Kan Shuxin lives in Huijing City, the base camp of Youshang Group.

After Xiao Yang left Nantes, he went to see her first and left a hologram message.

Nantes and Nanliu opened the video at the same time, and Xiao Yang in it was carrying a knife, with his back to them, and laughed loudly: "Lao Tzu is gone, are you two about to fight?" ”

"O you! When will Nanliu be able to get out? This matter is voluntary, don't blame your son, his starting point is also very good, it's all for the sake of human beings! ”

"When I first heard about their strategy, I was extremely resistant to it, but then I thought about it, and it seemed that it was indeed the most effective way to reduce human casualties and achieve strategic intentions."

"I know that Zhang San, he used to be a careerist, and the words "chasing the world" were almost on his face, but at this time, he made a feat of sacrificing his life for righteousness, which was really unexpected to me!"

"Now, since you can see this message, it means that I have made a choice after the trial, then, please respect my choice and carry out the plan."

"I think, the same martial artist, Zhang San can sacrifice the small self to achieve the big self, and I Xiao Yang can do the same, and I should also help him."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yang in the picture suddenly turned around and waved his long knife: "Nantes is very good, even I admire you." The Flying Locust Army is a blessing to mankind, please stick to your original intention and create the greatest cause of mankind. ”

"Big brother, I'm leaving, take care of yourself, that secret, find a chance to tell Nantes, he can make up for the mistakes of our generation!"

Short and inexplicable words, it is confusing. Nantes looked at the final scene with teary eyes.

Xiao Yang was wearing a sportswear, with a long knife in his right hand on his shoulder, and his left hand inserted into his trouser pocket, posing in a pose that he thought was cool, with a very sunny smile on his burned face, and a pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed.

Kan Shuxin did not send any other messages, nor did he accept the communication requests of the two people. She was holding her dagger and watching the sun sink into the horizon.

10-year-old Zhang Chuanliu didn't understand what was going on, and snuggled up to him obediently.

This morning, Xiao Yang suddenly returned to this small building.

"If the whole world knows I'm dead, it's important that you send this video to Nantes and Nanliu." He said it with a smile, and Kan Shuxin received it crying.

She didn't open her mouth to keep it, after this period of getting along, she already knew what kind of person Xiao Yang was.

This is a man who cherishes his life, knows how to enjoy life, and is willing to give a piece of truth to treat her and his mother, but he is also a warrior who takes into account the common people in the world and takes the revival of mankind as the highest mission.

Kan Shuxin often saw a look of melancholy and chagrin on his face, and always felt that he had something hidden

I don't want to show people the secret.

She never asked for secrets, and she never stopped him from doing anything, and this time was no different.

She just silently took the dagger handed over by Xiao Yang, and said lightly: "Wait for me, when you are six years old, I will go to you!" ”

Xiao Yang smiled miserably: "Don't panic, I still need you to take care of my six children, I can wait for a few more decades to ......"

A few hours later, he collapsed in front of Zhang San and was carried by the Nether Warrior to Linhai City.

That night, after overwhelming publicity reports, people began to seriously remember and thank Xiao Yang, but the real situation is that Xiao Yang is not dead!

Zhang San deliberately let the 500,000 mutants lure away the Flying Locust Army, while the Netherworld Army went out day and night, rushing to Linhai City from another way.

Mia had already asked the red-eyed lord for credit, although she didn't understand what Xiao Yang's identity was, but from the red-eyed lord's excited emotions, it could be seen that this person was extremely important.

Zhang San pondered all the way, what was going on with Xiao Yang's special ability, why did his eyes turn blood red, and what was the connection between him and the red-eyed lord?

Especially Xiao Yang confidently left that sentence: "Hand me over, the red-eyed lord will definitely summon you!" ”

Both he and Mia thought that perhaps the Red-Eyed Lord would transform him into another mutant warrior to increase the mutant's strength, just like Zhang San.

Zhang San was still a little happy in his heart, with the help of the powerful Xiao Yang, they would have a greater chance of killing the red-eyed lord, maybe they could do it without missiles.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that when they were about to arrive at the outskirts of Linhai City, the red-eyed lord actually appeared in front of them in person.

It was an unremarkable hillside, seemingly burned by fire in the previous battle, and among the bare scorched earth, there was a large bluestone standing out from the crowd.

The red-eyed lord stood in front of Qingshi, still with that short body, huge head, red eyes, and a sheet around his body, exactly the same image that Zhang San saw at the top of the grain store.

As soon as it appeared, it locked its gaze on Xiao Yang, and the powerful coercion made all the Nether Warriors, including Mia and Ayi, fall to their knees automatically.

Xiao Yang, who was in a coma, was placed on the big bluestone, Zhang San held the big gun tightly in his right hand, staring at the red-eyed lord who was approaching step by step, his heart was full of anxiety and uneasiness.

What he felt in his heart was not the coercion from the Red-Eyed Lord, but the pressure from all of humanity.

The red-eyed lord appeared so suddenly that Zhang San was unprepared, so much so that he didn't have any communication tools at hand to deliver the message to Nantes.

However, under the gaze of the red-eyed lord, even if there were, he probably wouldn't be able to send the coordinates to Nantes.

At this time, he rashly attacked with a spear, and he did not

The slightest certainty is that a blow is fatal.

If the intention is exposed, but it fails to kill it, then everything is in vain, and he and Xiao Yang paid the price of their lives in vain.

Zhang San's mind was quickly thinking about countermeasures, but the red-eyed lord did not pause at all, walked directly to Xiao Yang, and pressed his head as soon as he raised his hand.

Xiao Yang let out a miserable cry, his limbs pulled out again, and his red eyes opened wide.

The red-eyed lord seemed to be searching for his memory, looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang San suddenly had a headache, and he vaguely remembered that it seemed that he had also experienced such a scene when he was unconscious.

The red-eyed lord seemed to have been slow to find what he was looking for, and increased his mental strength, and there was red liquid flowing down his eyes, and all the skin that flowed through it was all burned, and two furrows burned on his entire face.

The liquid fell on Xiao Yang's body, and it was even more smoky and burning, leaving holes the size of fingers.

Zhang San saw that it seemed to be going all out, and couldn't help but want to do it, but at this time, he found that his body was frozen and didn't listen to the command at all.

His neck froze, and only his eyeballs could still move, and he glanced around, as if everything present had frozen.

Time and space were completely still, even more terrifying than Xiao Yang's previous attack with the power of time.

I don't know how long it took, the pressure around him suddenly lightened, Zhang San fell to the ground, and when he looked up again, he had lost the trace of the red-eyed lord around.

Xiao Yang was still lying on the big bluestone in front of him, smoking was coming from his body, his clothes were burned out of holes the size of fingers, and there was a faint smoldering fire inside.

It's just amazing that the burn scars on his face have completely disappeared and he has returned to a handsome face.

The red in Xiao Yang's eyes disappeared, his gaze was clear and quiet, and he watched Zhang San approach.

Seeing his gaze move slightly, Zhang San hurriedly pounced on him and asked, "How are you?" What do I need to do? ”

There was no response, Xiao Yang moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

He didn't feel annoyed and anxious, nor sad and painful, he just looked at Zhang San calmly and gently raised his right hand.

Zhang San subconsciously clasped his hands, his brows furrowed, as if he had a thousand words, but he couldn't say it or pass it on.

Xiao Yang smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes.

Zhang San felt a lightness in his hand, a burning heat in front of him, looked down, and found that flames were coming out of Xiao Yang's body, forcing him to take two steps back.

The fire suddenly rose and then suddenly extinguished, and Xiao Yang's body and the big bluestone were all reduced to ashes.

Zhang San didn't understand at all, what did the red-eyed lord find, what did Xiao Yang do, and his last expression conveyed happiness? Gratified? Still satisfied?