Yang Ji looked up at the wellhead with a glimmer of light, and kept holding on to it, and there was a feeling of ups and downs in his heart.

He has been lonely since he was a child, and after being taken in by Dean Dong in Nanshui Orphanage, he thought that this would be the end of his life, but the events that have happened one after another in the past few days have broken through his cognition, and the world has opened a new door for him.

There was a slippery touch of bricks between his fingers, Yang Ji climbed the moss-spreading brick surface and tried to maintain his balance, what was unimaginable before became possible from today, and going out from here meant a new beginning.

Maybe there are many unknown dangers and thorns on the road ahead, but aren't the best scenery hell under your feet and heaven under your eyes?

Yang Ji is an atheist, but for the first time he doubts whether there really are gods. He has always been nervous, and he did not think deeply about this philosophical question, after all, filling his stomach is the right thing.

It was midnight and it was raining heavily.

Xiao Suo's front door of the Nanshui Orphanage, which was standing in the depths of the alley, was pushed open with a "squeak", and a young man who was covered in tatters and exuded a foul smell slipped in like a chicken in soup, and looked at Yang Ji at a fixed look.

Yang Ji, who was afraid of disturbing everyone, tiptoed to the kitchen, poured out some leftovers of cold rice in the refrigerator, and scooped up the water in the bucket while chewing heavily, choking and coughing without slowing down.

After filling his hungry stomach for a few days, Yang Ji burped and returned to his room satisfied, but after a while, he heard a scream across the silent orphanage.

"Dean!Zhou'er!Why is there no one!"

He searched the small courtyard, and finally found a letter on the dean's desk, opened the envelope and saw a few words:

"Yang Ji, Xibin is no longer a place to stay for a long time, please leave for Changjing immediately, in case of trouble, dial this number, and someone will make proper arrangements for you...... Everything will be explained after the meeting, I hope you are all well. ”

It's the dean's handwriting.

Yang Ji looked at the string of numbers marked at the end, folded the envelope in half, and carefully stuffed it into his arms.

At this time, a dazzling light suddenly pierced the night sky, and he looked up at the window, and a round of green sun rose in the torrential rain.

......

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The establishment of the Confederation went through many upheavals, most of which revolved around religious and ethnic conflicts and independence movements, until the promulgation of the Federal Constitution and the Patriotic Pact was the completion of the unity of will, which imposed strict restrictions on the right to proselytize and racial discrimination.

On the north side of the government building in Nishihama City sits a war memorial covering an area of nearly 100 acres, standing majestically on a tall stone platform set up by a hundred stone steps, and adjacent is a bronze statue several meters high, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and riding a horse with raised hooves, holding a sword in his hand, he is the founding president of the Federation, Moken.

The president was revered for putting the interests of the people first, so his statue was surrounded by flowers and fruit baskets, and the statue was wiped spotlessly clean, in memory of the great man who single-handedly founded the Union.

At this time, there was a man who risked his big face and sat on top of the great man's head, if it weren't for the fact that he was in the middle of the night, he was afraid that he would have to be dragged down by the angry people and beaten up.

But even so, he didn't care at all, because he was shut.

The moment he came out of the ground, he had nowhere to hide.

Two powerful auras locked him on.

He is the turtle in the urn and the fish in the pond.

Unable to escape.

The night seemed to have weight, and the ground in the distance began to tremble slightly, and countless figures appeared in the night like ghosts, rushing to the high ground from all directions.

"Mr. Guan, those who know the times are Junjie! Our Li family doesn't want to be your enemy, as long as you hand over that thing to me, today we will turn the war into a jade silk, and what I promised will be fulfilled. “

Li Feishen's lips twitched, and the golden-trimmed black robe danced in the wind, like an eagle that chose the opportunity to devour in the dark night, and the voice exploded in Guan Jie's ears far but clearly.

Guan Jue looked at the man standing at the highest point in Xibin City, the corners of his mouth hooked up a contemptuous arc, and responded:

"It's just a small object, and it actually makes the sect master personally preside over the overall situation?"

"Don't pretend to be confused, it may be the fire left over from the previous dynasty! How precious is this thing, why do you knowingly ask Guan Lao!?"

"The opportunities pursued by all practitioners are hidden in the ten fires of the previous dynasty, and since you know it, then you should understand that I can't give it to others. “

"So what? Your clan has become the dust of history, and I hope that today you can make a wise enough choice to leave the last trace of blood for the Guan clan. “

"The affairs of the Guan family, it's not your turn to take care of it! Don't try it anymore, if you want to, you can take it with your own ability. Guan Jue narrowed his eyes, and the violent blood red flashed between his eyes.

The black, oppressive lead clouds in the sky had completely obscured the starlight and moonlight, and the whole city of Nishihama was plunged into hellish darkness, and the thousands of candles lit through the windows were like scattered fireflies, adding a bit of loneliness.

Bang!

A thunderclap rolled and exploded in the air, and a strong wind rose out of thin air, causing the branches and leaves on the ground to whirl into the air.

First there was a muffled, thin sound, like the sound of a pearl striking on a blunt object, and then the sound grew louder and louder, and in just a few minutes the raindrops had fallen into the dust like the beating of a thousand war drums.

A bolt of lightning snaked across the sky, illuminating the world white, and in the midst of this heavy rain, hundreds of black-clad secret police officers turned their hands into knives, and their hands glowed with strange iron gray, and they charged at the man standing on the war memorial one after another.

"The dignified family, will only send some little minions to send them to death?" Guan Zhuan's voice was annihilated in the sound of wind and rain and dense footsteps, and Li Feishen, who was still in the distance, was not disturbed at all, and smiled coldly:

"Everyone understands the truth of ants biting elephants, but this is not the same thing as whether it can be done. I wonder if Guan Lao is satisfied with this hors d'oeuvres?"

The strong wind rolled the raindrops into an overwhelming rain tide that swept through the city, and at this time, Guan Jue faced another arrogant black tide, and a feeling of loneliness suddenly surged in his heart.

Loneliness is followed by sadness, perhaps because I remembered the arrogance of killing alone for so many years, or maybe it was just out of the sentimentality of an old man in the twilight, and Guan Jue suddenly wanted to recite poetry.

A poem that kills.