The rain gradually stopped, and the dim moonlight returned.

On the completely shattered white stone mountain road, a wounded monkey climbed to the highest peak with difficulty with a half-broken brass stick, shaking the fluff all over his body, and the rain mixed with blood splashed on the ground.

Behind him was the Shura Hell made of countless broken flesh and broken black-clothed powder, the only shape that could still be seen was the crab monster and the undead monster, but the mechanical limbs of the crab monster were completely shattered, his body sewn together by something was stinking purple liquid, and the white bone armor of the undead monster was shattered into powder, but his body was not damaged in the slightest, but he could no longer move, as if a magic machine had lost power.

Sun Wukong shook his head a little dizzy, and barely took a step, but it was difficult for his body to insist on his actions with all his strength, just one step and the whole person staggered and almost fell to the ground, holding the copper giant stick that had almost completely broken with one hand, Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, and the force almost made his sharp teeth pierce his lips, and finally he stood up.

Then he suddenly stopped moving, because he saw a sword. An emerald green strange-shaped greatsword, at this moment it was quietly inserted in the brightly lit white stone square, and there were remnants of rain flowers sliding from its perfect sword, as sharp as before.

But...... But the man who once held this strange-shaped sword and shuttled like a meteor in the rainy night was gone.

There was only the white stone square where the rain was dripping, and only General Burnham Darkwell in pitch-black full-body armor was standing alone, his pitch-black long sword had been retracted into the pitch-black sheath, he didn't look at Svein and Darius on the ground, nor did he look at Sun Wukong, who was staggering forward with a bronze broken stick, but raised his head and looked at the dark silhouette of a distant mountain not far away.

Sun Wukong looked at the emerald green for a long time and then spoke, his voice hoarse as if something was plugging his throat: "Is he really dead?" ”

The silent statue-like general moved his head, as if he had come back to his senses, and his dark eyes glanced at Sun Wukong and gave a low sigh of encouragement, but he didn't mean to do anything to Sun Wukong.

"Seeking kindness and reaping benevolence is also a worthy death." Sun Wukong looked straight at the emerald green long sword, and suddenly laughed loudly and sharply twice, but after laughing, he even laughed out of blood, "It's a pity, it's a pity......"

"The revenge will not be avenged, but it is a pity...... But ...... "Before the word was spoken, Sun Wukong's copper-yellow broken stick on the ground was thrown out by him, but he finally fell to the ground weakly halfway because of his lack of strength, and after a few crisp sounds, he rolled to Burnham's feet and didn't move.

Sun Wukong glanced at the copper-yellow broken stick a little tiredly, felt that he was very sleepy, and wanted to say something more, but in the end, he couldn't resist the torture of the pain and fell straight back, rolling down the towering granite mountain like a rock, and submerged into the endless darkness.

General Burnham stopped looking at the entrance, kicked the broken stick at his feet, and watched it stagger and roll into the emerald green greatsword, which made a crisp birdsong in the empty night.

"It's a pity." He muttered to himself, then looked again at the distant mountain in the distance.

On that hill, a guy in a pitch-black cloak was also looking at the glittering old palace.

"That's all I can do to help you, old friend." He whispered into the night.

"See you again."

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A war college thousands of miles away. The showers stopped.

The dim lights wandered aimlessly around the corners of the streets, the sound of light music peeking through the cracks in the doors of the theater, and the crisp chimes of the horse-drawn carriages returning from night at the end of the streets, everything seemed serene and calm.

No one knows that there are many people dying tonight on the granite mountain thousands of miles away, and blood is covering the entire mountain road, and next year it may bloom bright flowers. No one would know that tonight, a meteor-like man died.

So no one will know what Heath Ledger is thinking at the moment.

Raindrops dripped from the dilapidated tents, and the worn-out wind lamps flickered on and off in the cold night breeze.

Heath Ledger reached out to catch the dripping rain flowers, one drop, two drops, and the cold feeling spread in the palm of his hand, it was very cold.

Heath Ledger took a deep breath and patted his sister's head on his lap, wanting to say something, but he heard a slight cry, and the little girl with tears on her face had not yet dried and had quietly fallen asleep.

Also, today, she must have been terrified.

Heath Ledger wiped away her tears as he remembered with some trepidation what had happened after he had entered the city that night.

It was still raining, and the head of the troupe, Sacco, said that the circus had run out of oil, and asked him to go out to buy it, and at that time he only vaguely felt that the oil was enough for three days, but he didn't think much about it.

But what happened after that...... Heath Ledger recalled the scene he had seen when he returned with a bucket of lamp oil, and couldn't help but clench his hands again until his fists turned white.

They, Sacco, the pig, he actually ...... would have dared to do such a thing, if it weren't for Heath Ledger feeling a little uneasy in the middle of the way, he didn't even bargain and ran back with an oil can......

So Jessica......

I remembered the way my sister's emaciated jade-like body struggled under the dim oil lamp......

Remembering the circus scum surrounding the pig, they were lewdly chasing Jessica into a corner......

Heath Ledger's ears seemed to hear the sound of his clothes being torn again, and he turned his head sharply to look at the dagger he had brought out of the village.

What does it feel like to kill?

"Brother......

"I'm here." Heath Ledger, who was almost stunned, woke up after hearing his sister's shout, and hurriedly looked at the thin girl on his lap, but he didn't expect it to be just his sister's dream whispering.

Heath Ledger breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously glanced at the puddle that had accumulated in front of his tent, and was immediately startled by himself inside.

The eyes were as red as hungry beasts......

"I really want to kill you." Heath Ledger couldn't help but whisper as he looked at his sister's thin brows, which were still frowning from time to time in her sleep.

"Brother......" Jessica shouted again.

"I'm here." Heath Ledger thought she was dreaming again, and didn't care.

"Don't kill." Jessica opened her eyes and said quietly, "We'...... Not a demon. ”

Heath Ledger froze there, demon......

"How so?" It was a long time before Heath Ledger smiled and said, "We're good people, not demons." ”

"Well, he's a good man." Jessica smiled, and smiled purely. That smile reminded Heath Ledger of the pond in his hometown many years ago, where you could see the red carp at the bottom in the spring.

"Sleep, brother guards you." Heath Ledger laughed, but his eyes looked through the gap in the tent into the silent darkness of the night.

Are you a good person...... Got candy to eat?

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The first update.

I'm not supposed to play lol...... But it's been revised...... Accidentally hit two handfuls......

All right...... I work hard to code the word and make the second change immediately.