only half-buried corpses in the rubble.

　　 Aunt Uchiyama, Uncle Bando, Uncle Mochida, Yudai, Ayano, Kako, and Sata...Everyone is dead.

　　 Maybe there is him, he is also dead, he has come to the world after death.

　　 That's why I'm so lonely, so sad.

　　 But he just wants to find someone to talk to, even if there is a living person, even if someone tells him not to be afraid, he can continue to breathe, and there is a reason for his heart to keep beating.

　　 Just like this, passing by a mutilated body numbly, he staggered forward, stumbled, cried silently, and no one responded.

　　 Until in the ruins, a hand twitched hard.

　　 Junxiong was stunned, and even thought he had hallucinations, but his hand was clearly twitching in pain, as if struggling in a nightmare.

　　 Unspeakable ecstasy at that moment.

　　 There are still people, and there are still people alive!

　　 Besides myself, there are people in this hell!

　　 "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am here to save you!"

　　 Junxiong rushed forward and screamed hoarsely, imagining everything he would like others to say to him, and don’t be afraid if he wants to comfort him.

　　 The child did his best to dig up the dirt in front of him, pushed away the dumped slate, panting, and saw the dust-laden face, staring at the same place.

"It's you……"

　　 Toshio recognizes that face.

　　Paper amateur.

　　 The murderer who killed his cousin brought him all the unfortunate demons, the extreme way of doing all evil.

　　He is still alive.

　　 But why?

　　Obviously everyone is dead, even Aunt Uchiyama...

　　 Toshio lowered his head stiffly, unable to understand or understand, but... it was difficult to restrain his anger.

　　 When he came back to his senses, he was already holding a broken steel bar in his hand.

　　'S immature expression gradually distorted.

　　 "I blame you, I blame you... It's all your fault... Obviously everyone is dead... If my cousin is not dead, auntie, even to my auntie..."

　　 This must be God’s arrangement, right?

　　 Toshio's hands trembled, and he wanted to press the sharp section against the man's throat, "I want to... kill you..."

　　 But the tears couldn't stop streaming down, drop by drop, falling on the back of the hand.

"me……"

　　 He choked.

　　 I want to avenge my cousin.

　　 In this case, no matter what, I can’t say it.

　　 It's not his fault, the cousin is the **** one, it's not his fault that it's like this here, he did nothing. Auntie is just bad luck...

　　 I just want to hate, I just want to find someone to hate.

　　 This way, I can live, and I can live a little...with peace of mind.

　　 But he didn't have that courage.

　　 His trembling palms could no longer hold the weapon. He knelt on the ground, covering his face, crying silently, almost out of breath.

　　 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The child choked, and humbled his pleading: "Please don't die, please... no matter who it is, please help him..."

　　 "Are you here, ask me for help, kid?"

　　 There was a hoarse voice, and the blood-stained palm was raised and pressed against his hair.

　　 "Don't be afraid."

　　 The dying man opened his eyes and told him softly: "I will protect you."

　　 Junxiong looked at him blankly, feeling that he saw a fool.

　　 didn't understand what he was thinking.

　　 Maybe you are already crazy, right?

　　 doesn't matter anymore.

　　 He shook his head numbly.

　　 This world has long been abnormal. It doesn’t matter if you are crazy or not. Everyone will eventually die anyway...

　　 In the silence, Huai Shi tried to prop up her body, but her broken left arm could not complete such a task, and she couldn't even lift it up. Instead, it caused choking and choking in her lungs.

　　 It was the broken ribs stuck in the lungs.

　　 He leaned on the ruins, raised his head hard, staring at the gloomy sky of hell, bathed in the rain of dust.

　　 He can see that countless deaths are slowly rising, spreading, and disappearing.

　　 Shao Si Ming's silent scream.

　　 Huai poem fell down his eyes.

　　 I can't save you, sorry.

　　 But they still have a chance...

　　 All this can be restored.

　　 "Boy, have you ever had music lessons?"

　　 He murmured, like a dream, "In school, everyone will gather together, follow the teacher, and happily jump around to the piano...

　　 Sometimes it can be very noisy, but sometimes everyone can be very cute. Sitting on the chairs together, listening to the teacher's piano, singing loudly. When singing, everyone smiles happily.

　　That is when I am happiest...

　　 Those melodies are so beautiful, as if there is a soul. When you are in pain, you can be comforted by just listening. They are my friends and I hope that one day they can be introduced to you. "

　　 "So, don't be afraid."

　　 Huaishi said softly: "You won't die here, you still have your own future."

　　 You will worry about your studies and work hard for exams. Answer questions in class, or cheat quietly. Lie on the desk in a sleepy afternoon, watching the noise on the playground outside. Imagine which girl's hand to hold when the flowers bloom...

　　 When running on the playground, sometimes there will be a thin drizzle in the sky.

　　 There was laughter and noise from afar.

　　 is so soft, as if everything will melt in the warm sunlight.

　　 Everything in the past, those bleak lives, busy studies, and painful struggles, now recalled, they are beautiful and dreamlike, peaceful and fulfilling.

　　 You will have such a future.

　　 Every child should have such a future.

　　 At that moment, light emerged from Huai Shi's hands.

　　 The book of destiny in the soul unfolded, and chapters imprinted with miracles emerged, those sorrowful divinities were surging, and the gods in the shadows wept silently.

　　 In front of him, Tong Ji's phantom reappeared, looking down.

　　 "Have you decided, Huai Shi?" She asked, "I want to give up the transformation of the chief commander, and sacrifice precious miracles for this purpose? This is limited to your miracles."

　　 "If the miracle can only be limited to me, there is no meaning to it?" Huai Shi looked at her and laughed: "The essence of God's question is sharing. Isn't this what you taught me?"

　　 "Give them a chance."

　　 Huaishi said, "You don't need to be like me."

　　 There will be people who will lend a hand to them.

　　——There should be miracles in this world.

　　 He smiled and closed his eyes.

　　 In an instant, light and shadow reversed.

　　 When the door of the Bone Buried Sanctuary opened, the young man who was weeping in the shadow opened his eyes.

　　 On the cracked ground, among the collapsed ruins, countless greenery sprouted from the ashes, and as the tide of crows spread, the mighty light of divine burning rose to the sky!

　　 light up hell!

　　 Along with the disintegration of "Miracle Marking·Paper-Painting Element", a solemn and sacred breath emerged from the deepest part of the Bone Burial Sanctuary, and the quiet darkness rose, like the ocean, soft as mist, overflowing from it.

　　 Pity and compassion from the gods run on this land.

　　 The darkness that is completely different from **** spreads, spreads, spreads, bears divine will, and runs in all directions until it swallows everything.

　　 envelops the entire inner circle of Tanba!

　　 In the deepest part of the Bone Buried Sanctuary, Huai Shi lowered his head, stared at the cello in his hand, slowly raised his healed arm, and clenched the bow of the piano.

　　 Then, a sympathetic and quiet melody sounded from the deepest part of this dream.

　　 echoed in everyone's ears.

　　 aria.

The g string whispers, making the gentle melody flow like spring water, hovering in the ears of every crying soul, turning it into a bridge, sending this blessing and favor from the gods equally into all pain .

　　 There is no difference between each other.

　　 Under the guidance of the mighty crow flock, the miracle of the young commander runs on the earth, shed the light of redemption.

　　 gazed at the suffering world through thousands of pairs of eyes, and listened to the screams in **** through countless ears.

　　 Huaishi raised his eyes.

　　 To empathize with the feelings of the overwhelming despair and pain, let them blend into my soul and stigma, and drown myself.

　　 was in a trance, as if a phantom from the past appeared, staring at his face, the voices from those memories echoed in his ears.

　　 "Thank you, I'm pregnant..."

　　 On the hospital bed, the dying man held his hand and tried hard: "Everyone...please..."

　　 In the sun, the young man with dyed blond hair smiled awkwardly: "If I can continue to school, it would be great."

　　 Chiba Ryuji mockingly overlooked: "You want to make them better, but are they really willing?"

　　 "But even a mouse boat can save more people, right?"

　　 Ueno in the driver's seat turned around and smiled confidently, "It's not just me, all the people in the paper team believe this!"

　　 If you are the boss, you can do it!

　　 Huaishi smiled helplessly.

　　 Since when did people around you have such huge expectations of themselves? It's as if I really did something amazing.

　　 As if I can really become a hero who can turn the tide...

　　 Then, please believe me...

　　 Huaishi closed her eyes, letting her huge divinity and huge despair engulf herself. Just smile like this, without reservation, give all the power to everything in front of me.

　　 At that moment, in the ivory tower, in Russell's arms, a sleeping black cat opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

　　 And Russell was smiling, reaching out and stroking its hair: "Go, boy, your master needs you. It's time for you to appear."

　　 He released his hand, letting the black cat in his arms break free, stepped onto the desk, stepped forward, dissipated in the void, and went to the place where the call came from.

　　 The cat named War appeared under the sky of hell, with a bright light shining in his amber eyes.

　　The Code of War is running here, and the blessings from the kingdom of heaven are blessed among the crowds of hell, and the soaring crows’ high-pitched calls ushered in the final transformation.

　　 At this moment, one thousand seven hundred and fourteen ghosts descended in hell!

　　 In the melody of self-compassion, the light of miracles descended from the sky and came to everyone, with the words of the young man and the power of the young man.

　　 "I'm an amateur with paper."

　　 "I am here on behalf of those who want to help, in order to save all this."

　　 He said, "My name is Huaishi."

　　 "Please, don't be afraid, I will be by your side, and the sun will rise again."

　　 "Don't go to hell, don't give up."

　　 "I promise, everything will change and we will have a future."

　　 "Ours, bright, future."

　　Future——

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　　 "Come on, your opponent is me—"

　　 Under the sky, amidst helpless crying and wailing, an angry roar burst out and Lu neighed.

　　 The majestic knight roared, galloped, and rushed into the massacre array, cutting off the iron light in his hand, tearing and breaking the surging flames, and blocking the front of the already inhuman butchers.

The squally winds and heavy rains reversed and spread.

　　 "Run away, old man." The knight said to the weak old policeman beside him without turning his head, "Run north, there are still people resisting there."

　　 The old man held the child in his arms tightly and nodded vigorously.

　　 "Thank you, thank you."

　　 He staggered to his feet, limped and fled into the distance.

　　 Very good.

　　 Then there is only oneself and the enemy.

　　 "Lu, let's do it again!"

　　 Under the ferocious visor, the young man grinned and squeezed the reins, so Ryoma screamed in excitement, his iron hoof hit the ground, and sparks shot from the ashes and rain.

　　 The lonely knight roared forward, facing the countless shadows that gathered.

　　 But this time, a huge raven descended from the sky, flapping its wings vigorously, and following behind him.

　　 "You want to be together?"

　　 The original photo was taken aback for a moment, and immediately laughed, "Don't be left behind."

　　 The iron ride stands out!

　　 Long as a fire, lighting up the dark hell!

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　　 "I am a shark man!!!"

　　 Ueno roared with steel rays all over his body, holding two machine guns in his hands, and firing forward: "Come on, come on, you bastards—"

　　 is just in front of the open intersection, relying on the firepower of one person to suppress the opponent behind the ruins, unable to raise his head.

　　 "Hey, Ueno, don't overdo it!"

Behind the battered SUV, the mountain came out and roared angrily: "Be careful what to do if you accidentally hurt...Here, here, the old man and the child go first, don’t bring anything, don’t bring anything, you **** don’t Can you hear me?"

　　 The violent Ji Dao flew a kick, kicked a guy who was not obedient at all out of the team, yelled at the shivering people, urging them to be faster, faster.

　　 "Pass here, go forward, someone will meet you, don't look back... Hurry up! Hurry up!"

　　 I can’t wait to push them one by one behind the narrow roadblock, behind, on the road that is constantly illuminated by fire, the surging crowd staggers.

　　 But in the chaos, when the mountain turned back, he found a familiar face, Ruotou of Jinchuanhui, and a group of embarrassed fugitives behind them.

　　 "On the ice? Why are you guys here!"

　　 Yamashita was furious, his eyes widened: "Did you run away from Ochiai's house?!"

　　 shook his head on the ice, his burnt face twitched, and tears shed blood from the corners of his cracked eyes.

　　 "Under the mountain, Luo and Ochiai are gone..."

　　 "What about Mrs. Ochiai? Where's Mr. Akasaki!" Yamashita gritted his teeth and punched him in the face with an annoyance: "Just the **** you ran out! Coward!"

　　 "I want to stay, Yamashita, Mrs. Riko ordered us to come here with the woman and the child."

　　 The only one remaining on the ice grabbed his hand with one arm, did not dare to fight back, lowered his head and begged: "Please, Yamashita, let them go first. You can tell me anything."

　　 "Damn, I want you to have a fart! You get me in too." Yamashita pushed this guy over with a push and kick, and waved at the panicked refugees: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

　　In the distance, the roar of the explosion erupted.

　　 Farther away, there was a fire rising into the sky, illuminating the pale face under the mountain.

　　 That is the direction of the Ochiai family...

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　　 The noisy sounds outside the wall are getting closer.

　　 In the empty hall, Ochiai Yuriko silently looked around the depressed scene and smiled helplessly. After all, the family that had taken over from her husband could not escape the fate of destruction.

　　Only at this time, can she support the box next to her exhaustedly, sit on the ground, and look at the picture hanging next to her.

　　 In the photo, the couple nestled in the shade of the tree, smiling sweetly.

　　 "Sorry, Azhong, I can't hold it anymore." Yuriko sighed, covering the wound on his abdomen: "The mess you left is too awkward."

　　 No one responded.

　　 The gunshots were getting closer and closer, but then, there was a roar like a rabid dog, roaring, and ramming, and then the gunshots sounded again, and soon, they suffocated silently under the iron fist.

　　 Only the closed door was pushed open with difficulty.

　　 A blood-covered figure staggered in, knelt on the ground, and saw Ochiai Yuriko, as if he was relieved and smiled comfortably.

　　 Yuriko was stunned, "Akasaki, didn't he leave?"

　　 "Already, I can't walk..."

　　 The bruised man propped up his body and shook his head slowly: "I am a running dog raised by Miss Lizi, let me accompany you."

　　 "What stupid thing to say, Akasaki." Ochiai Yuriko shook his head, full of relief: "Today you are a true man."

"Is that right?"

　　 Akasaki was dumbfounded for a moment, lowered his head and laughed, unable to help crying.

　　 can be raised by Ms. Yuriko, can protect her for so long, can become a man recognized by her.

　　 is really good.

　　 "I'm still a crying ghost when I'm so big." Ochiai Yuriko sighed and beckoned: "Can you come here? I have no strength."

　　 "Okay." Akasaki's arms propped up, moved a little bit, and sat next to her, as if he was a child.

　　 Yuriko stroked his hair: "Are you afraid, Akasaki."

　　 "I'm not afraid to have you here." Akasaki smiled, shook his head, and whispered softly: "Just, I really want to drink beer again."

　　 once again recalled the smiling faces on the street that day, the laughter echoing in the fragrance of malt, and the happy expressions of those children jumping around.

　　 With trivial regret, he closed his eyes.

　　 The door was smashed open again amidst the roar. The butchers outside the door drove straight in, but only saw the pair of mother and child cuddling each other.

　　, holding the sleeping child in his arms, Ochiai Yuriko looked up, staring contemptuously at the intruders in front of him.

　　 pressed the button in his hand.

　　 In the violent explosion, the fire and light swallowed everything.

　　·

　　 In a trance, he heard Tomoko crying, and someone hugged him. When I came back to my senses, everything in front of me had become hell.

　　 Everyone is dead, dead in a crazy ghost, dead in their own hands.

　　 "Enough, Maki, enough...Don't do this anymore, mother, she, mother, she is dead."

　　 The tearful girl hugged her back tightly and awakened the crazy evil spirit.

　　 In a pool of blood, Maki looked up blankly, and saw the mess of the corpse in front of him, as well as himself with his hands stained with blood.

　　 Those people, all died.

　　 was killed by myself.

　　 No matter what kind of screaming or begging for mercy, I won't use it again. With a punch, then a punch, the corpse under his feet turned into a mass of mud.

　　 Regardless of the bullet hit on his body, it seemed that he couldn't feel the pain, but for some reason, he couldn't restrain the tears and weeping.

　　 Maki lowered his head and stared at the evil ghost's hideous reflection in the muddy water.

　　 The bones are exposed, and the blood is dripping.

　　 That is herself.

　　 But no matter what she did, Auntie Omi would never come back again—the woman who took in her like that, the gentle mother who treated an outsider as a daughter, has died.

　　 She knelt on the ground weakly, hoarse and wailing.

　　 cry silently.

　　 In the silence, the huge crow slowly folded its wings in front of her, and the long beak gently protruded, like a gentle palm, stroking her hair.

　　 So, in the burning glow, the familiar figure appeared, like a miracle.

　　 It was a dreamlike reunion, but Maki found that she couldn't smile, and couldn't stretch out her hand like she imagined.

　　 "Are you in pain, Maki?"

　　 Miss Suzi lowered her head and asked softly, "You seem to want to give up, I don't know how to comfort you."

　　 "I don't know, Miss Moko, no matter what, I don't understand..."

　　 Maki choked weakly and looked at her blood-stained hands: "Miss Suzi...what should I do?"

　　 "It's very simple, Maki, you have to make a choice again-just fall down, or move on."

The phantom in the memory squatted down, lifted her cheeks with both hands, wiped away the blood and tears for her, and gently told her: "You don't need to pursue other people's phantoms anymore. You don't have to be like others, Maki. There are others standing. Behind you, she hasn't given up on you yet, so you can't give up on yourself."

　　 was staring at that trustful gaze, but Maki couldn't help crying, crying like a child who finally found home.

　　 "Miss Suzi, I have...I don't want to see any friends die before my eyes anymore!"

　　 "Then stand up, Maki, go and fight your enemy."

　　 The **** who belongs only to her stroked her long hair, solemnly and solemnly told him: "I will witness you, Maki, you have not fallen yet."

　　 She said: "Your war has just begun."

　　 Along with her words, the final divinity glowed, turned into a brilliant outline, and melted into the broken body.

　　 relieved the pain, healed the body, and finally became one with the soul.

　　 This is a gift from Shao Si Ming, a miracle that belongs to her alone.

　　——Heaven Genealogy·Stigmata [Ghost]!

　　 Under the shining light rising in the distance, the girl turned into an evil spirit raised her head, wiped away her tears, and stared again at the suffering in front of her.

　　 There are also enemies gradually coming from far away.

　　 The Iron Crow spread out its wings again and turned into a burning heavy axe blade and fell into her hands.

　　 squeeze tightly.

　　 "Don't be afraid, Tomoko."

　　 Maki stood up slowly and stood in front of the girl behind him.

　　 She said, "I will protect you."

　　 This time, I won’t give up again——

　　 The story that belongs to her and her has just begun!

　　 Behind them, above the dark sky, a silver glow rose.

　　 That is a flock of crows flying their wings.

　　 is like a little bit of starlight descending on this dim world.

　　 They skimmed across the broken sky, the cracked ground, across the ruins, illuminating the corners of the dead old man’s mouth, with a peaceful smile. Guiding the confused soul and soothing the painful tears~www.wuxiaspot.com~Finally, it fell in front of the helpless, and once again lit up those dim eyes.

　　 dispel the darkness.

　　 Tears will shed, all pain will pass, and despair will be exhausted.

　　 From the dark world, a flame is ignited again.

　　In this hell, countless unwilling eyes opened, devouring despair, rising from the pain, roaring at the enemy in front of him.

　　 They are still alive.

　　 has not died yet.

　　 So, I haven't given up yet!

　　 a bright flame, rising from hell.

　　 "Yes, Huai Shi, that's right!"

　　 Before the projection of Dragon Flute, Russell had clenched his fists and opened his eyes wide.

　　 "Don't worry, don't hesitate, don't fear-you are the hero of heaven, the heir to the kingdom of heaven, and the agent of the last remaining place of the Utopia."

　　 "You will never be a lonely person."

　　 He whispered softly, his eyes lit up with joy, "You are, the future sun!"

　　 No matter how deep the darkness is, the hero will stand in a place that is more glorious than anyone else, which is fascinating.

　　 "Did you see, Isaac!"

　　 He murmured feverishly: "Our sun has risen!"

　　 belongs to us, belongs to the future... the sun!

　　 Your era has ushered in a prelude, Huai Shi. .

　　 Now, to them, to hell, to the world-the light of the Utopia has never been extinguished.

　　 Utopia still exists in the world!