Shirakawa was desperate, he didn't want to see such an ending.

With Lan Jie's arrival, the other samurai instinctively stepped aside, they were on guard, and the only one left with him was the red-haired captain.

Bai He turned his head to look at each other with difficulty, and Lan Jie happened to look at him, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds.

I don't know why, at this time, Bai He just wanted to remember the other party's face, and a strong desire to survive surged in his heart, he wanted to live.

"Humble thing, do you have anything else to say?" After Lan Jie retracted his gaze, he leaned down slightly, and he stretched out his hand with a mechanical claw and gently pressed it on Nanfeng's head.

"Ahem, ahem, always, someday, there will be, someone like me, take off your head." Nan Feng still had a smile on his face, and his eyes showed pity.

"Good!" The man sneered, and his hand suddenly exerted force.

Click, click, click.

"Nope! Stop! Let him go! Shirakawa roared hard.

Nanfeng didn't make any sound, his eyes kept looking at Bai He, and he kept smiling until he stopped breathing.

"It's boring, I'm leaving."

Lan Jie's hand grasped the skull that was dripping viscous liquid, and in the next moment, he directly crushed it to pieces, and then walked towards the ship.

"My lord, I'll send you!" The red-haired captain hurried after him.

As the ships and armored vehicles departed, and the streets gradually returned to calm, Shirakawa's expression was sluggish, and his mind was blank, and it was hard to believe that the fatal blow had not taken his life.

"Why, why is this happening."

"Why are they doing this?"

I don't know how long it has been, but gradually, Shirakawa began to think about these questions, and he was accepting the fact that Nanfeng had died.

The crisis has just passed, but new dangers have crept in, and some of the poor are ready to move, and they are not leaving in peace.

Because there is something that attracts them here, and for hungry people, everything that can be eaten is food, and no one will choose to give it up.

Some of the paupers were approaching the White River, their eyes filled with greed.

"Alright, the movie is over, it's time for us to get down to business." After the old man finished speaking, the display disappeared directly.

"Wait."

Seeing that the other party had left the house, Berger had no choice but to chase after him, and at this time, the poor people who were originally close to the White River dispersed in an instant.

The old man slowly came to Bai He's side, he glanced at the other party, and then resisted Nanfeng.

"Stop, stop, stop."

Shirakawa shouted weakly at the other party, but it was useless, and the old man ignored him and was walking towards his house.

"Quickly put down Uncle Nanfeng." Shirakawa was so anxious that he stood up tremblingly, everything in his eyes was overlapping, and there was a piercing pain in his spine, and he walked towards the house with difficulty.

"Stop, stop."

As soon as he stepped into the door, Bai He only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay for you." Seeing this, Berger subconsciously reached out to support Bai He, he felt that he was about to go crazy.

Click, click,

The familiar voice came again, and Bai He suddenly woke up, and he was desperate to find that he had come to this black dungeon again.

The guy who was exactly the same as himself was still doing the same thing, and now Bai He was powerless to stop it, but he was surprised to find that the other party seemed to be injured.

The guy's stomach was deeply dented, and Bai He looked horrified, and he instantly remembered that in the same place on his body, he had just been kicked by the red-haired captain before.

"You're so weak and pathetic." The guy sneered at Shirakawa, the corners of his mouth spilling viscous liquid.

At this time, the brown plain ushered in the night, the stars in the sky are bright, as if you are in a galaxy, you can intuitively look at it, those huge planets seem to land not far away, giving people a heavy sense of depression.

Fatigue makes it easy to fall asleep, because any wish can be granted, and the poor people of 10th Street are struggling to survive, so there is no need for entertainment during their breaks.

The empty streets, the silent houses, the subtle snoring one after another, became the unique music of the town, and yes, the sound of the wind and the sand and gravel.

Just like last night, the workshop was brightly lit, the door was open, and Ju Nan and Yinxing stayed at the door uneasily, at this time, the horror was a true portrayal of their hearts.

"I'm damned! I lost the young master. ”

Ju Nan blamed himself incomparably, he pounded his head in annoyance, his heart was full of regret, he shouldn't have let Berger go to the old man alone.

"I, I should have gone with it."

"Uncle Ju Nan, don't do this, Brother Berger will come back, I believe." Yinxing on the side couldn't bear to look at the other party like this, and comforted him in a low voice.

"Why did I come back, that house is gone, and the young master is gone, I'm such a stupid pig!"

In a steel building, Lan Jie sat leisurely on the sofa, his red wine glass kept shaking in his hand, a desk was placed not far away, and a middle-aged man with neat short hair was holding his head with one hand, his expression looked a little dignified, and his eyes were full of doubt.

"I don't understand why you're doing this?" The middle-aged man's gaze fell on Lan Jie, this was his old friend, he knew each other very well, but what he did this time was too unexpected.

"It's the fate of people like us to plant hope."

With a faint smile on his face, Lan Jie gently passed the wine glass to his lips.

"Hey, I'm afraid it's not good for you to calculate witches like this, they're too dangerous." The middle-aged man was faintly worried.

"It's not good, but I have to, it looks like the curse has already begun, after all, that's half of my body that I gave up." Lan Jie pulled the clothes off his arm, and it was obvious that some fingerprint-like bumps appeared on his skin.

"Is there a way to fix it?"

"No, but I will use the best equipment to delay the time of the curse outbreak, it should last for more than ten years, enough for him to grow." Lan Jie shook his head, he made the most conservative estimate.

"You really don't plan to tell him that you've had no feelings for more than ten years?" The middle-aged man didn't want the other party to do this, and he couldn't help but scold.

"Feelings, after giving up half of my body, I am not qualified to have this thing, he will become a strong man, to my surprise, the child of the Jingran family is also there, maybe this is the best result." Lan Jie preached meaningfully.

"It's said that he was swept away, I don't know if it's true or not, but this has nothing to do with us, don't you think about yourself, don't tell me about fate, as a friend, I don't want anything to happen to you." The middle-aged man looked dissatisfied.

"Friend, I'm with you, but my end is already doomed, after killing Nanfeng, my life is no longer my own, he will take my head, I'm gone, it's time to do that."

Soon after, Lan Jie was absent from the sofa, and the lone goblet was quietly placed.

"This damn world!" The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, his gaze falling to the glass.

Poof!

The glass dissolves into a pile of crystal clear shards, refracting a blinding light.