In this painting, a straight line is drawn from the bottom up, across the entire canvas.

It used to look like a book from heaven, but now when I look back, it is clear at a glance

Isn't this straight line the same pillar of light that I once saw in the sinkhole?

I rushed up to the living room on the second floor and took down the last painting in a desperate hand.

The moment my hand ripped off the painting, my heart immediately froze, and my face turned pale with fright.

What appeared in front of me was a timed ** that had just woken up from a deep sleep, and the delay time was only three seconds.

It's all over, one second my heart is still in heaven, the next second he is about to fall into hell, I remorsefully close my eyes and welcome the arrival of death.

At this moment, all the important nodes in my life were like movie films, flying through my mind.

An earth-shattering explosion suddenly sounded in his ears, and two lines of tears involuntarily burst out of his eyes.

The ground beneath his feet crumbled in an instant, and the last thought in his mind was still endless guilt for Chihiro.

Boom, the entire villa was razed to the ground in an instant, and I was plunged into deep darkness.

I don't know how long it took, but I only felt a stinging pain all over my body, as if there were countless ants working tirelessly to gnaw at my body.

I gradually regained consciousness and saw a gray sky with a light rain falling in the sky.

The fine raindrops hit my face like spikes to my heart.

Chihiro, my Chihiro, the Chihiro I just lost and regained.

A thought crossed my mind, and immediately a carp struck itself and jumped up from the ground.

How I wish everything was just a dream, everything just now never began, I didn't come to this villa. He didn't kill Liegang, nor did he touch the four deadly pictures.

But everything in front of me was as real as iron. I did come here, and I managed to find my Chihiro.

But what I never expected was that I underestimated Liegang, the man who became the soul of my sword. But in the end, he had the last laugh.

I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled. A terrible thought suddenly struck me, and I felt the urge to chop off my own hands, and I kept blaming myself in my heart why I had to take the four paintings on the wall.

If I don't care about them all the time, how can the traps in these paintings hurt Chihiro in the slightest.

"Chihiro, Chihiro. "I kept shouting loudly. What remains of my sanity tells me that Chihiro should be right at my feet. Blood-red eyes, began to dig through the discarded building materials with their bare hands. The more I love Chihiro, the more I hate your family.

The ferocity and cunning of the family have made me lose the most precious thing, and I believe that if there is a Nie family member standing in front of me now, I will definitely tear it apart without hesitation.

I cried out as hard as I could, oblivious to the sharp shards of concrete and the cold rebar.

I pressed my true qi and desperately dug into everything I saw in front of me. An hour later.

But I asked you to come out of a large enough clearing, but I was completely puzzled, I didn't see Chihiro's existence in the ruins.

My Chihiro is gone, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

Hope suddenly reignited in my heart, as long as my Chihiro didn't die. I still hope to see him again.

I don't know why he disappeared into thin air, but it's better than being stoned to death in a pile of rubble.

My mind was full of doubts, and I quickly expanded my senses. I did sense a dead island in the middle of the lake. And outside the island there is a ring of calm water, and nothing else. I don't even know, how long have I been in a coma on this island?

When the ** exploded, it was obviously in the middle of the night, but now, it was a drizzling afternoon.

On such a deserted island, it is easy to have a disillusioned mood, and for a moment, I even felt that since the beginning of the world, I have stayed here, and everything before was just a spring and autumn dream in my world, and now, this dream has woken up, in the monotonous and boring world, is the real world, belongs to me.

All love and hatred, life and death. In this thick and vast earth. I don't know how many rounds I've performed. It was someone else, but now it's me. The hero of fate came and went, went and came. They are all disturbed, and for whom the color of the earth has changed too much?

I thought I had a Tai Chi aura and I felt like I could do anything. But even his most beloved woman was buried in his own hands. And I want all this, what's the point?

Hahaha......

I looked up to the sky and roared, and for the first time I felt that God was so hateful, that he had just given me a surprise, and that he had immediately surprised me again. It has become the greatest tragedy in this world.

Thinking of all this, I suddenly realized my own insignificance, and I only felt like a chess piece of fate, and no one was moving to the sky. I don't want to be a puppet to anyone, I just want to be in control of my own destiny. Is this also wrong?

No, it's not my fault. It's the blind thief who is at fault. Anger rises from the heart, and evil grows to the guts. I pointed at the heavens and yelled, "Thief, you bastard, how long are you going to fool me?" What have I done wrong? You have to take everything from me.

You took away my parents, I endured it, I thought. With their own efforts, they can be avenged.

But I never wanted to rebel against you, because I knew that you were the supreme authority, and there weren't many people in this world who really wanted to rebel against you, so I didn't want my parents to be resurrected, but what did you do?

Let the father and son be separated, and the flesh and blood will kill each other. Friends hurt each other. It's all you.

Since you are so unpleasant, why do you want to be high? Why are you? Why are you? I roared loudly, urging the true qi in my body, frantically towards the heavens, slapping away, one after another, like fireworks, gushing out, towards the far-reaching sky. The anger in my chest. But there is no attenuation at all. Chihiro's departure destroyed almost everything I had. My ideals, my hopes, my love. All the bottom lines I kept, in this drizzly afternoon, seemed like a pale joke, I struggled, step by step, on the ice of life, carefully walked to the end, but ended up with a painful heart, became a soup chicken laughed at by everyone. I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!