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The name brand was behind him, lingering, and finally reluctantly fell. Fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots, which is an eternal law. People are no exception, and since you choose to fight, then you also have to pay a considerable price.

Wu Yu stood there, his back to everyone, his face a little dazed. Sometimes he can't see others clearly, as if he can't see himself clearly, the man is not powerless to fight back, but he doesn't move.

The sound of nothingness lingering in his ears, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake, just the moment the two people collided, when the palm of his hand just touched the brand, the man seemed to say a word, very light... So light that it's almost inaudible.

"Please get out of here, I know I don't have the strength, if you have the chance, don't let anyone else come here. I don't want any of my sisters to die here, but I can't..."

The next moment, the two passed by, and Wu Yu thought about stopping, but he couldn't. Most of the name brand has been torn off, and the strong inertia has made him alive and brought the name brand down.

Is this life? Wu Yu shook his hand, this is the real life.

"Wu Yu." Yuan Rong ran up, and the battle ended so quickly that no one could even see what was happening. The man had already fallen to the ground.

Fresh blood seeped into the ground, and the red became more and more vivid. She looked at that red and was a little scared, if the person who lost just now was Wu Yu, then the person lying on the ground now...

After looking up and down to make sure that Wu Yu was really not injured, she put her mind at ease.

"I didn't lie to you, I said I'd be fine." Rubbing Yuan Rong's head, Wu Yu had a bright smile on his face. There are some things he doesn't want to say, happiness always has to be shared, but sad and sad, just keep it for his own taste.

"Hmm." Yuan Rong nodded his head slightly, but immediately asked, "Then what are you going to do with him?" ”

The slender finger pointed at the king on the side. Lin, the man lying on the ground, blood gushing from a wound out of nowhere, all over the ground.

"Throw it here, leave it alone." Wu Yu shook his head at Shao Zeyang, who wanted to lift his body up, "This is our rule, if we die, we will die, how can we be buried in the ground." ”

Hearing his words, Shao Zeyang stopped what he was doing, "You're not lying to me, the people on the road are finally angry, how can they throw their brother's corpse and ignore it?" ”

"Huh." Wu Yu smiled and shook his head, "You don't understand. ”

He didn't go on to explain that this was not a rule of the Tao at all, but a rule of hell. Legend has it that in some places where a person dies, he can let his body go to hell instead of his soul, and his soul will go to heaven.

This is hell, a living hell. Will Wang. Lin's body was thrown here and the devil tortured his body, so that he could truly enter heaven in peace. This may also be the last blessing that Wu Yu can do to that man.

"Let's go." Wu Yu sighed deeply, and didn't look at the three people who were lying there, even with their body temperature. Holding Yuan Rong's somewhat cold little hand, he walked forward.

Although he didn't believe Wu Yu's words, no one questioned them. The five men behind him quickly followed.

In the huge square, there was silence, only the footsteps of seven people. Just like when I came, the corridors around the square were as dark as they could not be seen.

The corpse behind him lay there quietly, like a tired child, obediently sleeping. Everything around was quiet, and the black was still so black, like the black dresses worn by the people attending the funeral.

The surrounding corridors are still bottomless, the monsters are quiet, the devils in hell have crawled out, and the monsters can't beat the devils.

There was a slight sound of wind behind him, like the low roar of a monster. When the devil is gone, the monster will wake up again, but where the devil has gone, all that is left is the corpse.

"It's noon." Wu Yu raised his head, looked at the pale gray sky, and said suddenly.

"Yes, it was half past seven when we came, and it should be twelve o'clock now." Yuan Rong looked at Wu Yu, who suddenly stopped, a little confused, "I can't get out anyway, why are you asking this." ”

"Hehe, it's noon, it's a pity, the last battle of the eldest brother, I didn't see it." Wu Yu shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Is it April 14th?" Shao Zeyang stared at a pair of big eyes as if he remembered something, "So you told me in the morning that you had to be home before half past ten, and that's because of this!" ”

"yes, not really." Wu Yu sighed again, "Anyway, I missed it, the last blood of a warrior was exhausted, and he galloped on the battlefield for twenty years, and the last battle of the gods, but unfortunately I couldn't see it." ”

"What the hell are you talking about?" Yuan Rong was a little angry, several people chatted so happily, and even Heyuan and Dongyue, who usually don't speak, came over with a look of pity.

"Kobe Bryant, I've heard of it." He Yuan's face was filled with a sense of sacredness.

"Of course you've heard of it, isn't it just a basketball player?" Yuan Rong frowned, "What about you?" ”

She's right, Kobe Bryant is an athlete, but it's different for us. He has been with us for twenty years, and he stood on the battlefield before we were even born.

Wu Yu hugged Yuan Rong over and said slowly: "You don't understand, this is not just a sport, this is a belief. He is our eldest brother, the invincible existence standing on the battlefield, he is a god. ”

"Well, I can't understand the world of you boys." Yuan Rong rubbed his head, looking unhappy, obviously still couldn't understand why these people were sighing for a game.

He didn't know that this kind of faith was like Jesus in Christianity and Buddha in Buddhism. In their hearts, that man was a god, a god who could not be surpassed.

The man was more of a warrior than a player, standing on the battlefield and facing all the enemies.

They will never forget the man with a torn Achilles tendon, holding a basketball, walking to the free throw line and shooting two balls into the basket with precision.

This is a warrior, bleeding out, but the sword in his hand is still so tight, slashing at the enemy who is approaching. He may have been covered in bruises, but he didn't care.

The sky was still dull, without the slightest fluctuation, Wu Yu lowered his head and looked at the road ahead. The eldest brother ended his last battle, but their battle had only just begun.