When she arrived at Grey River Station, the soldiers stopped her, and Alisanne was long gone, the Rangers had their own business to do, she needed the bat hot film to save her brothers and sisters and the damned criminals, Werna hoped she could help herself, but she knew that Alisanne had done enough, and she had her duty.

She gave me the dagger, and the rifle, the rifle can make the man talk well, and the dagger, which can help her do what she has to do, with this, what is she not satisfied with?

The sentry was a stranger she had never met, and they simply asked and let her in, without much suspicion or concern about what was going on on her face.

Maybe they've seen too many people scratched by the black, and that's a good thing for Vilna. When she stepped on the platform and saw everything around her, tears poured out uncontrollably. Everything here was strange to her, the left side of the high platform was once the home of the guards, Haig, Kuaishou, Kashgar, and the recruit Evan, who often stayed here to share supper with their relatives, not only them, but this place was once the home of more people, a place for more people to rest, but now it has completely changed.

On the second staircase, there should have been an old tent, and the tent that had not changed for twenty years would also have a large hole in the open, which was torn open by Haig's little nephew playing with the alarm clock, but now the tent had completely changed color, and the sign hanging in front of the door had been replaced with a new number, and the children who had always liked to play in front of the tent had disappeared without a trace. Little Alou was Dahl's youngest brother, and he would spend most of his time watching the wolves when they arrived, waiting for the return of the soldiers who were on the vigil, but now he was gone.

There must have been a deep hole high up in the left wall, she remembered that Vilna had gone into it alone when she was six years old, and said that there was a large nest of rats living in it, and she had caught one of them to scare herself, but now, she couldn't find the hole.

What saddened her most was her carriage, the one that had been charred by the flames, and now a newly decorated bar, in which drunken mercenaries walked back and forth, the black oak barrels at the door were lined up, and her and her sister's bedroom had been cleared into an empty warehouse, which had nothing to do but large boxes of bread, mushrooms, and dried tea, and she stood in front of the train in a daze, looking through the new clean glass, and she could not find the bed she had slept with her sister, Unable to find her yellowed collection of books, her tattered puppet toys and plastic ship models, and the dressing mirror that had troubled her and her sister, she remembered that she used to carefully observe her misshapen pupils in front of the mirror, and then complained to herself, and when she met her triumphant ostentation, she would pounce on her dirty clothes and play with her.

But all this is gone, she can only see her blurred face through the redecorated glass, and even that face doesn't look like her own face anymore?

A cold gust of wind made her shiver, something welled up in her eyes, stinging her, like gently burning sulfuric acid, and a wipe of her cheeks, and a cowardly tear, something that only the incompetent would shed. Even though she had thought about it many times before, when she really faced the truth, she only felt that her heart was beating very slowly, as if it was about to stop. If only the clock could stop, she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, not daring to look at it again.

Verna walked forward in a daze, as if it had taken a hundred years to walk through this small stone platform, the mottled streetlamps on the side of the road gradually replaced by bright light bulbs, which were also the product of the Dawn Base, not only it, but also the sweet fruit that could be found everywhere, the canned meat that made people drool, the delicate black fur clothes, and other things she didn't know

stuff. It was surrounded by tents, vendors, and passers-by. She walked through the narrow, once darkest underground tunnel, and stepped forward again. Nothing is better here than before, even the people here, strangers from the outstation have replaced the inhabitants who have survived here for thirty years, the name of summer has replaced the Verna of the Vancers, the moldy tungsten bulbs have been replaced by new glass lamps, the rusty water pipes have been recoated with a glazed red coating to protect them from corrosion and moisture, waiting to be air-dried, and the corners that were once full of rotten mushrooms and black moss are piled up with wooden crates.

He destroyed it with his own hands and lifted it up, is that the truth of everything? He wanted Grey River Station to shout for him not for Vilna's name? "Power is the most fascinating thing," he once said, and what he is doing now is not exactly taking power from her, not only her, he wants more, Feishui Station, Dawan Station, Aquarium, and more, he wants the whole underground world.

Werna didn't know that she was right, so she walked forward, the curious people looking at her tattered face under her hood in amazement, and soon went their separate ways, there was more to be paid attention to. And she, she also noticed a person worth paying attention to.

On the high platform ahead, Sifu and several soldiers were counting the wooden boxes, his reading glasses were as broken as ever, his eyebrows were thick and neat, his eyes were very different, his slightly shriveled fingers were pointing to the cart in the corner, his pesky son was beside him, on crutches, his expression was much more restrained. It was he who had made vicious jokes about his sister at first, but now it was difficult for Vilna to find out from him the figure of the old brother in the pants, and it seemed that he had learned a lot since he was expelled from Grey River Station, but his legs and feet were still not dexterous.

In order to teach him a lesson, it was she who set a trap for him to break his leg, watching him wail in the pit, judging from his current condition, Sifu has not yet found a cure for his disability, and also, unless he knows witchcraft, in the underground world, it is still quite difficult to cure a man who has broken his leg. And when Sifu was kicked out of the Grey River Station and became useless, the merchants who had the healing resources in their hands naturally did not want to bother with him.

Verna had done a lot of things, but she didn't regret it in the slightest, he deserved to break his leg in the first place, but she also knew that it would be a delusion to want Sifu and his disabled son to welcome her now. Perhaps her gaze was too hot, and Sifu on the high platform glanced at her, and Vilna immediately lowered her head and turned away, she didn't want to be known that she was here, but she quickly realized that she was wrong.

A not-so-tall figure blocked her, his hair was as black as ink, and his eyes were as deep as a dull tunnel, and he appeared so abruptly that Verna couldn't help but take a few steps backwards, but he grabbed him, and he straightened himself.

"Verna," his voice was very gentle, and there was a hint of surprise and strangeness in his words, "that you survived. ”

For a moment, Verna only felt dizzy, her usual calm and composure turned into horror and fear, she swallowed her dry throat, and raised her head hoarsely, "Why do you recognize me?" ”

"I've always had some mysterious little tricks," the man she had wanted to kill in her dreams countless times, he seemed calm and easy-going at the moment, followed like a shadow by a girl in a mask and a tall man who was also hiding under a hood, how could he be here? Did he see through my purpose?

The young man glanced at her crutches, "Your legs and feet are inconvenient?" He hesitated

After a few seconds, "there are multiple fractures all over the body, there is a phenomenon of displacement, although the wound on the face has not spread, it is also very infected, the vision of the left eye is blurred, the retina is detached and the lens is partially dislocated, Vilna, your body is on the verge of collapse, you should not be moving around at will." He wanted to say something, but he sighed softly, "If my family goes missing, I will come back as soon as possible." ”

Vilna's notication that he could see her symptoms at a glance made her even more uncomfortable, that he could know so much at a glance, could he really be as good at witchcraft as he was rumored? Instinctively, Vilna placed her finger on the dagger, her pupils shrunk and her heart beat unusually fast, but she soon realized something, gritted her teeth, and struggled to remove her fingers from her waist.

"I'm too happy to see that you're still alive, so why be so careful about me?" The black-haired young man stretched out his hand to her, a smile of joy on his face, it was so hypocritical, she suddenly wanted to smash his bright smiling face, and pluck out his eyeballs and crush them.

Verna lowered her eyelids, not knowing what to say.

The young man grabbed her hand, "Follow me to the dawn, by the way, what about your sister?" Is she with you? His hands were cold and delicate, but they made her feel hot like a poisonous snake, and she forced herself to walk behind him.

"Verley is missing," even dead somewhere in the tunnel, she was murdered by you," I tried to find her, but there were no clues. She remained silent, her face grief-stricken, she knew she had to suppress her anger and not be detected by him.

"Me too," the man murmured imperceptibly, "I've been looking for her for a long time, but I haven't found her." ”

Liar, Vilna cried in her heart, her fingers clenched tightly, patiently.

They made their way through a large tunnel to the original plaza station, where there had been a narrow tunnel, but now all that was left was a sleek hollow, surrounded by a new mud-brick wall, and two men she had seen, dressed strangely and wrapped themselves in strange cloths, exactly the same as the hooded man next to the black-haired man, but different from the masked girl.

As soon as she stepped out of the tunnel, a damp cold wind blew towards her, overwhelming her breath. Far from the lingering damp breeze underground, it swept through the surrounding ruins, rolling up countless dust, and the old barrels collided with the cement and steel bars, making a sound like the roar of thousands of blacks in unison. The cold wind brushed the skin under her thin clothes, making her shiver, she only felt goosebumps on her body a little bit, suddenly, she was wrapped in an overcoat, Verna subconsciously raised her head, only to see that the black-haired young man who made her hate was wearing a short shirt, he would actually give the coat to himself, Verna flashed a trace of anger in her heart, he had to act, then I will accompany him to act.

When she looked up, she saw the Dawn Base again, the silver greatsword that had been sung countless times by the Underground Stalkers, majestic enough to rival the peaks of the mountains, magnificent, not inferior to the most luxurious palaces of the old days, if not surpassed, and she, and Villeri were the first to witness it in the Underworld.

The stalkers called it a miracle, but she only felt sick to her stomach, how much blood had been shed under this greatsword, and how many shadows were buried, in her opinion, it was simply a blood-forged sword. Eventually, she gritted her teeth and followed him into the metal fortress next to the "greatsword". Full Book - Free Full Book Reading Network