"It will be remembered forever." The man's voice again seemed to be able to resound throughout the Swallow Pass.

Underneath the men, there were countless people standing, struggling to support the people who were advancing hand in hand with the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce.

The burly bear-like man seemed to have heard something, and slowly opened his eyes, which he didn't know how long he had been squinting slightly, like a beast in the night, gasping for air that made people extremely frightened, but if the sun rose, he might be able to see a trace of confusion and hesitation in this eyes that were difficult to look at.

This shouldn't be the eyes that a strong man should show, this should be the eyes that a strong man should show?

"This day is still here." The imp muttered behind the bear, although the sun would rise tomorrow and usher in the biggest battle of his life, but before this battle, the imp found that there was no trace of turmoil in his heart, as if he couldn't feel his heartbeat. Is it really dead? It's not the first time in the life of the little ghost that he has had such doubts.

"Going to have a good meal after fighting?" The man nicknamed the Big Stomach King seems to have created a hint of dark humor on this occasion.

The imp couldn't help but laugh out loud, but the laughter was a little abrupt in the desolation.

"Go over and eat the best stuff in the world's mountains." The imp took a deep breath and said, forcing the smile that didn't come from nowhere.

"It's vulgar." Beside the bear, a man sitting on a stone and wiping a long knife said disdainfully, as if this was an insult to them if he put it in this swallow pass, and made it look like he was playing at home, and if he didn't die.

"If you are hungry, you will die, just like a knife in your hand." The big stomach king said, touching the belly that screamed, there seems to be no difference between a person who has been dedicated to eating all his life and a person who has been dedicated to a knife all his life.

The swordsman smiled, not questioning anything.

"I heard that Beijing Zhao Baichuan has the best big knife black blade in China, but unfortunately I couldn't hand it over to him, if I can get that knife, the Sprinkle family will really be worth it in this life." The swordsman said, looking fascinated, maybe this is something that supports Deadpool to climb forward.

"Then you don't think there's a chance you'll be able to see it." The man who stood in the dark from beginning to end spoke softly, and his voice barely fluctuated at all, making people sound like ∑ ≌dǐng∑≌diǎn∑≌小∑≌ said, .2 ■ 3. ◎ os_ (); The sound of the machine is average.

It's black humor again, but this time no one answers, as if they acquiesced to the statement.

No one questioned it, and that was the scariest thing.

Beijing's most exclusive security company, Dǐng Building.

Three men stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the black room, as if waiting for the sunrise.

"Pass the word, let the brothers prepare to go to Yanziguan, there are families to stay, children to stay, parents to stay, and the people who stay are one million each." The intoxicating man said lightly, with a cold expression, this man who was like Wen Yu had never shown such an expression as Guo.

Shen Yi, who was wearing a Tang costume and braids, wanted to say something, but finally endured it all and silently exited the room.

"I didn't expect you to plan to help him, this is taking the entire Hundred Ghosts Night Walk as a bet, it took so many years to build this Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, you are really willing to do it." The man nicknamed the thug touched his big yellow back, and although one eye couldn't see anything, the rest of the eyes were extremely sharp.

This organization, which has no people but code names and no names, has gone through how many ups and downs to reach this height, and the thugs who witnessed this qiē are the most qualified to say that it is blood and war that give the Hundred Ghosts a place in Beijing, and this road, I don't know how many people's blood and lives are stained.

Now let this qiē become a bubble, the thugs are a little unbearable, and always feel that they have failed too many things, although he has failed too much in his life.

"He just did what I didn't dare to do, now, I don't need to lower my eyebrows, in the final analysis, the death of the big teacher back then, wasn't it because of the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce? I knew everything, but I didn't say anything, and I didn't want to go on like this. The intoxicating man leaned over his body and spoke intermittently, as if his body had collapsed after saying this.

The thug was stunned, seemed to understand something, and fell silent.

"Maybe this may push the Hundred Ghosts into a corner, but I will definitely not regret it, thug, let's fight side by side again, let the Death Reaper fight side by side again, I think the great teacher will be happy to see our group of living dead like this." The drunken man turned his head to look at the thugs, as if he didn't know what kind of opponent they were going to face, but were they still facing less of a death battle back then?

The two hands clasped together in the air, and the sound broke the silence of the night.

"If I die, I must be buried on the mountain of the great teacher." The thug spoke, but with a smile on his face.

"No one will die." The intoxicating man said, with the same smile on his face, this is a pair of difficult brothers, who have experienced too much, want to get too much, get too much that they shouldn't get, have the troubles of this era but envy the troubles of the small people, dreaming of being a hermit facing the loess with his back to the sky, instead of hiding in the city and the rivers and lakes, it is too far away.

"No one." The thug repeated it again and muttered something in a whisper, but no one, and no one wanted to listen.

The night view of Beijing is so beautiful that people can't help but sink intoxicated.

In this piece of beauty, there are too many stories, sleeping children, ambitious young people who can't sleep at night, crushed people, exiled people, homeless people, drunk people, maybe only a piece of prosperity plus a touch of naked black, can form this piece of beauty.

"I don't know why, but I always feel like something is going to happen tomorrow." In the small hotel, Gong San'er touched his chin and looked at the sky in Beijing, just the sixth sense, and always felt that there was something hidden under the black clouds, giving people a feeling that the black clouds were pressing down on the city.

Xiao Ye often has this feeling, although he is completely crazy in the eyes of outsiders.

"Something is bound to happen tomorrow." Dayue sat on the chair and said, this huge block makes people afraid that the chair will be crushed like this.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Sichuan, who is used to living in a small hotel, or has adapted to the rush of life, always feels that he is walking around with Xiao Ye Wai Jiayue, and there is a feeling that he is filming TV series every day.

Of course, this is a TV series that hurts when you are beaten, resentful when you are scolded, and tired after walking for a long time, and the role you play is not the protagonist, those lofty things can always give Sichuan an extremely deep feeling.

"Kiss grabbing." Gong San'er picked up a toothpick.

Sichuan is used to this rushing life, Gong San'er is used to quitting smoking, or his own cigarettes are picked up by the man for him.

"Men and women?" Sichuan asked innocently with his chin on the bed, although life is still turbulent, Sichuan's dark skin has gradually improved, and it is extremely spiritual, and even makes Gong San'er feel a little bad with him.

"Man." Da Yue grinned, the two big men went to save a man, and it was estimated that it was a joke when it was passed out.

Sichuan smiled, he knew who it was, but he still couldn't help but be curious, but Sichuan knew that there were some things that it was better not to ask.

The dark thunder is rolling, and the thunder, which is far, far away from Beijing, seems to be taking advantage of this huge wind and slowly approaching.

Swallow Pass, the northernmost point in Beijing, is illuminated like daylight by flashes, and the thunder seems to hit the ground, and this thunderbolt is like a thunderbolt at hand.

Compared to the rising sun, they were the first to wait for this thunder, as if the age was furious.

"Deputy Chief, I'll leave first, and I'll hand it over to you." The ghost king standing at the end of the swallow pass said.

The man carrying the sword slightly diǎn diǎn head, in the lightning and thunder, that face was a little pale, pale to the extreme.

The ghost king smiled and looked around at the entire Swallow Pass, this was the entire life-reelling ghost.

"Brothers, this is the last battle of the reaper and the first battle of the new era, it does not have to be born or die, I hope we can be remembered." The ghost king said lightly, maybe it won't play any role in inspiring the morale of the army, but for these people who have been through a hundred battles, if they say something else, it would be hypocritical and hypocritical.

There was no answer, only the furious thunder, but not a drop of rain fell.

"It's an honor, along the way, our life, there are enough things to deduce, thank you for accompanying this hopeless life-seeking ghost for so long and so long, now let my little boy take the first step." The ghost king arched his hand, it seemed that the king of this life-seeking ghost had always been so humble, he had always been like a rickety, he was not a king, but he had already defeated the king.

There was a roar, and these overpowered the thunder.

Xiao Tong smiled, and a thunderbolt appeared behind him, but his face was resolute, and he did not change in the slightest because of this, and he rushed to Gong Shisan, who was beside him, and the two got on a land patrol parked nearby, and killed them from an unknown path in Yanzi Pass.

The battle has already begun, at the beginning of the era, at the end of the era, from beginning to end, this era has been playing this game of breaking the net every day.

For these people who support the backbone of the times, every day, every hour, every moment, is a battle, not to mention life, just to survive has done their best.

But finally, at last, there is finally the first toad that jumps out of the warm water, and is it still far from the second, and the third, and the fourth, so that a torrent is formed? This is destined to be a story of fighting sorrow and turning into even more sorrowful.

There will never be an end, this is a road of no return, but fortunately, there are laughter and tears, love and sorrow, life and death on this road.

These things add the color of life to these gray lives.