"My father's body was found by me, and the vertebral body was next to the body. ”

"The father who didn't understand the effect of the cone must be a low-level, and the divination of a low-level transcendent is feasible. ”

In the basement of the burial area, the corresponding sequential blocks are arranged, the lips move slightly, and the eyes are cold.

"The weaver of the fate of all beings, the key to the fate of all beings, the river of fate of the past life, in the vast sea of stars, under the balance of fate ......"

The rapidly burning spirituality expands and shines, and the space under perception is superimposed, linking with some kind of root.

The surrounding space is infected with various colored bands of light, and the space is superimposed, and then superimposed.

A distracting Charles sits atop a mottled throne.

The old throne was covered with nicks, and illusory voices rang in the ears, some grandiose, some whispering.

Black swirls float in the strange space.

Look away from the whirlpool and clench the armrest.

The space is surging, and the prologue blocks are arranged in various shapes, and it is still the strange river.

Charles has a delusion, and the more he thinks about it, the more his heart palpitates!

He is infinite, incomprehensible, spreading wanton waves and sending chills through his heart.

The aura of the Dao blooms, which is an endless river of light, like the purest light.

The mighty surge, countless starry points of light form the foundation.

His eyes were cold, "The river of fate in the past life represents the kingdom of God." ”

It was incomparably hot, silent and sounding, surging and strange under the long river.

"There's a lot of secrets hidden here. ”

It seems to be a long river through the past and the present, as if there is endless sorrow hidden, and this place seems to be the beginning and the end of the world.

The black funnel high above the sky is still shining, and the heart is becoming more and more urgent, the funnel represents death, which is the mark of the stranger!

"My father's daily life before he died. ”

The bands of light spread out, revealing a slightly blurred phantom.

A middle-aged man with a similar appearance to Charles sat on a wooden chair, struggling to swallow shriveled bread.

He frowned, dead silence permeating him.

"Transcendent! Sure enough, he was transcendent before he obtained the vertebrae!"

Charles had been in contact with the cones, and at that time the vertebrae only had an amplification effect.

The father who is covered with dead silence is enough to show that he is extraordinary.

The middle-aged man with his brows twisted together pursed his lips, threw away the bread, took out the golden chicken thighs and nibbled on them.

Charles felt his heart ...... bleeding.

"Father can improve the family situation! The power of the transcendent is enough to change, why hide it? Will it let me be stable for the rest of my life? Will it not let me step into the truth of the world?"

"No way! Or what the stranger's followers are planning, hiding!"

Many doubts from the past came to my mind, "Is the stranger his real name? No, it's just a concept!"

"Where did the real name go, why can I chant the stranger?will, March, roots, life are all concepts. ”

"In my vague memory, the original lord chanted the stranger in the Death Ship Ceremony!"

"What's the difference between a god's real name and concept?"

"What was the pure will that stood still on the river that day, and why did he have authority?"

Covering his forehead, "It seems that there is still a long way to go!"

..................

His eyes were flickering, "Father is a believer in strangers, this is a breakthrough." ”

"But how can stranger believers connect with each other?"

His eyes became illusory, and he intensified his gaze at the light band, which was still bright and blurred.

The brilliance swells, then becomes clear.

The figure in a shabby coat blends into the old old town, where the occasional figure rushes by, leaning against a lamppole.

A match was taken out of the pocket, and the flame swelled in the friction, and the flame disappeared and extinguished in the smoke.

At an angle that no one else can see, the fingers move slightly, gluing the paper strip to the bottom of the oil lamp, and the trench coat covers the secret movements.

After swallowing, his fingers moved slightly, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground in a graceful arc, raising his foot and crushing.

A touch of sparks burst out, the shabby trench coat was a little more burnt, his face was a little unnatural, and he left in a hurry.

The night watchmen extinguished the bright flames one by one and went away in the mist.

"This street lamp belongs to kerosene lamps, and if I remember correctly, it was invented by the Elsie Institute of Technology in 2975, and it is not universal to all street lamps. ”

Looking around, the door is engraved with vague handwriting, 45 Dole Street.

Charles was a little excited, "There must be something unusual in the placement of street lights, and what is the rule?"

Try to spread the light strip around, and from the top view, the surrounding blocks appear as a nested ring, with the center of the ring intersecting with the streetlight!

"Rings, every advance on the path of death is a black ring!"

"There are many places where this kind of ring is nested in layers, how can you accurately distinguish them?"

At that time, Uncle Buck locked the mental space and used the spirit left by the medium, "That's right!"

"Breath, it must be breath! I need to go to Afra, she must have my custody. ”

..................

As the army withdrew, Charles took the newspaper from the newsboy at random, and after paying the coin, the newsboy ran away, shouting the headline of the thunderman.

The Wil newspaper was formal, detailing the dispute from all angles, but concealing the role of the Lower City coin on the economy as a whole.

It said there was no winner in the conflict.

The newspaper is more terrifying, "Tonight is the funeral of Mari Kosi, the son of the governor of Kosi, in a small burial area!"

Charles was silent, and it was not expected that the news would shock the whole city.

Because no one could have imagined that Governor Kosi would put his son in the police station as a police inspector!

There are two factions in the newspaper, the first is the rational analysis of cronyism.

He also pondered the shortcomings of the aristocracy and envisioned a fairer capitalist system.

The second kind of special gossip takes this matter very seriously, and dissects the entire aristocracy in a satirical way, which is sobering!

Regardless of the faction, it is thoroughly demonstrated that the bourgeoisie has mastered its own ideological discourse.

A lie is told 1,000 times and it becomes true, and when bourgeois ideology is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it is the day of qualitative change in society!

............

Tonight, the lights are not extinguished, this is the victory that belongs to North McCann, and the golden dawn that belongs to North McCann!

Without stopping the clapping of his hands behind his back, Mari Kosi's death is a cause for joy.

Crazy people and other gang leaders who sacrificed for the country have been completely sublimated into national heroes!

The lower town prepares a grand and solemn funeral for this purpose.

The people of the lower city have become extremely united due to the conflict, and they all acquiesce in the absolute rule of the death knell forces in the lower city district!

This is not broken, it is not broken, it is not broken, it is the reconstruction of the embers, it is a new life! North McCann once again stands up and welcomes the future!

When foreign enemies invade, Deathbell shows its sharp fangs, and takes on the responsibility of guarding!

It is foreseeable that the death knell organization will eventually turn into a political party, which is a historical trend!

Countless people are surging at the registration office, and tonight is a bloody night! Countless forces have been uprooted in the Xiacheng stronghold!

Tonight is a night of revelry!

Deathstroke sat on a jewel-hollowed throne, silently spinning the revolver, a sparkle in the corner of his eye.