That stench was the breath of death, Dong Chen was lying here, it was almost impossible to turn a blind eye, every hand fell, and under the viscous black blood, was bright red flesh and blood. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are no flies, no bugs, everything here is completely preserved in its original appearance, each of them is a living life, they should be alive, but they are forgotten here, no one cares about it, no one knows.

Dongchen didn't have any words, but he kept struggling in his heart, feeling that he was living in his own world, and what kind of chaotic pressure always made people at a loss.

The heavy workload of study, the compulsion of life, the reality of Chiguoguo, everything is a little breathless, but in this world, he deeply understands what it means to be manipulated by others to be sad about fate.

It is so sad that there is no choice, even death is not inscribed, but deeply forgotten, forgotten in this pipe of death and stench, of decaying castles, and of ugly hearts.

Dong Chen, who was crawling, looked at everything under his face, and even felt himself trembling a little...

When his palm fell and he felt a slippery feeling, he instinctively grabbed it with his hand, but he felt that the object he grabbed in his hand seemed to be a little hateful.

When he took out the object in his hand, it was the head of a child who still had frightened eyes and pain...

Crawling and kneeling in the pipe, wiping the blood from the little head, Dongchen felt that he was trembling even breathing, and smashed a hard punch to the side, and even smashed the pipe into a deep pit, and his whole arm went deep into it.

"Damn..."Dong Chen didn't know what words he should use to describe his mood at the moment, he only felt that some people were really damned.

The child's desperate eyes seemed to be looking at himself across time and space at this moment, and that scene seemed to happen in front of his eyes, a kind old man, but waving the power in his hand like a demon.

He made a great oath in his mouth, as if he was saying that what he did was a great cause, and in order to make a great contribution to the gods, he was a righteous and strict shit statement.

But what he did was full of viciousness and outrageousness, experiments and evil rituals again and again, he did it very seriously, and he was so skilled that he could almost close his eyes.

Listening to the screams and cries of children, but as if listening to the call of the gods, the kind of cruelty to the point of being a bastard, the Pope can be said to be for his own cause, and he no longer has to think about it, he is still not a person.

"He's damned... It's him who deserves to die..."Dong Chen put the little head in his hand lightly aside, facing the light at the exit, as if hoping that he could feel it, and the light outside was hope.

Enduring the torment in his heart, Dongchen continued to move forward, but every time he caught or touched something in the palm of his hand, even if he didn't have to look at it, he could clearly know what it was.

There are men's things, women's, old people's children, men, women and children have not spared, and even from the shape of the bones and the degree of friction, it can be accurately judged that there are people of any age here.

Dropping his palms again and again, Dongchen even felt that he was crawling in the sea of corpses and blood, and the unjust souls of every corpse were crying to him, praying for relief and redemption.

What they believe in is the Holy See, and as the supreme ruler of the Holy See, the Pope is the one who treats them so casually, and they have no right to be liberated at all.

Although Dongchen destroyed all the soul suppression stone pillars, the corpses of more people were locked here...

"Hmm..."Suddenly feeling his palm slip, Dong Chen almost stuffed his whole face into the blood, and when he picked up the thing he groped in his hand, a little baby was only the size of a palm, but his facial features were still visible.

This is not the first time, but it is definitely not the last, before I even met a woman who had her internal organs hollowed out, an old man whose limbs were amputated, and a child who was torn apart.

Dongchen's anger has not stopped from the beginning, the little baby in his hand makes Dongchen feel that this is a heinous place, and after anyone knows about it, he wants to raze this place to the ground, peel the culprit and cramp, and use the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty all over again, and then break the bones and scatter the ashes, and use the ashes to make a night basin.

The short distance of seven or eight hundred meters made Dongchen feel the most genuine hatred, and for everything that happened here, Dongchen felt a feeling of blood dripping from his heart.

Buried with youth and expectations, but also buried with innocence and waiting, it is so that people feel that fate is simply used by others to play with, not to choose by themselves.

The experience of a sewage pipeline seems to make Dongchen understand better what it means to be ruthless and cruel, and what it means to use one's own strength to go to other people's world, and it is an unreasonable destruction, rather than to create a better tomorrow.

Dongchen is also changing other people's worlds, the little fat man Tang Yong, the innocent and lovely Chen Yao, as well as the expectations of his parents and the worldview of his classmates and mentors.

He has changed the world of too many people, but he wants more people to live better and better lives...

"I'm going to slaughter that bastard, that damn hypocrite, that damn pope..."

That kind of hatred made the thoughtful Dongchen tremble, this short seven or eight hundred meters is the most difficult road he has walked in his life, and it is a road of the soul that he does not want to try again, and he does not want to experience again.

If you can't kill the damn pope, if you can't abort this damn god-making plan completely, this will happen again.

And Dongchen felt that he had to do things more thoroughly, cripple all the demons directly, and completely remove the real conspirators behind him, Dante and Gloria, and even Nero's demonic power.

What they did was not vicious, just for a better tomorrow, but with the help of the Pope's conspiracy, they made it all worse and made the Pope unscrupulous.

Finally saw the end of the pipe, Dong Chen's body had already been stained with dirty blood...

For a moment, Dong Chen even felt that the reason why he entered the underground laboratory from here was arranged by fate, in order to let himself soak everyone's blood on his body and slaughter the sanctimonious pope for them.

kicked open the entrance that closed the pipe, but the situation inside was much more than Dong Chen expected, this was not a hell on earth, but like an emperor's palace.

The splendid decoration, the luxurious decoration to the extreme, from far to near, are the ultimate feeling in the world, not like a place to kill people, but a place for nobles to have a meal.

The candles flickered, and the huge portrait was still of the damn hypocritical Pope, still so kind, but ugly bastard at heart.