The sewers smelled of rancidity, as if an unknown creature or prisoner had escaped from the cage had died, and the water seeping from the walls of the cave was dripping low, using the long years as a blade to drill countless holes in the stone walkway.

Snow Scars staggered through the sewers, he could no longer hear his pursuers, he couldn't see the road ahead, and the darkness obscured his eyes.

Endless darkness.

In the darkness, there was a little light, like a light, like a firefly, as if a hope, attracting the snow marks to them.

When I got closer, I saw that it was a torch, a torch held high by the villagers on the threshing floor with a sea of people.

Stones and rotten cabbage flew towards him.

"Son of the Devil, kill him!"

"Shoot him!"

"Shoot him!"

"If the son is not there, let his mother bear the blame!

Fear-led attacks are unreasonable and unreasonable.

Irrational voices echoed in the night sky, their angry faces so angry that he didn't dare to recognize them. Are they really neighbors, friends, or even relatives that they once knew well?

One by one, the villagers took off their masks, which were their respective faces, revealing the true faces of the black maggots below. Sure enough, they are not human, they are just devils wearing a mask of hypocrisy.

Snow Scar took a few steps back, disappointed and terrified.

Which is the real world, this ugly and filthy world? No, it's not.

The illusion in front of me gradually dissipated, the darkness re-solidified, and the sound of ticking water was staggered far and near, even in the darkness, you could feel the depth and length of this passage.

So is it this world of deception?

The snow marks touched the damp stone walls, the rusted iron railings, and the colorful people walking in brocade clothes on the streets of Jerusalem appeared on the iron railings of various shapes and shapes raised by the rust. Snow-stained hands brushed, and the coldness and sluggishness of the rusty iron cut his fingers like blades.

No, it isn't.

He took a few more steps forward, groping his way in the darkness. He groped, the seeker, the hope in his heart.

Somewhere in this world, there is always a place that can accommodate us. A place that can accommodate me and my mother, and a place that can accommodate people like me and Qilu.

The tentacles were smooth and hard, like glass, and the snow stains wiped away the darkness above, and the light was projected from the outside, as if it were a door with glass. Outside the door is a vast desert, and the heat of the exposed earth is steaming, distorting the scene on the surface. Buildings suddenly rose to the ground, piecing together a sturdy fortress in front of the snow marks. The exterior walls are made of pitch-black stones, and the gates are reinforced with spikes and hard metal.

This is the fortress of the mind, and as long as you are in it, no one can hurt yourself.

Is that so?

Or is it so?

The battlefield filled with the smell of blood, corpses were everywhere, and snow marks stood on the top of the corpse mountain, overlooking the sentient beings who were defeated by themselves.

The fortress and the mountain of corpses all dissipated into a black cloud of smoke.

Neither.

No, there is no such place in this world. Not even Jerusalem, is it possible anywhere else?

I had doubts about the reality of the world, and I thought that Jerusalem was the true Promised Land, the true Land of Dreams. It's a perfect place like heaven.

I thought this was what I was looking for.

The ethereal ideal, the inner desire that is clarified by the question of God—freedom.

But how cruel the reality is, how hard it is to be free.

There are cages and shackles waiting for me wherever I go, even in this Promised Land, which is far away.

Where else is my home, my mom, my friends?

Intense loneliness and despair welled up in his heart, and the inexplicable pain in his chest made it impossible for him to stand, and he sat down on the ground against the wet wall.

Something in his mind, like alcohol, evaporated from his memory.

What is the real world like, where am I, and I ...... Who is it?

At the end of the sewer, a fire lit up, and the sound of noisy footsteps could be heard.

The light of the fire shone on their uniforms, and they were the hands of the new gods.

The Hand of the New Gods has finally come after them, and they're here to capture Snowmarks.

And the snow marks did not run away.

He looked bewildered at the end of the sewer at the hurried people.

Who are they?

Are they coming for me?

Who am I?

Where am I?

Being in Jerusalem for a long time and running out of mental power, hallucinations and confusion can occur, a phenomenon called disorientation. Because Jerusalem is so real, people who stay here for a long time will not be able to distinguish between the present and the unreal, and they will often regard it as the real world, and they will not want to return to the cruel real world, until their consciousness is completely separated from the physical body, and they will never be able to return to the real world again.

Their physical bodies have died, and only delirious spirits roam this virtual space, becoming NPC-like beings.

Snow Marks had been in Jerusalem for too long, and with the physical and mental blows of torture and traps, he was already on the verge of being lost.

The hands of the new gods, who had come to capture him, had surrounded him.

If he is caught, he will undoubtedly be thrown back into his cell, and he may never be able to return to the real world, and his loss will become inevitable.

"Boy, you've gone too far, boy, it's time to go back to your cell. ”

A large hand reaches for Snowmark's head.

But at this moment, the ground suddenly collapsed, and a one-meter-square crater appeared at the foot of the snow marks.

The big hand grabbed the air.

The snow trail fell into a slide made of stone and wet with moss, as if it had been around for a thousand years, as if someone had built a slide for him to escape from the snow scar at this moment a thousand years ago.

The snow scars slid rapidly, and only the whirring wind and the shouts of the new god's hand overhead could be heard.

The fall lasted for a few seconds, and it slid for about ten meters, and with a plop, the snow marks fell into the water. Bubbles and light surrounded him, and through the glittering water, an emaciated figure was visible.

The next moment, the cold of the water temperature penetrated into his body, making him refresh, detached from his lost state, and his consciousness returned to his mind.

He slammed to his feet and stood in the pool, the water deep beyond his chest.

"It's so cool!"

"How can it make you sober if it's not cold?" said the figure by the pool.

When the snow marks like falling soup chickens stood up straight, they saw the person in front of them. He froze, and for a moment he forgot about the cold.

Dressed in princess-like costumes and with her hands pinched around her waist, Jean stood by the pool, looking down at the shivering snow marks.

It's Jean, it's the little girl who is paralyzed in the mud in the jungle of Snow Country.

When she first met in Snow Country, she was covered in mud, like a little mud monkey. But at this moment, she is graceful and gorgeous, radiant, her fair skin, youthful feeling, and princess-like temperament of a great country make Xue Zhen dare not recognize each other for a while.

She reached out to Snowmark.

"Come with me, I'll take you back. ”

Is it here to save me? Is someone really going to save me?

In prison, Snow Mark has never had such extravagant hopes, and never thought that someone would risk her to save herself. Just like when he fled from the village, there was no one to help him. He also had little support during his fugitive life, and he walked alone in the wasteland like a lone wolf. He was used to it, used to relying on his own strength to get rid of one deadly threat after another.

But he's not a wolf, he's human.

Every night when the wolves howled, he had to endure unspeakable loneliness.

He had fantasized more than once that an angelic maiden had descended from heaven to save him from this muddy ugliness. She has a delicate face and a gentle voice:

"Come, I'll take you away. ”

At this moment, the dream has come true.

In this mysterious and strange land, in this desperate situation surrounded by powerful enemies, someone really came to save him.

Snow-stained tears swirled in his eyes.

It's not going to be another damn dream, is it? What kind of conspiracy?

There are many light sources behind her, illuminating her silhouette like a savior with an aura.

I couldn't see her expression clearly, but she couldn't refuse her invitation. Snow Scar couldn't help but hold her hand, and even though she was wearing the white gauze gloves, she could still feel the warmth of her hand. Although it is as cold as jade, in contrast to the water temperature, it is as warm as a roasted potato in winter.

Her thin body seemed to contain a great deal of strength, and she easily pulled the snow marks out of the pool.

As if freed from the ugliness of the world, the snow marks went to the water. The water was like countless vines grabbing him, torn off one by one by the power of the qin, and the moment he left the water, the snow marks seemed to be freed from all the pressure, all the humiliation, all the unwillingness and self-doubt.

Freely.

In that moment, Snow Scar felt the taste of freedom. It is as if the birds have escaped from the cage, as if the young shoots have drilled out of the soil, as if they have torn the invisible chains of fate, and broken the shackles that cannot be shaken off from life to death.

Freely!

Although this freedom is only for a short time, although he is still in the invisible net of fate.

But that moment, like a light at dawn, makes people yearn for it infinitely.

He stood on the marble floor by the pool. Jean took a step back, and the candlelight illuminated her face, describing her as beautiful and white as ice.

He wanted to hug Jean and express his gratitude in the most straightforward way, but Jean's gorgeous dress and cold face stopped him from impulsively. Looking at the gorgeous person in front of him, a shameful inferiority complex appeared in Xueji's heart.

Like a chicken in the soup, he stood in place, letting the gratitude in his heart surge, and squeezed out a smile distorted by the cold on his face. Teeth rattle as they hit each other.

Jean saw his gratitude and nodded slightly.

The sound of rushing water echoed in my ears. Water flowed at the foot of the snow streaks, converging in all directions into the pool where he had fallen. In the center of the pool, a statue of a young girl of white jade stands, and an inexhaustible stream of water flows from the water bottle in her hand.

That's the statue of Lady Liberty Fenders.

Countless candles float in the shallow water around it, illuminating the underground hall with a small light, but a sense of piety.

It turned out to be the underground hall of a church.

"......Who the hell are you?"

Jean Nord is a short and concise girl.

It's not that gentle and sweet voice, but it still sounds as gentle and sweet as it once sounded like a fantasy.

No, it should be my fantasy that went wrong, the angel's voice was so cold and stiff......

"I'm ......"

"Wake up from the lost. If I come a little later, maybe you'll become an NPC. Without waiting for Snow Scar to express her gratitude, the girl turned and left, "Hurry up, we need to leave Jerusalem immediately." My friends are still out there confronting wicked women. ”