This world is not a world full of happiness and hatred, let alone the world you imagined. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info even if it is a little bit of beauty in the imagination, sometimes it does not exist at all.

The laws of nature are cruel to the extreme, and human desires are immeasurable. The human beings on these two cornerstones, the fabricated world, are full of darkness.

Wang Shi staggered, trying to move forward, carefully examining each child's body, hoping to hear the sound of a heartbeat.

In the face of these children who wanted to kill him, Wang Shi did not have half a bit of resentment in his heart, his nerves beat violently, stimulating his body again and again. If it weren't for the fact that his nerves were really super strong, I am afraid that he would have collapsed at this time.

There is only one thought in my mind, and that is to find a living child, even if there is only one, even if there is only one!

Without such hope, Wang Shi really didn't know how to pull himself back from the cruel hell.

One, two, three......

The corpses of thousands of children have never had the slightest hope of survival.

The drama is naturally accurate to the extreme, how can these delicate children survive half of it? If there are still people whose hearts have not been destroyed into powder, then it is really a great insult to the drama.

Turning over the children one by one, looking at the gaping eyes of defeat, blood stained Wang Shi's hands, soaking his clothes again...... Little by little, the faint hope fades until there is nothing left.

The last child.

Wang Shi gently turned over him, looked at his eyes full of resentment, was quiet for a long time, and slowly closed his eyes with his hands.

Wang Shi stood up, looked around, and saw the corpses of seven or eight-year-old children, their eyes full of hatred before they died, and most of this hatred was directed at him.

The pale feeling of powerlessness was creeping in, so that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

How many people can bear such a hell on earth?

"Some people don't really need to build a tomb. The actor said on the side, his tone was flat, as if these things had nothing to do with him, and he was just watching an opera here.

If there is no one in this world who remembers you, who is your grave for? Tombstones are nothing more than two meanings of carrying thoughts and recording value, but the former is far greater than the latter.

Thousands of children, all of them have no connection with this world, and their lives only have the meaning of revenge on Wang Shi, and they don't need to build tombstones at all.

Wang Shi ignored the words of the play, picked up each of the dead children, and prepared to bury them.

His face was as pale as paper, and the dense wounds on his body had not healed, and he was in danger of falling down at any time. He staggered, moved slowly, brought each child to one place, and began to dig out the grave with his hands.

The actor did not stop him, watched quietly, and said: "Actually, half of these children have no grievances with you, I just made up a vivid story with a little bewitchment, and they hate you to the core." ”

These children are innocent.

And they died here so easily.

Wang Shi stopped, turned his head to look at the play, and his eyes were calm. In the face of such a hell, he should have been furious, even crazy because of the pain in his heart, but he didn't, he was just calm as a stone.

Xizi smiled and said, "Don't you want to go back to the cottage? Don't you want to go back to the cottage to see your group of friends?"

Wang Shi turned his head and continued what he was doing.

Now, is there any point in going back to the cottage? Since the drama can arrange such a killing game, then the killing situation in the cottage will not be weak, the king and the immortal lord are coming, can anyone in the cottage be able to stop it? And now what is the use of him going back? Just to take a look at the scorched earth there?

Wang Shi has thought about these questions. And all he can do is what is in front of him.

Dig open the graves with your hands, then place the children in them, and sprinkle a handful of soil on them to make each grave.

The wounds on his body were not broken, blood flowed, his hands became dry branches, his nails were split by stones, and blood mixed with the scorched earth. Wang Shi's steps became smaller and smaller, even just moving inch by inch, and the light in his eyes was even more dim, as if his life was running out rapidly.

Such a hell may be too big a blow to Wang Shi. No matter how strong he is, he is only a person after all, and there will be times when he is vulnerable, and there will be times when he will collapse. It's just that he is used to holding on and is unwilling to fall.

The drama didn't bother, just watched everything that happened, waiting for Wang Shi to finish everything.

The cumulus nigra clouds that gathered in the sky tumbled, and after a burst of lightning and thunder, a torrential rain fell.

The black rain turned into mist before it fell into the abyss. But it can still fall on the scorched earth around it, turning this scorched earth into a muddy piece in an instant.

Bean-like raindrops fall, moistening the scorched earth and making a characteristic sound. Bright red blood then smeared, black and red mixed together, forming a turbulent flow.

The breath of rain, the smell of blood, the smell of scorched earth, the breath of death...... Entwined together, they form a unique smell that lingers all around.

Wang Shi walked step by step with difficulty, I don't know how long he struggled in the mud, he would fall down at any time, but he never really fell.

Finally, the last child was picked up and placed in the burial pit, but the soil mixed with rain and blood could only be buried in it.

The delicate flowers, before they bloomed, were buried in the dark soil.

The chaotic sound of heavy rain filled the surroundings, the rumbling sound from below the abyss was also faint, and the lightning in the sky also retreated.

It's too messy, it's too messy, it's like the whole world is dancing wildly.

Wang Shi stood quietly in front of this row of tombs, looking very calm.

The actor came over at some point, handed Wang Shi an umbrella, and said with a smile: "This is just the tip of hell, we still need to see the next hell." ”

Wang Shi took the umbrella, but bent down, placed it on a tomb, and said calmly, "Let's go." ”

This battle is far from stopping, and Wang Shi is far from being defeated. He is the only king stone in the world!

The actor's gaze stayed on the grave for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "For safety, I still have to add a few more seals to your body." ”

Wang Shi looked up at the black rain that had fallen, his eyes were calm, and he was ready to meet everything.