My face was full of tears, and I didn't want to say anything, but I didn't expect the green dragon in front of me to suddenly ask me a question with a trembling injury.

That is, since I was discharged from the army, have I ever done such an illegal thing as an inverted fight.

I didn't expect him to be struggling with this matter when he was seriously injured, and this is also the criticism that I have been hiding in the deepest part of my heart.

I trembled and defended myself, although I remembered that I had done a few wrong things, but it seemed that none of them succeeded, and the antiques I got with the fat man in Panshan were finally secretly bought by a domestic collector and not lost abroad.

It seemed like a comfort to me.

Unexpectedly, the green dragon in front of me suddenly glared at me, endured the pain on his body and said angrily: "I don't care what you have done, you must not do anything that is detrimental to the interests of the country and the people." ”

"Don't forget that you were a soldier."

He gritted his teeth and insisted on saying these words, and by this time I was already on my knees and crying.

Seeing that the black-clothed people in police uniforms surrounded him, he was not afraid at all, but instead looked at Qinglong, who was gradually losing his physical function, and saluted a standard military salute with his left hand.

It wasn't until the cold muzzle of the gun was already against my head that my heart finally felt a little moved, and I was now the only one left in the former soul slaying team.

I had carried their remains on my back at a depth of 800 meters and promised to bring them back to the surface, and now, decades later, their faces seem to come to life before my eyes.

"Cold Front, Captain... Spirit Monkey", these familiar and gradually unfamiliar names came to my mind again.

I couldn't help but cover my head and cry, I was tired of such a muddled life, I was already very tired, really, really tired.

Eventually, the gunshots rang out, and darkness fell in front of my eyes.

The pen I was holding tightly finally stopped as I wrote this, and I couldn't help but glance back at the name engraved on the wooden plaque, which was the soul slayer team that had been wiped out at a depth of eight hundred meters long ago.

Until the hoarse cry sounded, tears dripped down the old face and fell onto the notebook, "tick-tock", resounding in the wooden house on the remote Tibetan steppe.

As for what happened next, even I still can't believe it, after I closed my eyes and heard the gunshot.

I thought that this would end the nightmare half of my life, but I didn't expect to suddenly feel a strange figure in the woods.

It has long palms, sallow skin and exposed body, like a moving corpse.

Before he could react, two of the five black-clad men beside him who were pretending to be police officers had already been put down.

They were disemboweled alive by their claws, and blood splattered on the ground, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Seeing this, he hurriedly picked up the corpse of the green dragon and ran towards the dense jungle behind him, knowing that this was a chance for God to give me a chance to be reborn.

I don't want to die in such a mess.

He took advantage of the chaos to run farther and farther, and the gunshots came from behind him, but the sound didn't seem to be directed at him, but to fight with the monster that suddenly attacked.

I felt more and more uneasy in my heart, and I just wanted to put down the corpse of the green dragon and turn around and run back to see who the person who had saved my life just now was, a human or a monster?

It's just that when he just wanted to turn around and return, Qinglong's palm suddenly trembled, and he held back his last breath and didn't die.

His eyes stared at me with straight eyes, as if he wanted to say something to me.

I fell silent for a moment, bowed my head and crouched down, and vaguely heard him muttering a few words.

Intermittently, I vaguely heard the words "old chief" and "Taoist temple", and it was not until the end that I finally heard the complete words spoken by Qinglong.

His face was pale at this time, and if he hadn't had a breath in his heart to hold on, he would have died long ago.

The voice of the green dragon echoed in his ears.

He even told me that after the two of us had separated, he had received a mysterious letter signed by the old chief, who had died many years earlier.

And the meaning of the letter is even more bizarre.

Originally, he thought this matter was a little strange, but he didn't expect that after discovering the tomb robbery notebook I left behind, he vaguely seemed to notice something.

And this is also the reason why he traveled thousands of miles to the mountains of Xiangxi to find me.

With a trembling palm, Qinglong took out the diary of Wu Laogou from his arms along with the envelope, and handed it to me.

Then he gradually lowered his head.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and the tears that had been drained were once again pouring like an unstoppable riverbank.

"Remember, no matter what you do in the future, you can never do anything that goes against the interests of the people, and don't forget that you are a soldier."

Qinglong's words before he died have been echoing in my mind.

Like a steel knife stabbing into his heart, I am the only one left in the soul removal team that belonged to the old chief decades ago.

It was drizzling in the dim sky, and dark clouds shrouded the entire huge Xiangxi Mountain, until a strange scream suddenly sounded in my ears.

And the direction of the voice is the place where he and the few men in black disguised as police officers were attacked just now.

I held back the grief in my heart, and before I even had time to bury Qinglong's body, I hurried back according to the original footprints.

Unexpectedly, there was an extremely bloody scene in front of me, which froze me in place for a moment.

The few men in black who had originally raised their guns had been killed by the sudden monster, and the ground was littered with limb wreckage.

Blood splattered in the verdant woods, and the scattered human organs smelled of blood.

And I looked at the terrifying monster in front of me with sallow yellow skin, and the left and right sides of the body were more like completely stitched together with needles and threads, and suddenly remembered when I was in the underground tunnel of the Japanese army.

She had saved my life, and this was the third time.

The monster had two heads, and its body resembled twin sisters cut open and sewn together alive, and it was hard to imagine what kind of torture they had endured during their lifetime.

It's just that the head that looks like my sister has hung down, and its long, dry black hair is stained with blood, hiding the whole face in the hair.

And the face of a mature looking sister, like the face of the sister of the twins, looked at me directly, and then quickly turned away.

I was shocked by this look and broke out in a cold sweat, looking at the debris on the ground, as if even my hands and feet were a little frozen.

This kind of biochemical product from the little devil decades ago, it should be full of bloodthirsty killing nature, but why did you let me go one after another.

I felt more and more that the monster in front of me was inextricably linked to the mysterious man in the black and white photograph in a black jacket.

The raindrops poured down overhead, and when the twin monsters in front of me saw me, they didn't know why they seemed to be afraid to dodge.

The bloodthirsty gaze gradually narrowed from the shriveled eyes, and then plunged headlong into the deep mountains.

Seeing this, I hurriedly picked up the pistol on the ground and followed, filled with the pungent smell of formalin solution.

As I got closer, I don't know why I always felt my heart beating faster, and it was like a big stone appeared out of thin air in my chest and pressed hard.

Until the twin monsters in front of me finally stopped hiding, but stood two or three meters away from me with their backs to me.