Apocalyptic Forecast

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It didn’t die.

This is the first single thought after Sasaki Kiyomasa woke up.

After an explosion, attack, and ruthless attack, can you still have a life? show mercy? No, it should be said that you want to put this black pot on your head more than killing yourself…

In the ward in the cage, in the monotonous mechanical heart sound rhythm, Sasaki eyes opened and saw the cold incandescent light above his head.

“The wounds have been bandaged, and the lung and liver injuries need to be rehabilitated for a while, but the problem is not great. Excessive blood loss is not a big deal for Ascender, you should be lying obediently and honestly for a while. “

On the blue curtain, there is an old silhouette sitting.

Regardless of the patient’s body, smoking a cigarette rod, I don’t know how long it has been smoking, and the whole cage is filled with smoke. The buzzing exhaust fan was spinning rapidly, but the pungent smell still made Sasaki cough.

He looked down in silence, saw his almost fragmented and reassembled body, and finally saw his right leg, as well as the bracket and plaster installed on it.

“What’s wrong with my leg?” he asked.

Before syncope, he did not remember that he had such a scar.

“I personally interrupted.” The old man outside the curtain said: “For insurance.”

“It’s really painstaking work, Inujiang pursues it.”

Sasaki laughed indifferently and closed his eyes.

The mocking meaning not at all made Inu Jiang angry. The old man just knocked the cigarette rod on the table at will. After knocking out the ash, he filled another pot of shredded tobacco, carefully pressed it, and relighted it.

“This is for you.” He said.

Sasaki said nothing.

“Don’t worry about Zatou City, that guy has slipped a lot more than you and has run away.” Inu Jiang said, “blind would play this thing with shock, which is really beyond my expectations.”

Sasaki’s fingers shrank slightly, not at all responding.

What else can I say?

I jumped into the trap myself.

From beginning to end, it was an ambush against myself.

Outnumbered, that’s all, but also missed and arrested, and was charged with the crime of murderous demon, even death can not be innocent, like a joke.

“Since it’s gone, why bother to come back?

Inu sighed softly: “I heard that you had a good life in Ivory Tower, and you also have a new job, a new life, you should not come back…”

“It shouldn’t be exposed when you see something in the kill, right?”

Sasaki suddenly lifted his eyes, and the rough and haggard look suddenly rose sharply and sharply, like a samurai with a sword handle, coldly questioned.

Inu Jiang did not speak, smoking a cigarette in silence.

not at all denies all this.

It’s him, who killed Li Jianjin himself…

That night, it wasn’t the murderous devil, but Inujiang.

Sasaki, who once received the sword technique from Inujiang, saw this scene clearly in his eyes at the moment he traced it back.

“For so many years, Inujiang has been pursuing, and you still haven’t changed your habit of blood vibration and broken heart.” Sasaki asked quietly, “Why? Or, are you… intentionally?”

Why would you pretend to be a murderer and kill him?

Inu Jiang did not speak.

But Sasaki pressed step by step, raising his voice: “Because I don’t know who the real murderer is, right?! Once he speaks and is used by someone who is interested, Li Jianjia will be completely defeated…because the murderer Just hide in the house!”

“No, I’m a murderer. You guessed wrong, Sasaki.”

After hanging the curtain, the old man knocked on the cigarette rod in his hand. After knocking off the last cigarette ash, he slowly stood up and bowed to salute: “I’m sorry for planting with you.”

“I fell into the evil way and indulged in the thrill of killing people. When people get old, they will feel the decline of strength. I am unwilling to grow old. I have chosen the mystery of drinking blood to survive and maintain my vitality.”

He calmly said: “Please rest assured that after the matter is over, I will surrender to Crying Deer Hall, plead for a cesarean, and grievances for you. Before that, please rest well, and soon everything will settle. “

In this way, after a few steps back, he turned away, no longer nostalgic.

“What is the reason for shitlessness!”

But the man who was bound to the hospital bed did not rejoice in being able to wash away grievances. Instead, he was furious and roared angrily: “Inu Jiang! Inu Jiang! What are you doing!”

“Doing the right thing.”

Inu Jiangtou replied, “Do what the samurai should do… In this way, Li Jianjia will be preserved.”

“Is the preserved thing really the original Li Jian home!”

Sasaki struggled hard, regardless of the scar cracking, and the spread of blood, “So boast shamelessly, you Old Guy, do you really know how to write the word shame! Do you deserve to see you in the past to trust you as the master!”

Inu Jiang’s footsteps paused for a moment, and immediately became indifferent: “You and I are both samurai, and we should know the importance of grace. Don’t take the wild dog’s thinking to speculate on others and be correct.”

“Wild dogs also know right or wrong!”

Inujiang was silent for a moment and was amused.

It doesn’t matter about the head.

Realize how funny this debate is.

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s right or wrong. As long as Rishi can survive, as long as it can be maintained… Even if it’s just an empty shell, I can be punished by Master Zhongzang after death.”

The rickety old man gave him a last look and said goodbye: “All I can do is so much.”

The roar of anger behind no matter what.

He closed the door.

“Look at him.”

Finally, the supervisor said this: “If there is any aggression, killing it is fine.”

The regulator nodded indifferently.

Inujiang never looked back, straight up, through layers of defense, and saw Jiaoshan waiting at the door.

“What about people?” He asked.

“It’s already here,” said Jiaoshan. “Waiting for you.”

Inu Jiang nodded his head and walked straight towards the guarded quiet room.

Go through the corridors and portals and push open the last paper door.

Seeing the young samurai kneeling under the calligraphy and painting, as if he had foreseen something, his eyes were drooping, and his expression did not fluctuate.

I can’t see the impulsiveness and impatience shown in the normally deliberately.

Never conceal the dark evil in those eyes like a fox.

“There’s a long wait, a long time.”

Inu Jiang closed the door behind him and sat across from him: “I think, you should know why I came to you today.”

“Yes, there are labors who work hard to remove the traces for me.”

The young samurai bowed his head and sat down, thanking the old man: “I felt that people like me could not hide the elders like Mister Jiang. It seems that this day is faster than I expected. “

He said, “I am the murderer.”

Without any concealment, frankly and straightforwardly responded to Inu Jiang’s question.

But it made Inu Jiang not feel any anger or sadness, but only felt deep fatigue in the numbness.

Too many waves, too many storms.

There are too many changes.

Unconsciously, everything has become completely different from the past, completely different from what he knows.

But after so many years of left and right clumsiness, after the seam was patched up, when such a huge loophole appeared in front of his eyes, he could not even feel the fear.

Instead, there is an impulse to smile bitterly.

This day is finally here.

“…You did better than you said, quiet for a long time, better than everyone. I didn’t even doubt you before I fled.”

In the silence, he lowered his eyes and sighed softly, as if almost begging: “Just stop it, long quiet, everything still has a chance to be recovered.”

In silence, no one spoke again.

In the long silence, the young warrior seemed to be distracted.

Startled staring, staring at the solemn quiet room.

For a long time, for a long time.

“Canine Mister Jiang.”

He said softly, “I have, 2 fathers.”

“A father is an ineffective person. He brought me up and thought he was loving and thought he could get power… And there is a father who is an arrogant and shallow person who turns me into what he is now. I thought I was generous and thought I could play with everyone in the applause.

One of them taught me indifference, the other taught me pain. “

“But now, my two fathers are dead.”

He lowered his head, seeming to laugh at himself:

“I still remember my biological father’s loving and kind appearance before my mother’s death. I also remember that my adoptive father would have a high-spirited and vigorous appearance when he was first in power.”

“But until the end, they have never been able to achieve happiness, all they have gained is pain and death. They have never been able to fulfill their wishes, and even if they lose everything, even they have been transformed into something unrecognizable.”

He said, “Perhaps they shouldn’t be born in this family, just like me.”

In this way, the young samurai bowed his head calmly and apologized to the old man in front of him.

“Sorry, dog Mister Jiang, violated your expectations and trust.”

“I have no turning back.”

“…”

It should be said to be angry or sorry.

But Inu found that he couldn’t feel anything. There was only a moment of loss and emptiness, the sadness of hard to describe, “In such a city, you could have trusted the family…”

“No, dog Mister Jiang, I don’t want to be seen here.”

Satomi Kuri said, “I just want to destroy it.”

At that moment, the young samurai drew his sword!

However, it was too late…

Inu Jiang glanced sadly and didn’t want to look at it again.

As early as the moment he walked into this quiet room, he had fallen into the encirclement. Now the 8 dogmen who are at home are lurking outside the quiet room.

As long as there is a slight change in Jiu Jing, what is waiting for him is death.

In the silence, there was a chopping sound.

The scarlet colors spewed, staining the calligraphy and paintings on the wall red.

When the turbid blood dripped again and fell back to Inu Jiang’s face, making him slowly lifts the head in dullness, looked towards the unscathed long silence in front of him.

There are 5 fingers from his chest…from behind him.

Horn mountain.

The silent and determined warrior not at all drew his sword, just 5 fingers together, just like the edge of the gold iron torn the old man’s back heart, took off the heart, and pierced it from the chest.

Grasp slowly.

The debilitating heart collapsed.

“… Jiaoshan, when?” he asked wearily. .

“Long ago, Master Inujiang.”

The indifferent samurai replied expressionlessly: “Jiu Jing’s thoughts are the same as mine: so seeing the house in the house on struggling on whilst at death’s door can bring you only the pain of not seeing the end, just like you As always felt…”

At the moment when Pian An cornered, the mixed-race girl who was barely living peacefully at the border was also drawn into the struggle by this ugly storm, he already felt it.

What kind of hell has he turned into when he sees the house he is guarding?

He said, “It’s time to end this.”

Inu Jiang gasped tiredly, but raised his eyebrows, laughing like self-deprecation, closing his eyes, waiting for the arrival of death.

Jiaoshan slowly withdrew his hand, took out a square scarf, and wiped the blood.

While Jiu Jing held the knife, step by step stepped forward.

“Thank you for your care and sacrifices over the years. I’m sorry to see you. I am very sorry for your expectations.” The blade slowly raised and aimed at Inu Jiang’s neck. Jiu Jing finally said goodbye: “Please rest.”

At that moment, there was a thunderous roar burst.

lightning burst into nothingness.

Because Inu Jiang opened his pupils, and out of those turbid eyes, burst out brilliant and hot rays of light.

The aging and tired body in this brief moment has reversed time, regardless of the erosion of the years and the entanglement of pain, pulling the sword, stepping forward, cutting forward!

At this moment, the dying old lion burst into the last grimace.

The miracle of the 8th room came here, and it went away instantly…

2 people staggered.

There was a deep scar on Jiu Jing’s face, almost dividing that face into two. Now, the scars are slowly closing together and recovering quickly as new.

Can’t see how close it was to death.

In the footsteps of staggering, the blade of Inujiang’s hand was fragmented, and the blood color sputtered thinly from his chest, taking away the last breath.

The aging and broken body finally fell down and made a deep voice.

As if the bubble burst.

Maybe it was the sound of waking up from a long daydream?

it is finally over.

Sorry, loyal Tibetan, sorry.

I have…can’t save it anymore… see you here…

He closed his eyes for the last time and prayed silently.

Please, punish me…