In the sky, wisps of sunlight once again appeared through the clouds, and with the raindrops that were still falling slowly, a rare solar rain was staged.
And Xingfeng was returning to the church with heavy steps, and after the demonic qi was suppressed, the tiredness that he had not felt suddenly came up.
At this time, he regained the feeling he had after a battle.
Step up the crimson steps and cross the undulating aisle.
The torture wind slowly walked under the dome that was once again illuminated by the sun.
There, a hopeful boy was lying on the ground smiling, waiting to his death for the arrival of the torture wind, waiting for the man whose name he did not know to come back and tell him his name.
"Is the so-called hope valuable only when it is not obtained?"
Xing Feng, who was sitting by the wall, looked at Chen Xing as if he was bathed in holy light, and said with bitterness in his heart.
After a moment of depression, Xingfeng got back to his feet, and walked to his backpack, which had been messed up.
He took out a leftover shovel from his backpack, and then picked up a long wooden stick from the ground and stuck it on the shovel as a handle.
Dragging a shovel and slowly pushing open the side door, Xingfeng came to the garden of the church.
I went to the priest's room to take a look first, and found that the elderly priest had closed his eyes forever, just like Chen Xing.
The house was a mess, obviously rummaged through, and the floor of the house was littered with food packaging bags left by the torture wind.
"Alas" Looking at the mess all over the ground, a sigh sounded from the mouth of the torture wind.
After measuring the priest's height, Xingfeng left the room and stood in the rain scooping up the wet soil of the garden.
Two days of rain have made the originally hard mud extremely soft.
The punishment wind dug very easily, but his heart was not relaxed at all.
In a short time, two rectangular deep pits, one large and one small, were dug up, and the shovel in his hand was inserted into the mound, and Xingfeng walked to the priest's room first.
The priest's body was carefully lifted and carried all the way into the cemetery dug for the two.
When the bodies of the two were put into the deep pit, Xingfeng did not dare to pick up the shovel again.
Looking at the two people lying in the pit, Xingfeng's hand holding the shovel couldn't bear to scatter the dirt on their bodies.
Chen Xing's body no longer had a sharp blade at this time, but the incomparably eye-catching holes made Xing Feng feel unbearable to look at directly.
After countless struggles in his heart, Xingfeng finally shook the dirt from the shovel and threw it into the pit.
Shovel by shovel, as when the two pits were dug out, the wind slowly filled the accumulated dirt back into the pit little by little, until the two pits were filled into a bulging bag.
After using gravel to surround the tomb, Xing Feng completed this painstaking work.
Then he threw down his shovel and walked out of the church with a tired face, and when he returned, he carefully held two bouquets of pure white flowers in his hands.
At this time, the rain in the sky had stopped, the dark clouds were dissipating, and the bright sun was shining on the earth.
After placing the flower that he had been looking for for a long time in front of the grave of the two, Xing Feng noticed that the bud had an empty bowl on its head.
It seemed to feel the sunlight and was stretching its tender shoots.
Carefully uncovering the bowl on his head and allowing it to soak itself in the beautiful sunlight, the torture wind stopped disturbing the grass and trees in the garden, and slowly left.
After packing up the scattered items in his backpack in the church, Xingfeng put on his backpack and dragged the suitcase with the sound of "Kazkaz" to leave the church, which was full of death and sadness.
Xingfeng walked down the deserted street, dodging the only figure that walked by from time to time, and then continued to walk towards his home halfway up the hill.
But when he came to a certain intersection, an emaciated figure appeared on the road he was walking.
"Have you seen those guys in that direction?"
"Nope."
Xing Feng looked at this familiar and unfamiliar guy, and found that Huang Xiaotian's image had completely changed into another person in just a few days.
It has become mature, and it has become vicissitudes.
At this time, he no longer has his iconic long yellow and white hair, but a pitch-black messy hair, which can be seen to have been cut by himself.
There is a pure white scarf around his neck, on which he has drawn a series of vertical poles with an oil-based pen, which is densely packed and seems to have some meaning.
His dress is no longer so fancy.
Instead, only two colors remained, black and white.
"You seem to have a good harvest this time" Looking at the shape of Xingfeng's big bag and small bag, Huang Xiaotian, who was sitting in the car at the intersection, smiled rarely, and then asked.
"Nope.
I've lost more than you see.
It's hard to quantify. ” "What's wrong with you" Hearing this question, Xing Feng raised his head and looked into Huang Xiaotian's eyes.
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The other's eyes were full of black depth, the same as his.
"I made a promise and left with a lot of joy in my heart, and I felt like I had really saved others, like a savior."
"Later, when I was ready to fulfill my promise, I was one step too late."
"Sorry" There was no need for too much explanation of the torture style, Huang Xiaotian understood what was happening.
Looking at the other party's tired appearance and tattered clothes, there were even large areas of jet-black hard lumps in some places.
Shaking his head at Huang Xiaotian, Xing Feng pulled the suitcase and continued to walk towards his home.
But when he walked past Huang Xiaotian's side, Xing Feng stopped again.
"If you have any clues about the Daredevil in the future, can you share them?"
"Absolutely."
Hearing Huang Xiaotian's answer, Xing Feng smiled, then took out the three daggers from his arms and threw them, and gave them to the other party.
Then continue to walk down the street with your suitcase in tow.
When Xingfeng returned home, it was already afternoon.
Xing Yu was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, and after seeing the torture wind with a tattered and tired face, she opened the fence door and ran to her brother.
As usual, Xing Yu hugged Xing Feng.
Bury your face deep in the other person's chest.
Looking at the family members who were hugging each other tightly in front of him, Xing Feng also hugged each other tightly.
After experiencing loss, you will understand the happiness of having.
And after experiencing this incident, Xingfeng also cherished his family even more.
"Okay, stop crying.
Haven't I come back?
” With a smile on his face, Xing Feng let go of the hand holding the suitcase, and then gently wiped the tears on Xing Yu's face, comforting the girl softly.
After this outing, Xingfeng is also ready to rest for a while, he wants to repair his sword well, and then practice his swordsmanship.
At the same time, deal with the demonic energy in your body.
Then look for the Daredevil's trails and wipe them out.
The last days are infinitely reborn :