When Zeng Jingheng and the others followed the bloodstains to the final scene.

The perpetrators have left them with only an incomparably powerful back.

is so arrogant that he is about to burst the muscles of the vest.

A terrifying figure that is absolutely unforgettable after only seeing one face.

The King of Terror, the Night Tower of the West Gate.

I didn't expect it to be him.

The room was a hell of the world.

But fortunately, Zeng Jingheng, who had already experienced a similar scene, had already developed immunity, even the rookie policewoman Ji Xiang who had vomited more than twice before, and had actually vomited more than twice, barely resisted the urge to vomit, and just looked at the room with a pale face.

There are no living people anymore, right?

Is......

At this moment, the woman who was originally considered to be the last survivor was burning with blue flames all over her body, and she was about to die.

A hand was stretched out.

A delicate, white, woman's hand.

Suddenly stretching out a woman's hand in such a terrifying scene is still an extremely terrifying thing.

But fortunately, the people present can be regarded as people with unusually strong nerves.

Seeing that there were still survivors, they all ran over to save people non-stop.

After all, this might be the last clue.

Zeng Jingheng and the others opened the corpse of the woman who had lost the breath of life, and they were about to pull out the owner of the delicate and white hand.

Unexpectedly, the owner of that hand hugged the woman who was already dead and refused to let go.

The kind of resoluteness that made the knuckles turn white made everyone present silent for a while.

Moreover, she also whispered: "Mom ......"

Although it is Japanese, even Zeng Jingheng, a Japanese idiot, can understand this simple word completely.

Especially the kind of pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The answer is already obvious.

A surviving daughter whose mother protected her with her body before she died.

"Be careful not to touch the flames." Just when everyone was silent, Fuji Yayi suddenly said, because the girl refused to let go, Ahe's hand, which was about to open the mother's body, was about to touch the blue flame that had not yet burned out.

"What is this?" As if pricked by a needle, Ah He let go of his hand, but then realized that if he let go, the flames might hurt the surviving girl, and he immediately lifted the body from another angle, which was gradually losing its temperature.

"The Soul Devouring Fire is the specialty of the bubble noodle demon Li Goudan, and it has the ability to burn the soul, and in his heyday, even if you just take a look at this flame, your soul will be damaged a lot." As she spoke, Fuji Yayi squatted down and stretched out her hand to gently hold the girl's hand that refused to let go.

Her expression was gentle, like an older sister, gently soothing her sister.

Her hand took the girl's hand and transmitted her temperature to the girl's already cold body.

Gradually, the girl's body began to relax, and the hand holding her mother also loosened.

Zeng Jingheng: They could finally move the dangerous corpse that was still burning with the Soul Devouring Fire.

But it may be the feeling of losing her mother all of a sudden, and the girl, who had already stabilized herself, suddenly became excited again, and she broke free from Fuji Yi's hand.

Then like a homeless little beast, he crashed into Ah He's arms.

Hold on to it and never let go, like a drowning man, grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

Ah He was so overwhelmed by the sudden attack that he opened his arms in embarrassment, not daring to touch the girl's body at all.

"This ......" his face turned red for the first time in a century, and even his voice was a little twisted.

The girl ignored his feelings at all, and hugged him tighter and tighter, as if she was going to wrap around his body.

"Miss......" Ah He didn't know what to do, and looked at the others for help.

But he found that the beasts had begun to observe the situation around him, completely leaving him a helpless young man behind.

"Sister Tsing Yi......" Ah He could only ask for the last help, his voice was a little trembling, he was usually a relatively taciturn person, and he really rarely asked others for anything.

It's so embarrassing right now.

"She needs comfort now." Unexpectedly, Fuji Lingyi actually looked like you should take good care of her, and began to explore the surrounding scene.

There was no way, he could only carefully close his outstretched arms little by little, and then approached the girl's back extremely stiffly.

To be honest, Ah He is so big, and he really hasn't hugged a girl like this.

Although he used to be a good character, in terms of male and female affairs, he is at most joking with others to say which street chicken tastes better.

If you really want him to do it, he doesn't have that mind.

So, his face turned redder.

When his hand finally touched the corner of the girl's clothes, Ah He could clearly feel her body tremble slightly.

But then, she calmed down again.

Silent.

This was followed by a slight sob.

But she probably didn't want to cry herself, so she honestly and unceremoniously bit Ah He's chest.

It didn't matter if it hurt Ah He, but the feeling of thin teeth tearing at his flesh through his clothes, and the feeling of slight tears soaking his clothes, was really strange.

Ah He has lived for so many years, and he has never encountered such a strange thing.

"Hey...... You...... Don't be sad. Ah He has always only threatened people, and he can't comfort people at all, so he had to say clumsily at the moment, and as if he couldn't think of anything else, he said, "Well...... My name is Ahe. ”

No response.

The girl still buried her head in his arms, crying muffledly.

So the two of them, two strangers who weren't even meeting for the first time, hugged each other and stood in that boundless bloody hell.

Quietly feel each other's breath.

Slowly, Ah He's heartbeat began to speed up, and the girl who was leaning on his chest could feel the rhythm at all.

"My name is ...... Ashi. ”

The girl's voice was so small that Ah He thought he had misheard.

But feeling the heat rising slightly in his chest, he knew he had heard him right.

Ashi.

Ashi......

It's strange that she actually speaks Chinese, although it's not very standard.

But Ah He still understood.

Ah Shi, he suddenly remembered the unparalleled but ill-fated woman of Japan's Warring States.

That's what the name is called.

I don't know why, but he's a little sad.

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