Apocalyptic Forecast

At the same time, outside Kyoto, less than 50 kilometers from the city.

　　 Countless lush trees form an invisible sea of ​​trees, decorating the pure white buildings in the canyon, like a fairyland. The sign of "Soul Land" hanging on the gate is still spotless.

The sanatorium, which is known to the outside world as a gimmick for the new type of soul recuperation, is actually the headquarters of a folk religious organization. In this country known for various messy religious organizations, such a place is not uncommon, and it is better to say that there are more than a few. Unclear.

The rebirth of the world, who is known as the saint son, has never shown his true colors, but through a curtain to teach the world to drive away disasters, this set is not rare, and the believers and patrons who come and go are also rich in wealthy businessmen. It also cost billions of Yingzhou coins and was designed by famous architects.

　　In the eyes of believers, this is even more of an ideal homeland in the heaven on earth. Only believers who have followed the leader for many years are qualified to dedicate and abandon all their assets, enter here, live a self-sufficient pastoral life, cultivate and enjoy a beautiful and fulfilling life away from the world, and enter the heaven forever after death. The land of the soul, never worry.

　　 No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary liar group.

　　 Sober is to sneer, but it is not guilty to compete with such a religious group of fools, and after all parties have paid enough money, naturally there will be no open-eyed police to ask for trouble.

　　 Just in the noon sun, the most sacred hour of the day, in the auditorium, devout praise and singing came from the believers.

　　 "Wonderful grace, how sweet, my sins have been forgiven; I was lost before, but now I am found, blind and now I have to see..."

　　In the pure white auditorium, the walls depict a peaceful scene.

　　 Great Harmony in the world.

　　 Regardless of race, race, old or young, people all over the world hold hands, smiling and looking at a promising future. When the drops of blood slipped from the wall, the pale faces were smeared with a ray of bright red.

　　 The eyes when I overlooked it became more agile.

　　 In the darkness that the scorching sun can't illuminate, countless viscous blood surging like snakes, flowing out of those sluggish bodies, turning into scarlet blood pools.

　　 surging.

　　 The mysterious leaders of the past, the high priests, and even the sacred messengers, are now immersed in the deep pool of blood, ecstatic, singing loudly.

The gradually melting bones hold their heads up, bathing in the sunlight leaking from the dome-colored windows, and the hollow eye sockets are filled with happiness and tranquility, and the dark blood like mud flows out of them, passing through a peaceful smile, silk The silk strands fall down.

　　 Under the sway of the baton, the sacred hymn reached its climax!

　　 "I have a talent for music too!"

　　 On the highest sacred altar, the boy who directed the chorus looked back, looked at the guests behind him, and smiled: "You said that?"

　　 When the evil spirits from Dajiangshan broke into the headquarters of the Spiritual Assembly, what they saw was such a hideous and terrifying scene.

　　 The moment I stared at those eyes, I felt the malice from **** and the deep cold of the deep sea.

　　 In an instant, he left the command of Shangfeng behind.

　　The mission situation has changed...

"go!"

　　 The commander codenamed Aoki took a step back.

　　 But it's too late.

　　 Outside the gorge, the sun suddenly cut off, and endless darkness struck, and Shengqing's huge phantom slowly rose up, like a giant python entwining its prey, surrounding the entire soul land in it.

　　 Huge eyes looked down, like cold stars, shed a vicious light.

　　The secret instrument rooted in the countless corpses and the source of pain in the deepest part of the canyon has completely enveloped and sealed this place,

　　Countless curses fell from the sky like rain, covering everything.

　　The huge and hideous silhouette emerged from the gray rainstorm, wandering in this hell, like a giant trampling on the earth, roaring and resounding.

　　 Here, it is already **** on earth!

　　 Even before the cabin in the woods came here...

　　 "Everyone is here, why are you leaving?"

　　 On the altar, the baton in the forest hut's hand was turned around, pointed at the group of sluggish evil spirits, and smiled: "You guys also sing together!"

　　 At that moment, the endless darkness swallowed everything.

　　 The eternal wailing and crying sounded, tearing apart the false hymn, resounding through the darkness.

When the long singing is finally over, there are only countless melted sticky remains in the blood pool, entangled with each other, with smirk or pain on their empty faces, immersed in endless nightmares or fantasy. Can't wake up anymore.

　　 Soon, there was a creepy chewing sound.

　　 Thousands of voices came one after another in the blood pool. Under the mystery of eating evil each other, those broken souls were immersed in endless greed and began to madly devour all the existence around them.

　　 Only the bone baton hovered in the hand of the hut in the woods, like a spoon stirring in a cauldron, the invisible flame burned everything, and in the end, even the bottomless blood pool was dried up.

　　 There is only a group of fetuses that are constantly wriggling in the abyss, convulsing in it. On the deformed body that resembles a baby, thousands of mouths uttered high-pitched cries and whine.

　　 "The quality is insufficient, and it is still useless. With this group of scraps, it can only produce such results."

　　The hut in the forest wiped the sweat from his head and threw the broken bone aside.

　　 Overlooking the dying fetus under his feet, he squatted down and stared at those resentful and painful eye pupils, and suddenly asked curiously: "I have been out for so long, do you want to make a phone call with home?"

　　 So, the cry of thousands of people soon sounded from Naito's cell phone, and countless spiteful curses emerged from the chaotic electromagnetic waves, turning the meeting room of Lumingkan into **** in an instant.

　　 "Naito...Naito...sama Naito..."

At this moment, in front of all the participants, the evil ghosts of the past big rivers and mountains turned into real evil spirits, wriggling out of the phone little by little, pulling the corners of his clothes, making his face pale. .

　　 Before the curse came, there was an instant violent wind bursting out of thin air, and from the sound of the wind came a cold snort, causing countless curses to dissipate.

　　 The storm closed, engulfing all the wreckage and disappearing, leaving only a messy meeting room, and everyone looked at each other.

　　 Lumingkan's fifth-order shot!

　　 Feeling the cold eyes cast on him across countless walls, Huai Shi held the tea cup, calmly savoring the sweet taste in it.

　　 "Make evil."

　　 He sighed with sympathy: "You Luming Pavilion also owes wages and does not pay? You see people have come to ask for salary, and they have been beaten out... It's really miserable."

　　 For a while, several eyes that suppressed anger fell on him.

　　 But Huai Shi calmly put down the teacup.

　　 As if nothing happened, he asked curiously: "Didn't you say you want to have a meeting? Where did you just talk about it? Oh, why are you not talking?"

　　 "……"

　　 Nanbu looked at him blankly for a long time, but after all, he said nothing.

　　 just signaled to his subordinates to drive Naito out, the shameful guy, and after restoring the calm in the conference room, he picked up the manuscript in his hand again.

　　 "We just talked about..."

boom! boom! boom!

　　 A series of hastily knocking on the door sounded, causing the southern five fingers to suddenly tighten, and his face was blue, unable to conceal his anger and ferociousness.

　　The subordinate who could push the door in ignored the angry expression, stepped forward quickly, leaned over and said a few words in his ear, his face changed.

　　 At the same time, there were continuous vibrations in the conference room.

　　 A pop-up reminder from Tomorrow’s News.

　　-Asian headlines!

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　　 Tanba, the harbor, a moist wind blowing in the distance.

　　 "General goods."

　　 "Well, it's really ordinary stuff."

　　 The two samurai samurai bowed their heads, looking down at the few corpses that were chopped by the blades at their feet, shaking their heads with emotion.

　　 Several ascendants who protected William, even one of them was killed by the two guardians who raided. Amada coldly threw off the blood on the blade, wiped the blade, and put the sword into its sheath.

　　 "Lumingkan is really inferior to one generation." He glanced disgustingly at the dirty Komakawa next to him: "And you, how can you make it like this?"

　　 "Ah, sorry, Amada-senpai, I got a little excited if I was not careful."

　　 The swordsman like an old monkey waved his hand, took off the blood-stained sportswear, and threw it aside, but the blood stains on his face could not be dried with a handkerchief.

　　 The blood on the blade seemed to be dry, dripping continuously.

　　 There were motivated shouts from afar.

　　 The Jidao who took off their jackets rolled up their sleeves and stirred the cement in full swing.

　　 The dust rose.

　　 Ueno wiped the sweat from his face, and suddenly asked: "Hey, I said Yamashita, I will go to a bar at night. I recently discovered that there is a restaurant that does a good job of grilling squid."

　　 Holding a shovel under the mountain, he thought for a while, and shook his head: "I don't like seafood."

　　 "What about ramen?"

　　 "It's too greasy, I have no appetite."

　　 "Hey, have you become more and more picky eaters recently?" Ueno became disgusted: "Don't be like kindergarten children who don't eat vegetables."

　　 "The places you choose are too tasteless, don't blame others. Also, move faster and run too little water. Are you really working in a construction company?"

　　 "I'm in the office, and even on the construction site, I don't have cement piles to pour people every day, okay? It's almost done!"

　　 Behind the two, there were constant hard clashes and shouts in the enclosed gasoline tank.

　　 "Look, it's been too long and everyone is awake." Ueno scratched his head: "It's almost all right?"

　　 "...you are going to be lazy after just filling a few?"

　　 "Anyway, it doesn't matter if you have more or less. It's a big deal, everyone. They won't care anyway."

"so be it."

Yamashita shook his head, turned his head and beckoned, and immediately a subordinate rolled a cement bucket over. After opening the lid, a frightened middle-aged man came out of the probe. He wanted to say something. Then the machine started, the cement in the huge pipe The rush, covering that face.

　　 Close the lid, next, then next.

Until the end, the pale-faced William was pushed to the front, struggling and screaming, "No, no, I will give you money, I have a lot of money...10 million! 10 million! 50 million! Fifty million can be... U.S. dollars! All U.S. dollars!"

　　 "Hey, Ueno." Smoked a cigarette under the mountain, thinking.

"what's happenin?"

　　 "Why don't you have ramen at night, do you have soy sauce?"

　　 "Ah, I prefer pork bones." Ueno thought for a while and suggested: "Would you like to challenge the Hell Spicy Meal in Eastern Xia Yizhou?"

　　 shook his head under the mountain, "Or drink the bar~www.wuxiaspot.com~Well, drink the bar."

　　 Ueno nodded and pulled the hand brake. Amid the roar of the machine, screams rang out, and soon there was only a vague curse. William in the bucket yelled: "The League of Freedom will not let you go... definitely not... woo woo woo woo woo woo..."

　　 In the end, that face was also covered with gray grout.

　　 The lid is closed.

　　 After half an hour, the quick-drying cement has been sealed with a thick shell. Rows of cement buckets lined up and rolled to the edge of the sand mining boat.

"one two Three!"

　　 There was a thud, and the spray rose.

　　 That's it.

　　 The sea breeze in the distance is blowing gently, and the sky is clear and cloudless.

　　 is a good weather.

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　　 Far away on the gray shore of the border, the rain is pouring at this moment.

　　 The headquarters of the Freedom League of Wanderers, Anna stood in the elevator, chewing gum, and looked up at the change of floor indicators.

　　 ding.

　　 The elevator door opens.

　　 The light illuminates the girl's red sweater, and under the hood, a smile is drawn on the tender cheeks.

　　 towards the prey.