In the wee hours of the morning, a purple lightning bolt with a wake-up call slid down the gap in the pitch-black clouds. In the peaceful town, people who had gone to bed early were awakened and ran to the yard to put away all the clothes on the hangers.

Just as they rushed into the house with their clothes in their arms, the rain crackled and fell to the ground in an instant, and countless people sighed and patted their chests with rejuvenation. Praise the God of Light for the timely reminder.

On the eve of the rainstorm, Pique also walked to the door of the lumberyard.

A huge bolt of lightning illuminated the scene before him for a moment, and he froze there.

I saw a huge hole in one of the door panels of the lumber yard, as if someone had smashed it out with a giant hammer. Another broken door lay on the ground, covered in stucco.

Snap!

Another huge flash of lightning escaped from the dark clouds like a purple multi-legged centipede.

Peake saw countless footprints lying on the door panel on the ground.

Something happened at home!

Peake was startled, and after a short silence, he immediately rushed in! He was the first to go to the main building where his grandfather lived! Rushing into the house—the eyes were in chaos and shattering: the solid wood table made of fine wood had been torn off, the intricately carved classical chair had broken its legs and was lying lonely in the gloom in the corner; the dozen rows of two-person high bookshelves had been completely overturned! countless books made of dark brown brown were torn to shreds; the ceiling of the ceiling had been pierced down, and the huge candle the thickness of an arm had been trampled into a cake-like strip......

Bang!

Huge crashing sound!

It was a whirlwind wooden staircase to the second floor, and it broke from it!

Sawdust and smoke filled the entire space, beads of sweat fell from Peake's head, and at this moment, his heart went blank.

He stepped on the bookshelves that had fallen to the ground and moved slowly inside.

Syllable!

A piece of wood was shattered by his stepping on it, directly devouring half of his calf!

The dust stirred, and Peake waved away the gray mist in front of him, pulling his leg out of the shattered plank.

As he moved, the squeaking sound rang out beneath his feet, continuous, continuous, and the sound was mixed with a sense of incomparable fear and a sense of survival in a desperate situation, which made Peake stop there.

He flipped through the broken planks, ignoring the broken layer of thorns, and reached for the soles of his feet.

Soon, a fluffy mouse appeared in his hands.

For this mouse, Peake was supposed to be the god of light in its eyes, its broken forelimbs trembling and its mouth squeaking as if it were praying the most pious of prayers.

Finally, Pique gently placed it on the ground, allowing him to limp away and throw it away.

The story of a man with good intentions rescuing a desperate rat from the rubble has nothing to praise in itself. Peake only hoped that if his grandfather and Ryder were in danger, someone would lend a helping hand.

Tears slowly slipped down his face, and without further hesitation, he immediately rushed to the broken staircase, using his hands and feet together, and endured the tearing sensation in his neck, he climbed up.

The second floor, the same chaos, the same dilapidation.

There was no light, so he could only quickly grope forward with the memories in his mind, and finally, he came to his grandfather's door.

The door was closed, but Peake hesitated, what if he pushed the door open and saw what he didn't want to see?

In the murky air, in absolute silence, Peake took a heavy breath and slowly put his hand on the door.

Squeak!

The wooden door was slowly pushed open.

Peake appeared in his grandfather's room.

Thundered!

Lightning streaked and thunder rang out.

Pique was stuck there.

He found that the house was empty!

The classical brown futon lay limply on the floor, the whole bed seemed to be slammed two feet sideways, and leaned diagonally, the wall lamps fell to the ground to complain about the chaos that had happened in the room before, and a cold wind with a chill blew in through the broken window holes, and with it, the sound of violent rain.

Grandfather is gone!

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Pique sat in the corner with a pale face, staring blankly at everything.

"Go to Ryder. This is Zhu Tian's voice.

Yes, and Ryder, Ryder will definitely protect his grandfather!

Peake struggled to get up from the floor, rushed out the door, and returned downstairs.

At this point, the rain was pouring down, and Peake wanted to get more lightning so he could see the inside of the house.

Soon, Peake arrived at Ryder's house, which was still pitch black, and after waiting for a while, lightning flashed outside the house. He saw everything in the room.

Still no one!

Where did they go?

Peake gasped for breath, he was really panicked at this point, big drops of sweat slid from between his brows, and he felt his consciousness begin to become trance-like.

What's going on?

Why is all this......

Grandfather and Ryder are my only relatives in this world, is the god of light going to take them away from me? Listening to the sound of lightning coming from outside the house, he tried to discern from the sound that the god of light was going to convey to him.

Except for the sound of rain and thunder, the room was silent. Still, Peake could hear his own pounding heartbeat.

"It's the little duke Tran Satz. Zhu Tian analyzed.

Peake didn't answer, he cried, optimistic as he was, and then he couldn't help crying in despair.

"Pique, there's hope. Zhu Tian rarely spoke comfortingly.

He was desperate, mournful, weeping, and he cried hoarsely.

He felt the air freeze in front of him, turning into a solid solid, causing him to twitch his nose as fast as he could, unable to extract a little air from it.

All the injuries on his body broke out at this moment, and the burning pain in his chest entered his mind. But he didn't care at all, because invisibly, the big hand of death had already grabbed his heart, as if in the next second, his heart would suddenly burst open, leading him into the abyss.

As if he had hysteria, he suddenly stopped crying: "Peake, listen!"

The cry rang out again, his blue eyes blurred, and his black eyes were cold. "Listen to what?" he said in despair and hoarseness, "let...... What do I listen to?"

The drumbeat of the torrential rain hitting the ground, the muffled thunder tearing through the dark clouds, the faint roar of the wind, and...... Big Black Feet!

"Ah~oh...... Ah~ah~oh!" As he calmed down, he felt the sound of the donkey barking in the heavy rain becoming more and more obvious.

Suddenly, the big hand that grabbed Pique's heart collapsed instantly, and his heart opened and beat again.

Bang!

Almost brutally, he slammed open the wooden door in front of him and rushed into the pouring rain.

Huge raindrops hit the top of his head, on the pupils of his eyes, on the scars on his neck and shoulders.

In an instant, he was soaked!

In a trance, he discerned the direction and rushed towards the donkey shed like crazy!

The cry of Big Black Feet became more and more obvious, and before he could walk in, Pique's heart was already half cold! Big Black Feet had been with him for more than ten years, and of course Pique could distinguish some emotion from the terrible sound of the donkey's bark.

It was despair, helplessness, accusation and anger!

Peake rushed in desperately, the rain disappearing overhead, and the cries of the big black feet greeted him.

By the time he actually walked in, the blackfoot's screaming had stopped.

He didn't know how much impact he had received today, the panic and chaos had pushed him to the brink of collapse, and if he was allowed to see what he didn't want to see at this time, he didn't know if he could bear it.

But...... Fortunately...... Everything in front of him flattened his pounding heart...... I saw him shiver all over his body and slowly walked inside.

"Grandfather!" he crouched down, looked at the old trembling body on the straw mat, and then slowly hugged him.

The old man's body stiffened and sluggish, and his eyes widened as if he were stunned. "Pique...... You're back......" The voice was shocked, and the old man sat there with a purple face and a torn strip of cloth. There was fear in his old and hoarse voice, more anger after fear, "It's a good thing that you didn't come back before...... The group of people just now, they were so rude, they dared to use violence under the nose of the god of light! I have already told the god of light everything! Don't worry, Peake, grandfather is fine. He held in his hand a thick white paper, the Universal Divine Codex.

"Peake, don't cry, look at this sentence," the old man opened the Light Codex in the dark, sliding his wizened finger over the Universal Codex, and he read word by word: "Everything is under the gaze of the God of Light, everything is in the cycle of the light of faith, and those who use violence will eventually be swallowed by violence." Look at this last sentence, Peake......" He looked reverent, as if he was convinced that the god of light would perform miracles on him to punish the mobs.

Peake stiffened his hand, he tried to touch the blood on the old face, but stopped there. Outside the shed, the rain was even more rapid, and the water poured into the donkey shed. "Grandfather, how can there be so much blood on your hands?" Peake checked several times to make sure that the blood on the old man's hands was not his own.

"Wait...... That's right, Ryder!" the old man turned to look at his unconscious grandson beside him, and the anger on his face could not be suppressed. "If I were twenty years younger...... No, if I were ten years younger, how could I have them beat Ryder like this? The old man's hand pressed against his grandson's body, and he wanted to press back the blood that was slowly oozing back.

In the darkness, Ryder lay motionless, completely silent.

Only then did Peake react and hurried to check on Ryder's injuries.

I saw that the white gauze wrapped around his forehead had been torn off, and the old wound had not yet completely healed, and there was a faint sign of tearing, and what was more serious was the new wound on his body, one by one on his arm, lower abdomen, and thigh, the scratches were not deep, but they were extremely numerous! Peake looked at it roughly, and saw at least a dozen scratches! Half of his body was stained red with blood!

Those people used knives!

Seeing this, Peake gritted his teeth. A cold gaze flashed in the night, and a bolt of lightning struck, revealing countless bloodshots in his pupils.

"Grandfather, I have to help Ryder stop the bleeding first, you bear with me here for a while, and I'll be back soon!"

"Good...... Leave me alone......"

Before he had time to think about it, he carried Ryder out of the donkey shed and rushed into his cabin in the pouring rain.

Sure enough, this place has not been damaged, and it is the only pure land in the entire lumber yard.

"Ah!!h His consciousness seemed to be still in a trance, and he muttered in his mouth: "Grandfather...... Quick!Peak...... Go save Grandpa!"

Quickly dragging a wooden box out from under the bed, Peake shuddered and pulled out a large roll of gauze. "Grandfather's injuries are a little lighter than yours, and I must save you first. He tore the gauze into several strips with his teeth, and then took out the powder of the spare cloud grass and vine from the wooden box.

Quick, but sloppy, Peake poured the powder almost brutally over Ryder's wound, then quickly wrapped the bandage in order to stop the rapid loss of blood......