In ancient times, literati often pinned their affection on spring and autumn, with the sentimentality of spring nights, and with the lyrical worries of autumn. Thousands of years of vicissitudes and times have changed, but now the most emotional season has become summer. The high temperature of steaming and roasting squeezes the water in the human body out of the pores in the form of sweat, and then comes out the oil under the skin and the emotions flowing in the bone marrow.

No matter how young you are, the memory of summer will remain unforgettable in the hearts of every teenager, just like the spring and autumn in the hearts of the rotten Confucian in ancient times.

In Song Xiaocheng's summer memories, in addition to being like everyone else, there are popsicles, game consoles and swimming pools, flower water, cicadas and sweating, this summer, his memory has to add another unique touch.

At the end of the summer at the age of twenty-six, he was experiencing a massacre.

He couldn't tell whether he was just a bystander watching the excitement or a butcher wielding a butcher's knife with his own hands. By the time the fanatical followers of the Flame Brotherhood swooped down on him with their knives, guns, and clubs, he had lost count of how many stubble shards were at his feet, and he couldn't remember how many waves of attacks it was.

When he was a child, he read to "all things and people are born, and no one has anything and the sky", Song Xiaocheng was also glad that maybe I didn't have the opportunity to witness the tragic image of "piling up corpses, pillowing hands and feet, and blood and water into the blue ochre" in my life, so I only embraced the beautiful city and modern civilization.

However, after all, the destiny is unsatisfactory, the steel knife always has to meet the flesh and blood, and the skin is just a fire in the end. In the past, the self-proclaimed and undisputed old man who only wanted to die on the keyboard and mouse in peace and security is now also taking a lot of lives in the barbaric Colosseum.

The Dome of Fire is now worthy of its name.

"Why...... Why slaughter us!"

Why?

Why does it rain, why does the earth shake, why does the wolf devour the lamb, why does the wind and snow destroy the village?

Why do zombies eat people? Why don't people want to be eaten by zombies? Who did the other "heretics" who died tragically in the Dome of Fire commit this? Why did the girl hanging on the wall of the shadow wall suffer this calamity?

Why should I kill you? because you deserve to be killed!

"O my brothers, faithful believers in the flames, do you see, our faith is not understood by the world! they are determined to slaughter us, to destroy our faith! O my brothers, do not fear death, but fight against heresy!"

Millions of bee swarms are the only ones that follow, and tens of millions of zombies are the only human lives. Under the dark face covering, although he is a living person, he has no autonomous will. How is it different from the walking dead, how is it different from mosquitoes, flies and ants?

"Coward, do you only dare to hide behind your followers, and your followers are slaughtered to protect you, do you dare to challenge them in person!?"

He didn't dare at all. Harlow the goatee is nothing more than a little man who plays with words and manipulates people's hearts. There must be someone else who is really high up and holding the reel.

"The Flame Burst Sect Master will punish you! The Flame Lord will devour everything you have!"

"Then let him let the horse come, and don't let the innocent fool die for him!"

The moonless night watched the duel silently, with those countless pairs of dry and dull eyes.

In fate, the meeting of the two has long been destined, just like the left and right pieces of a fruit. Although each other's blood sources have nothing to do with each other, the favor of power has separated a brother and a brother.

"I was in despair that day, praying to the heavens, but a mosquito landed in my empty palm. I crushed the blood-sucking demon to death, and left this gift of heaven in the palm of my hand. You ask me why I shed the blood of the innocent, why do you let the killing flow, because my strength is the gift of killing, and my prayers will be filled with cruelty and pain!"

The Flame Brotherhood Flame Flame Sect Master - it turns out to be such a character.

"There is a red blood mole on the palm of the left hand. Song Xiaocheng still remembers the words at that time.

You and I are born biased, but today I want to fight to the death.

Song Xiaocheng really never thought that the story would develop like this, but he was not surprised that luck favored him so much - in order to find the traces of the arsonist, he went to the morgue to lie in wait all night, but this caused the zombie apocalypse;

There is no need to bother to speak, let alone blame yourself out of thin air! The battle of fate has been announced, and two fire dragons are churning over everyone's heads!

Weak mortals are running around with their heads in their arms, desperate to survive and save themselves. The fanatical believers also saw the flames for what they were: no different from the butcher who slaughtered countless brothers.

They tore at each other's flesh and skin, hammering each other's muscles and bones. The flames here vowed to burn the skins over there, and the red flames over there also said that they would dry the brains here. The heat was boiling the hair and skin of the body, and the heat was scorching the internal organs, and the nails of one had been burned and cracked, and the eyeballs of the other were choked so that there were no tears to flow. No one is willing to let anyone do anything, and no one is willing to take half a step back. Which side is soft-hearted or less slackening, the two of them are determined to compete to see who is the true "Lord of the Flame".

Song Xiaocheng relied on his superior strength, and his momentum and fire were one level higher, but the Flame Explosion Sect Master was more proficient in the art of fighting, dodging left and right, and being agile and dexterous. For a while, it was difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

The cult leader above 10,000 people was laughing arrogantly: "I heard that there is a kid who has the same strength as me, but today I saw it really extraordinary. Maybe you and I have experienced similar dreams, then you should have seen the end of the world too!"

Song Xiaocheng did not relax, revealing a distorted face from the shaking airflow: "This wicked person who is thirsty for murder, it turns out that you have also seen that evil god! No wonder you formed this man-eating cult and allowed human nature to sink from the world!"

But the wicked man who burst into flames stepped forward and pushed a burst of flame towards the enemy he had met for the first time: "Nearly 100 of my sect members were killed and injured in one night, how can you be qualified to accuse me of my actions? I see that you and I have similar qualities, so why don't you submit to me and conspire with me!"

Song Xiaocheng laughed loudly when he heard this: "Shameless villain, how dare you be on a par with me? My strength is born greater than yours! You and I really want to go together, and I am here for this today - the power you stole from me will be returned to me tonight!"

The fury of the villains is surging to the sky, the murderous intent is soaring, and the heat wave is rampant. Song Xiaocheng retracted his right hand and pressed the fire, and the stalemate was instantly reversed.

The villain did not know that he was in a deep predicament, and his red eyes could no longer see the enemy. It's just wishful thinking to see that the other party has collected the fire, so he has to tilt the firepower inch by inch, wanting to win in one fell swoop.

The hot flames were still gushing, but they were all sucked into Song Xiaocheng's palm. The corners of the villain's tall mouth began to fall, and the scene before him was unbelievable: his power had flowed like a flood from an embankment, and all of it had flowed into the palms of the cold-faced enemy in front of him. In despair and shock, he tried to cut the torrent with his other hand, but to no avail—in a moment he became a mortal man, worthless.

The smoke disappeared for a while, and the disaster was clear. The heavens are still the same sky, the earth is still the same land, but the two people on the earth are different: one is a dead candle and a dead lamp, and the other has a new life.

"Why does it have to be? I'm just saving the world. Although it is built on the suffering of a few, it preserves the lives of many more!"

Song Xiaocheng didn't answer, just picked up his companion from the ground and walked out of the fire dome - since the mission of this trip has ended, there is no need to talk to a waste again.

The cultists who were hiding came out from all corners, chanting to pay homage to the new Flame Blasting Sect Master. Although the man could not bear his irritability, he comforted everyone:

"The life should be lived, and the joy should continue to be happy. It's just that there's one less sect leader, so it's not a big deal. In troubled times, disasters have not passed. I'm going to take these people away, and you will continue to try to live, but don't kill the innocent again. ”

Some of the believers knelt and kowtowed, and some bowed and sang. Only a few young people knew the general idea, and drove the old jeep that had been snatched early.

Song Xiaocheng sat in the co-pilot, and a companion who was not seriously injured was responsible for driving. The other was lying in the back seat, with the dying former Sect Master tied up in the back box.

Lao Pi was cut in the belly during the fight, and he could only hold his intestines with both hands, and he was dizzy and did not forget to tell the driver: "Mai Li, drive steadily, don't turn the parts out of me." ”

On the last empty seat, there was a large dog cage with a happy little zombie inside.

Before leaving, Song Xiaocheng remembered: "Isn't there another young lady? Why is there one less person?"

"Halfway through the fight, she was carried out, saying that she had been chosen to be the new 'Mother of Flames'. ”

When the car drove to the shadow wall in front of the warehouse door, sure enough, the woman hanging on the wall had been replaced by a new one. The unfurled wings on his back were still dripping with blood, and his whole body was still twitching from pain and torture.

"Don't ...... Help me......"

Song Xiaocheng got out of the car and looked at the woman—even though her hair was messy and her body had been trampled to the point that she was difficult to become a human, she could clearly see that this was one of the twins who went to Huan Lingyu's house with him the day before yesterday. He reached forward to untie the hook and rope for her, but heard the dying voice of the naked woman:

"Don't ...... Don't save me......"

What is freedom? What is compulsion? If it were placed in ordinary times, perhaps Song Xiaocheng would think that being able to choose the games he wants to play and the movies he wants to watch, and the food he wants to eat and the food he doesn't want to eat is considered freedom.

At this time, he suddenly understood that some people are suffering when they live. Even when people outside her tried to force her to live—whether out of selfishness or moral constraints—she still longed for freedom.

He had already killed a lot of people tonight, but Song Xiaocheng decided to kill another one.

In order to fulfill her freedom and put an end to her suffering, the heavy hands ignited the flame of compassion.

"May you be free, may you rest in peace. ”