"Heroic ......"

Bai Yu read: "He already? ”

"Wait, not necessarily."

Bai Yu's gaze was locked on the line of 'Temporary Contract'.

Not a formal contract, but a temporary contract......?

Maybe saved?

He thought about it for a few seconds, and then clicked on the confirmation, whether it was or not, he needed to witness the result with his own eyes.

Hopefully it's not really that bad.

The melody of another symphony of fate sounded in my ears.

The words of the flame burned to ashes.

【Begin the weaving of destiny】

……

Shadow Boundary, on the outskirts of the city, next to a bus stop.

Zhang Zhenshan leaned on the billboard behind him, his whole body was covered in bruises, and his body was covered in blood.

He had thought that he would one day die on the battlefield, because it was the duty of the transcendent to expel the Shadow Seed and the Calamity.

However, he did not think that one day he would die under the muzzle of his own people.

"My own people...... Is it? ”

Zhang Zhenshan laughed self-deprecatingly.

He doesn't deserve it.

Whether he thinks or doesn't want to do it in his heart, the disaster brought about is a fact, and it is not something that can be skipped by not knowing that he is not guilty, he has no shame to face the school and parents, let alone look at that group of children.

In fact, he has always wanted to enjoy the profession of a teacher, teaching and educating people, it is a very good profession, he is respected wherever he goes, he is full of peach and plums, and he has also thought about taking Lao Zhou as a model and struggling for a lifetime.

But...... These beautiful fantasies have all come to naught.

I can't even die well.

It would be nice if he was killed on the spot, he couldn't help but think so...... But the damn curse in this body was forcing him to go crazy.

Looking up at the gray sky of the shadow realm, trembling fingertips took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and ejected one cigarette several times in a row.

The bloodstained filter was caught, and a faint bitter taste spread from the lips.

Old-fashioned lighter, fingers shaking, once, twice, three times...... I can't press it.

With a little force, the lighter slipped out of his hand, landed on the ground, bounced a few times, and landed on the side of one foot.

The man raised his hand, picked up the lighter, and approached, lit the flame, and handed it closer.

Zhang Zhenshan's vision was already a little blurred, he saw the flames, leaned over with a cigarette, lit it and took a deep breath.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

This was followed by a violent cough.

His lungs were wounded, his ribs were broken, his lungs were injured, and he coughed up blood that smelled of smoke.

"Are you ......" Zhang Baoshan said through the smoke: "Are you here to ask for my life?" ”

He coughed up blood while smoking: "Just take this cigarette you lit for me, take it if you want...... It's a bad life, maybe it's worth something if you take it away. ”

"I want your life." The young man's tone was flat but powerful: "But I'm not them, what I want is for you to continue to live." ”

“…… Can't live. Zhang Zhenshan pointed to his scarred body: "See? With so many wounds, bleeding more than a third of the time alone, how long will I live, I know in my heart...... It's too late not to go to the hospital for rescue, and I won't go to the hospital, wasting social resources to save me as a person, it's not worth it. ”

"You're still a good guy." The youth said.

"Ahem, ahem." Zhang Zhenshan coughed up tears: "This sentence is really heart-piercing, spicy enough, and ironic enough." ”

"I really think so." The young man raised his hand, and a pistol was aimed at his head: "But also because you are a good person...... That's why you're being held at gunpoint. ”

Zhang Zhenshan smoked a cigarette by himself, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

The muzzle of the gun drooped, and then disappeared in his hand as if by magic, and the young man continued: "However, because he met me, it can be regarded as a different kind of negata Tailai. ”

"Are you ......" Zhang Mashan scratched his head: "Open a funeral home?" ”

The young man shook his head: "I don't sell paper people or urns, I came here to bring you two good news." ”

Zhang Zhenshan's eyes were still dead gray.

"The first good news...... Your students are still alive. ”

In an instant, Bai Yu seemed to see a dying lion burst out, his hands grabbed his collar, and mortgaged his back to the billboard behind him, boom!

He bites a cigarette in his mouth, and the ash that falls is like a spark spitting out, exuding burning rage.

"Say it again!"

He gritted his teeth, and his whole facial expression was hideous and terrifying.

"Your students are still alive......" Bai Yu added: "Thirty-seven people, one is not less." ”

Zhang Zhenshan's lips trembled a few times: "How to prove it?" ”

"You don't believe it?" Bai Yu asked rhetorically.

"Should I believe it?" Zhang Zhenshan's eyes were dark red: "Look at the way I look now, I know very well the shepherds and their methods, and it is ...... for the children to fall into their hands."

"But you still expect that to happen." Bai Yu said lightly: "So I brought you the second piece of good news." ”

"What's it!"

"I can help you...... Let you complete your revenge and help you rescue your students. ”

Bai Yu said one by one, calmly, but like the whisper of the devil.

Zhang Zhenshan's eyes became extremely red for a moment, and then he let go of his hand and took a few steps back with difficulty.

"What do you want? My life? My soul? Or ......"

"I need you...... Wrath. ”

Bai Yu interrupted the other party's recitation: "The angrier the better...... Your anger will become my strength. ”

Zhang Zhenshan paused, and he nodded: "Okay." ”

"If it's anger, you can have as much as you want!"

Bai Yu said, "But you look very calm. ”

The head teacher covered his face, opened his mouth, and let out a silent laugh, his voice hoarse.

"I've been a ...... for a long time"

"I'm furious!"

A gust of white mist rolled and a cold wind blew through.

The two figures on the side of the bus stop disappeared at the same time.

After the white fog, only one young man stood up from the seat on the side of the platform, his black suit slightly changed in appearance, and his face also had an intricately shaped mask, and the pattern on the mask was an inverted mountain character.

【Teacher: Array】

[Kill the shepherd; Rescue the remaining students】

[Destiny has begun to weave, countdown has begun]

【11:59:59】

Behind the mask, Bai Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could feel the roar of burning qi and blood in the martial artist's body.

Destiny Weave is different from the Heroic Spirit Projection state, and does not need to be evenly divided with itself...... At this time, Bai Yu's strength was Zhang Zhenshan's heyday, and even surpassed his heyday.

The number of 30 floats above the head, which is very safe and deterrent.

The roaring qi and blood in the body roared like a dragon, the heart was beating, and the body was like several fuel engines built-in, and the tide of qi and blood was higher and higher, and the true qi was almost inexhaustible.

Bai Yu's thinking occupies an absolute dominant position, and he can't feel Zhang Zhenshan's consciousness and thinking at all, the only thing he can feel is ......

Only his anger.

The anger was not burning fiercely, but quietly igniting, like the heat in a boiler, not spreading, but igniting a fire in the chest.

Every breath is like pouring oxygen into a furnace, every breath is a bellows agitation, the rage expands and burns, and the fierce flames burn the stubborn iron in the heart.

Every beating of the heart is a beating of the steel in the heart, and each drop of the hammer splashes the sparks of this iron strike, shaping its appearance and shape until it is sharpened.

The anger of the teachers is a fire.

Bai Yu was the swordsmith.

He poured everything he saw and felt into the steel blade and hammered it into shape, incorporating that anger into the blade itself, and he himself felt the pain in the process.

But he will not scream or make a sound, but will remember these pains implicitly and stubbornly, absorb the experience, and the restrained emotions will become a part of life and precipitate, shaping Bai Yu's more spiritual soul in the future.

Growth never happens overnight, but once in a while, ...... There will also be a moment of growth.

When justice cannot come, private vengeance is justified, even noble.

Through the connection, he could see a bright red thread as a guide, drawing him to where the enemy was.

Bai Yu grasped the sharp blade forged in anger in his heart.

"Let's go......"

"Go for revenge."