The flying machine, slowly descending from the sky above the Colosseum, cast a huge shadow on the spectators. Around it www.biquge.info there was a fighter plane circling around it, and the engine roared, piercing the clouds and cracking the stones.

Phew!

The aircraft landed firmly on the ground, and a large amount of white smoke poured out of the exhaust pipe, and after the smoke cleared, a staircase extended from the fuselage to the ground.

Click!

The hatch opens.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, a hundred salute soldiers in full costumes, each holding a coffin half a meter square, walked down slowly with a steady salute step.

One hundred salute soldiers lined up in a 10*10 phalanx, solemn and silent.

Repeated! Repeated! Repeated!

The fifth president of the Hunters Association, Li Qinghe, holding a flag of the association, walked to the front of the phalanx step by step, draped the flag on the coffin engraved with Bai Wuji's name, and carefully smoothed the flag.

Not only him, but also the other 19 S-class hunters, who personally draped the flag on the coffin of each martyr to pay their most sincere respects.

This kind of treatment is indeed the highest courtesy.

Eighty years ago, in order to prevent the 'White Terror' from invading China, these hunters set foot on the land of Siberia without hesitation and never returned.

Eighty years later, after a long wait, their heroic spirits were finally able to return to their homeland.

On the first floor of the Colosseum, there is a special grandstand dedicated to the families of the martyrs. However, eighty years have passed, time is merciless, and only a few gray-haired old people can come to the scene.

At this moment, several old men led by Qin Ji were supporting each other in the empty stands. Their lives, like candles fluttering in the cold wind, seem to be extinguished at any moment.

This bleak scene made everyone who saw it cry sadly.

"Spirit!"

The next moment, the ceremonial soldiers held up the coffin again, and the young men, who had been waiting for a long time, walked towards them with solemn expressions, and officially received the remains of the martyrs from their hands.

It's so heavy!

The moment Chen Si took the coffin, his heart was shocked.

It is strange to say that the bones of the ancestors have already been cremated, sealed and buried, and the coffin is only filled with ashes, but in Chen Si's feeling, such a box half a meter square is as heavy as a mountain.

Could it be that this heavy weight is something called "inheritance", "responsibility", "spirit" and "continuation"?

Aiyang.

This is the name engraved on the coffin, when Chen Si saw this name, the memories came to his heart like a tide, as if he saw the proud young man again, striding forward on the ice field, smiling brightly, looking at death as home.

"Country, country, no country where to come from."

"If even the hunters have escaped, then who else can stand up?"

"Old man, why do you look down on me? I'd rather die in the wilderness than survive. ”

Those impassioned words are still in my ears.

Chen Si's hands trembled, and at this moment, he seemed to have embraced the soul of a peer after eighty years.

Thundered!

At this moment, the gate at the exit of the Colosseum slowly opened, and the teenagers walked out step by step.

In this team, no one shouted orders, and no one commanded, but in the dark, there seemed to be a powerful force, allowing every teenager to complete every salute together, just like a whole.

The audience at the scene also remained solemn.

The network broadcast screen is also silent, with no host reading tear-jerking sensational lines - sensationalism on this occasion is a blasphemy of such rituals.

Walking out of the Colosseum, the boys came to the river against the current, and they stepped on the wide lotus leaves and drifted along the river to Mount Kinabalu in the center of the Hunter's Forest, where the remains of the martyrs finally rested.

On the counter-current river, the smoke and waves are vast.

On both sides of the river, the audience was full, and a number of soul-summoning flags were also erected and soul silks were hung.

At some point, there was a melodious sound of the piano on the river.

On a high platform on the shore, the queen of the piano sits with the piano, and her slender fingers gently pluck the strings, stroking up layers of rippling music. The sound of the piano is sometimes excited, sometimes depressed;

Sometimes towering into the clouds, sometimes whispering;

Sometimes it is like the sound of knives and guns, and sometimes it stops abruptly at a high place like the sound of cracked silk.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, there is also an ethereal female voice, singing in the wind, calling from afar.

"The soul is back! The north cannot stop.

The layers of ice are emerging, and the snow is thousands of miles.

……

Return, return, you can't stay for a long time, the soul returns, you are supreme! ”

It is said that the soul of a guest who dies in a foreign land cannot find a way back. This soul will remain like his corpse in a foreign land, unable to enjoy the worship of cigarettes, the provision of food, and the excession of scriptures, and will even become a miserable hungry ghost, suffering endless misery with no hope of reincarnation.

Unless...... His family summoned his soul so that he could hear the voice that was looking at him, so that he could follow it and return.

A song summons the soul, and the fallen leaves return to the roots.

I'm back, I'm back, wanderer in a foreign land, I don't have to wander anymore.

Chen Si's eyes moistened.

In that ethereal singing, his emotions unconsciously merged into a nobler spirit, and merged with the surrounding teenagers and the audience on both sides of the river.

It's a spiritual experience like never before.

Burst! Burst!

Chen Si's Heavenly Eye suddenly began to beat violently, as if in such an atmosphere, he had drawn strength from the spiritual power of tens of millions of people and evolved to a higher level.

The sudden change in Tianyan, if it was in normal times, would definitely make Chen Si ecstatic. But at this time, he didn't care at all, but held the coffin wholeheartedly, just wanting to send it to the sacred mountain safely.

It's getting closer, and Mount Kinabalu is getting closer.

Shore.

The High Priest and his party, for some reason, quietly appeared in the crowd.

"Since you're here, you have to leave some gifts, otherwise you can't talk about it."

'Yu' touched his chin.

"I've arranged it." 'Xuan' said coldly.

"Let's get started."

An eerie smile appeared on the corner of the High Priest's mouth.

Not far from the crowd.

A kind old woman, full of silver hair and amiable, held her little granddaughter, a very cute little girl, who were two ordinary spectators, like everyone else.

And suddenly—

Smack!

The crutches in the grandmother's hand fell to the ground, her pupils contracted, she lost focus, and the whole person bowed and knelt on the ground.

"Old man, what's wrong?"

The people around them all came up to help, but the next scene made them creepy.

"Ho-ho!"

The old grandmother's throat let out a painful wail, which gradually turned into a sharp wail, as if the terrible ghost in hell was suffering unimaginable torture.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the old man's thin body gradually swelled, tearing her clothes, a thick layer of black fur grew on her body, her fingers also turned into sharp claws, and the foul smell of saliva flowed from her mouth, and finally ...... Transformed into a crimson-eyed, four-limbed monster.

The same scene happened to her granddaughter, who was only a few years old.

"It's... In the end... What is it? ”

The eyes of the crowd were full of panic, and the scene in front of them was beyond their cognition.

Swish! Swish!

The next moment, the two monsters rushed towards the unarmed crowd and launched a merciless slaughter!