Holder stood in front of the window and looked out for a long time.

Looking beyond the Dome, all you can see is white or white, except for grains of sand and grains of sand.

The statue-like resolute man's back has been slightly bent, the weight of years, the nicks of life.

The tall man is like a silent mountain, and it seems that he will stand there until he is old. But Holder's palms, sometimes clenched and sometimes relaxed, showed that he was not at peace within.

It's been thirty years.

Holder thought to himself.

Thirty years ago, when he was still a teenager, he and his former father (that is, the prophet of the previous generation) once made a vow proudly on the edge of the dome—

We want to restore the glory of the past! Out of this desolate white desert!

Holder was momentarily stunned, and the sonorous oath seemed to echo in his ears again.

But the gap between the ideal and the reality dealt them a heavy blow. No matter how hard they tried, Enron was still slowly but surely dying. They have no blood, but nowhere to exert their strength.

Later, Holder even his only like-minded best friend died in an accident.

"I'm too old. Holder closed his eyes in agony.

Is it until the day I die, that what I see in my eyes is still the same scenery?

............

Sanxia hid in a wooded area next to the Dome Bay.

Houses have become sparse as they extend here, with only a few scattered homes along the Dome Bay – mostly herders living along the river.

Sanxia sat at the water's edge, staring at his own reflection. The thin and long eyebrows are inherited from the mother, and the high nose bridge is a gift from the father. However, a third strange hand drilled out of the shoulder destroyed the beauty of the face.

Sansha is not a madman without the ability to judge. He clearly knows the right and wrong of good and evil, and he also understands that his actions are against moral laws.

"But...... I can't resist the urge for joy!" Sang Xia covered her heart, a twisted expression on her face that she didn't know whether it was joy or fear.

I'm not normal.

Sanxia is extremely sure of this, who would be a normal person who would take "interesting" as the first criterion of action?

For Sanxia, supernatural power is bullshit! The so-called wish is as worthless as the garbage on the street!

"But this new world is making people want to stop!" Sanxia had a frenzied fire burning in his eyes, his breathing became rapid, and a "ho-ho" pant sound came out of his throat.

The violent movement dragged the wound on his arm, and Sang Xia calmed down suddenly.

is quite a bright moon held up in the hands of a novelist, and Sang Xia still has palpitations in his heart. The unreasonable brilliance of heaven pressed on his heart, making him tremble.

Sanxia is not crazy, he is still afraid of death, and he is afraid that he will not be able to experience new pleasures after death.

"If he catches him again, he will really be killed. ”

Sansha glanced at the strange hand on his shoulder—he didn't want to give up his brain so quickly, it wouldn't be fun.

"In that case...... Sanxia took out a purple mask from his bosom and gestured twice at the reflection in the water.

............

"Brother, brother. Are you still there?" the younger brother's weak call awoke Bai Takasugi from a state of trance.

"Ah, I'm here. Don't worry, the medicine will be fine right away. Takasugi hurriedly replied and put the things back in his pocket.

He took a porcelain bowl and poured out the fried medicine, and when it cooled, Takasugi brought the medicine into the back room.

On the bed in the back room lay a boy with a yellow face, and his hands and feet were like dry firewood.

"Are you feeling better today?" asked Takasugi as usual.

"It's still the same. ”

"Oh. ”

The conversation between the brothers remained flat.

"You have a good rest. Takasugi habitually instructed and walked out.

Takasugi's younger brother was born with a stubborn illness and needed to be cared for. And after the death of his parents, this responsibility fell to Takasugi.

Taking care of his younger brother day after day consumed too much of Takasugi's mental energy and kidnapped him too much time. Sometimes Takasugi even thinks that it would be nice if his brother died.

"No, no. How could I think so. Takasugi shook his head, as if trying to shake out the terrible thought, "Mother told us to support each other before she died. ”

Subconsciously, Takasugi took out the contents of his pocket.

It was a black-purple fruit, slightly smaller than a fist. The surface of the fruit is not smooth, and the shape is not rounded, similar to an inverted cone that is slightly flattened at front and back. Just holding it in your hand, there is a sweet and greasy smell on your face.

Recalling that night's dream, Takasugi's body couldn't help but tremble.

[Just eat it, and you can gain infinite power.] Use this power to fight the other Apocalypse, and the final victor will be rewarded with a wish!]

What god would grant someone else's wish in such a way?

However, some inexplicable thought spread like a weed in Takasugi's heart—what if...... I mean, if all of this is true, would I be able to get out of this life?

Looking at the fruit in his hand, Takasugi couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his ambition burned like a flame.

Putting the fruit to his mouth but putting it down, repeating this several times, Takasugi still couldn't make up his mind.

"Brother, I want to release my hands. The voice of the younger brother came.

"Brother, did you hear me......

............

"Thank you, little girl. The embarrassed Taoist took the water in his hand and solemnly thanked the little girl in front of him.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. It was my parents who found you lying down not far away and brought you back. The little girl with pigtails was a little embarrassed, her cheeks flushed, "Are you lost in the white desert?"

"Yes. The Taoist sighed, "But in the end, I did it myself." A wicked man is his own hell. ”

The little girl didn't understand what the Taoist meant: "It's okay, you can rest in our house for a few more days - these are what my parents said." But if you want to get out of the white desert, we can't help. Enron hasn't been out for decades, and no one has come in. ”

"That's a nuisance. The Taoist made a mockery.

............

"How do you feel that Enron today is much more lively than usual?" Qianzhou and Jiang Qinghan stood together, looking at the crowd coming and going on the street.

I don't know if it's the illusion of a thousand boats, but the people who come and go have smiles on their faces, and their pace is much lighter than ever. The backwater of life suddenly rippled. Before evening, smoke was already rising from every house. You can smell the smell of food across the street.

"Are you the memory of a fish?" Jiang Qinghan rolled his eyes, "Tonight is the [Bright Light Festival]." ”

"[Bright Light Festival]. After getting Jiang Qinghan's reminder, Qianzhou remembered.

It seems to have been said in the past that the [Bright Light Festival] is today.

Thanks to Enron's culture of advocating flames, the Mingguang Festival is the most important festival and festival of Enron every year, and its status can be compared to the Spring Festival and New Year.

On this day, people take to the streets with lanterns and light huge bonfires around the Dome. People sang and danced around the bonfire, praying that the flame of holiness would scorch away all misfortune and misfortune. Pray that the light of the fire will dispel the darkness of the future and illuminate the path of light.

After witnessing the history of Enron's establishment, Qianshu can probably guess the reason for the formation of this culture. In the dark ages, a flame held high must bring infinite courage.

But to this day, will this flame still be able to dispel the gloom that hangs over Enron?

[Crowned One], [Triple Helix], [Rotten Dream]...... One thing after another was dug up by Qianzhou, but it only made him panic. Qianzhou couldn't figure out why an ordinary small country was involved in so many things.

And it is safely located in the depths of the white desert, and Qianzhou can't even run away. Even if he can escape, can Qianzhou really let go of his students and the lives of An Ran?

Qianzhou didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it.

"Don't frown. Although 'don't think about winning, think about losing first', there is no need to put pressure on yourself. Jiang Qinghan comforted.

"You have a point. Qianzhou nodded.

It seems that he has been following in the footsteps of others until now, and he was panicked by the title of [Crowned One]. But if you jump out of the circle, you will find that although the [Crowned One] is powerful, he has no way to do it himself.

Although the barriers of the present world can be found in a clever way, these subtle loopholes feel that it is impossible for the fourth-order [crowned] to pass through. It is already the limit to be able to smuggle a transcendent equivalent to the second order.

Otherwise, why would the [Crowned] use their wishes as an excuse to cast their power into making people fight each other?

Thinking like this, Qianzhou's heart suddenly brightened.

I don't know what the purpose of the Crowned One is, but encouraging those to fight must be an important part of His plan. So as long as I solve all these people, I can draw salaries from the bottom of the kettle and block all the follow-up development.

"A thousand boats, a thousand boats. Jiang Qinghan's shout woke Qianzhou from his contemplation.

"What's wrong?" Qianzhou came back to his senses, and his mind became calm again.

"That's ......" Jiang Qinghan turned his head a little unnaturally, his fingers twisting his hanging hair, "Do you want to go shopping together at the [Mingguang Festival] at night? ”

"Yes, yes. After all, who can refuse to "come and come", not to mention the [Bright Light Festival] at night to see if those who are chosen will show their feet.

"Do you want Xuan Ce and Pei Xing to come together at night?" Qianzhou made a straight male speech.

"My brother stayed up late yesterday doing research, and he definitely won't be able to get up at night. Pei Xing's prosthetic leg has a problem and needs to be adjusted. Jiang Qinghan made the other two arrangements clear in one sentence.