But my sister never came back. After a long time, she learned that her sister was already on the verge of [alienation] at that time. She was afraid that she would have no one to take care of her when she died, so she made a deal with the man with her body. The man's methods were notoriously bloody and cruel, and his sister was tortured to death in bed by him.

After looking for her sister for many days but not finding her, the man pretended that her sister had entrusted her to her. Margaret was terrified, but she didn't know why, so she could only nod.

The man saw the cream cake that had been on the table for a week and asked, "Don't you like to eat cakes?" She was so frightened that she shook her shoulders and said, "I like it." She opened the beautifully packaged box, scooped up a small piece of the cake with a fork, which had long been rancid and stinky, and stuffed it into her mouth. She lowered her head and suppressed her crying, but the tears were uncontrollable.

She felt like her teeth were aching. Numbly eating the cake that has long been stinky.

At that time, I had lost my sense of taste.

But she still felt that it was the most unpalatable cake she had ever tasted.

Salty and bitter.

How could there be such a terrible cream cake?

"You're prettier than your sister."

After taking her out the door. The man, suddenly bowing his head, said something like this to her.

Margaret was scared and tried to pull her hand, but the man grabbed her tighter and tighter.

The first day he brought her back, the man tried to rape her. Margaret viciously bit off the bridge of his nose. So, the man was furious and said that he would strip her naked, let everyone see that she was gang-raped by wild dogs, and make her a bitch that everyone could get on in the promised land.

Margaret was dragged out by the man's hair, and fled in the chaos.

She had hated the fog of the Promised Land, but now she was awake that day of fog.

I don't know how these fogs came about, and even A-class abilities can't pass through them.

So the man scolded and looked for her, and mobilized everyone to look for her together.

She didn't know where to run, so Margaret ran to Finnsaril.

She was barefoot, covered in wounds, ragged, and her nose was red from crying. At that time, she had only one thought, she was going to find her father and sister. Finnsaril's central building started out as a concrete high-rise.

The soles of her feet were covered in blood, and she was afraid of the people chasing after her, so she ran all the way to the building. At that time, she was in pain and hungry, and she was numb from pain. But ordinary people can't compare to the reaction speed of the supernatural,

The group chased after them.

They scolded her in the dirtiest flower language.

Margaret climbed to the top floor, and remembered her sister's hand around her neck that night. So why did she wake up, it would be good if she didn't wake up, the sea breeze dried her tears, and Margaret's long hair and dress hunted with the wind. The fog in the Promised Land was so great that she couldn't see what was down there. Margaret held the iris brooch in both hands, closed her eyes, and said God in her heart, she liked to be lazy every time she prayed as a child, but this time, she was so devout and thirsty for God. She wanted them to be reunited in heaven.

"Slut! Come over to me! ”

The man's ability is wind control.

Margaret heard the sound and jumped from the tall building.

She clutched the iris brooch in both hands and fell from the top floor, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes and seeping into her hair.

As she fell, she looked up and saw every screen of Finnsaril.

When she was humiliated and forced to commit suicide, a dinner party was playing on Finnsaril's big screen to celebrate Dr. Qin's safe return from the deep sea. Staggered, shining.

Margaret's blue pupils stared at the scene, and finally chosen, closed.

In the ruins, a knife stood horizontally on the ground, the blade facing the sky.

It's like the fate of the family.

Margaret fell like a bird, her neck striking the knife.

Laugh at. It was a very slight sound, the sound of a blade piercing flesh and cutting off blood vessels.

Blood gushed out.

She clearly sensed that the knife had cut off her neck.

It was just a matter of time before her head rolled to the ground.

She closed her eyes and let go of her hands.

The iris brooch fell out and fell into a pool of her blood, and the delicate pattern suddenly began to flow like water, surging with extremely terrifying power.

It hurts, it hurts. But at that moment, in addition to liberation, she also had incomprehensible hatred.

Why.

Why.

Why.

She has a myriad of whys in her heart?

Why?

Why is she suffering from everything!

Why did Butterfly Island banish her dad here!

Why wasn't it the group of people from Butterfly Island who died!

Why! Why don't they die!

And in the dark, she seemed to hear a sigh. Immediately afterward, someone also asked why in her mind.

She is angry, hateful, and wants to destroy the world. Other voices were suspicious, with the naivety of ignorance peculiar to the aristocracy.

In the change of a dynasty, there are always "innocent" losers - at least they feel "innocent".

Whether right or wrong, the consciousness of the loser has been endowed with extremely powerful power by the torrent of the times. And the Iris badge of the Green family became a token, and it all happened to be deposited.

Their voices were soft, as if they were the last words of the guillotine, but with the overwhelming smell of blood that almost drowned people.

Many people of that era were asking, asking the poor people who broke into Paris because they couldn't afford to eat bread.

"Why, why...... You don't eat cake? ”

On that day, the Promised Land ushered in its first S-class ability.

Chapter 356: The Ghost of the Dead Sea (30)

Cornered, she fell from the city walls and was rescued by her ancestors.

It's raining in the Promised Land. Big drops of black rain washed away the fog. It fell on her scarred body, and it hurt like a whip.

Margaret trembled, her thin white arms propped up on the ruins, and she struggled to get up and stand up.

The scent of irises lingered around her, helping her crumbling head back into place.

The gentle scent of flowers wrapped around her neck, stitching up her wound and leaving a permanent scar.

The badge was gone, but everything about the family was forever in her soul. is also engraved into the soul, as well as her countless voices of "why" to Butterfly Island.

With these "whys", she came back alive from hell. She wiped the blood from her neck and walked forward.

One step is a blood-colored footprint. Margaret, covered in wounds, walked into the depths of the mist, blood snaking behind her, like a thin stream.

In the ninth year of the calamity, Dr. Qin returned from the deep sea.

Humans have developed [biological potions], and Butterfly Island has a solution to alienation, which has become a turning point in the era of calamity. Milestone.

It stands to reason that after the birth of the [Biopotion], there is no need for the [Promised Land] to exist, and Butterfly Island can let them out.

However, it didn't.

At the beginning, those nobles dared to trample on them like this and make fun of them, because they were sure that what happened here would not be known to anyone. The pickles that happened in the Promised Land will not be known to anyone from the outside world! The human hierarchy tacitly left them to fend for themselves.

Margaret often sat alone on the planks of Friga Harbour and watched the long fog linger on the sea. When she awakened her S-Class, she knew that Frigaport was built by an S-Class Ability. Even the black fog on the sea was the work of an S-class ability.

And now they are far from being their opponents.

Margaret wore a hood and tucked her body into a black cloak, she tilted her head and looked at the sky.

The fog in the sea had not lifted, so much so that she had almost forgotten about it...... What the stars look like.

Fourteen years of calamity.

The Promised Land is here—an uninvited guest.

The Promised Land has not come for a long time. So as soon as he came, he attracted everyone's attention.

Margaret stood in the corner of the alley, her eyes falling on the man's clothes. Familiar black military uniform, silver brief, but this person's temperament was different from all the executive officers she had seen before. He emerged from the fog, his legs slender and straight, and landed steadily on Frigga Harbor. The first thing I saw was his hand, which was well-jointed and was being loaded.

The faint green tendons that appeared on the back of the cold white hand contained deadly danger.

The executive of Butterfly Island has always regarded himself as "righteous". But this man wasn't, and he was more murderous and indifferent than anyone she had ever seen in the Promised Land.

When this uninvited guest walked into the Promised Land, he was shocked not only by the people in the city, but also by the people watching the play off-screen. For the first time, Margaret saw the nobles who were always beaming on the screen, their faces bloodless, and the extreme fear and shock in everyone's eyes.

They were all scared, they were all hysterical, they were all questioning why this man was here.

Margaret obviously had a good memory, but she couldn't remember the person's appearance now, but she remembered that the person was very good-looking. —Pair of dark eyes, quenched as cold as ice, surveyed the whole city.

She couldn't be sure of his ability level, but she knew he was definitely the best of the Butterfly Island.

He didn't even pay attention to the restrictions of Frigala Harbor.

The people in the Promised Land do not lack the ability to judge the situation. They knew he was dangerous.

So the crowd cleared the way for him.

Even the fog has been lifted for him.

It's like dreaming. Because of his coming, the age of sin in the Promised Land ended.

He came to Finnsaril and shot the muzzle of a gun in the face of the biggest spectator on the screen. In an instant, all surveillance video equipment was discarded. The big nobleman on the screen screamed, and the people next to him were in a hurry, but they dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

Even Frigaport, who had trapped her, was completely destroyed by this man's bullet.

The moment Frigala Harbor collapsed, he turned away, stepping over the debris and dust, without saying a word.

The fog of the Promised Land finally lifted, and many people's lips trembled in disbelief and sobbed.

And Margaret stood in the corner, playing with an iris in her hand, but she only felt sick and sick to her stomach.

In One Thousand and One Nights, there is a story of "The Fisherman and the Devil".

In the first century, the devil thought, if anyone saves me, I will give him a lifetime of wealth; In the second century, the devil thought, "If anyone saves me, I will dig up all the treasures in the earth for him." In the third century, the devil thought, if anyone saves me, I will grant his three wishes for free.

But no one came. So in the fourth century, the devil thought, if anyone saves me, I will kill him.