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Of course, Chang Shuo's parents couldn't hear him at all. The distance between the two sides was not just a few meters, but two worlds.

The world of life and death.

"Okay, okay, stop crying." Chang Shuo's father patted the shoulder of the man in his arms.

The crying inside the house weakened. Maybe Chang Shuo's mother was tired from crying, or...she accepted the reality.

The cloud moved away from his body to make room for the sun.

The light passed through the window, illuminating the dust in the air, and then fell on the two elderly people.

The scene began to change, and the surrounding space spread out like broken glass, and then disappeared into the air.

The dark red sky was gloomy, with no end in sight.

There is a scorched ground beneath my feet, without any vitality, it seems that even the most tenacious seeds cannot germinate on this ground.

Qiancang felt a little dizzy on his head. At this moment, he was hit by something.

Turning his head, he saw a dull man with a black iron chain tied to his hands and feet. The iron chain stretched upwards until he couldn't see it. At this time, the mature man was dragging the chain forward.

At this time Qian Cangyi's mind was clear, and he began to observe his surroundings carefully.

He was surprised to find that in this black earth, there were countless people walking forward. Although the money warehouse could not see the end, the densely packed number of people could not be matched by even the most magnificent war films.

"Where is this?" Qiancang took a deep breath without any discomfort.

He stretched out his hand and looked at it. He was not locked by the chain, but suddenly there was an ordinary porcelain bowl on his right hand. At the bottom of the porcelain bowl, there was still some black liquid remaining.

"After drinking this bowl of no-regrets medicine, you should be able to go?" A black and red mask appeared in front of Qiancang. It was a face-sized mask, red and black entangled with each other, extending to the bottom.

"No regret medicine?" Qian Cangyi carefully stared at the bottom of the porcelain bowl.

Some pictures emerged in the black liquid, and the pictures inside were exactly what Chang Shuo experienced during these three days.

"Everyone who has died is unwilling to face the facts, always thinking that he still has many things to do and cannot die, but the rules cannot be changed." The mask turned around Qiancang.

"What rules?" Qiancang asked with a frown.

"Didn't I already tell you? In your human terms, the dead will become'trackers', pulling'history' forward. This is the rule of this world, and no one can resist." The mask began to spiral upward. , Came to Qiancangyi’s head, "No one knows what'history' is, no one can even see it clearly. Some say it is a wheel, some say it is everywhere, some say it is everything, the only thing One thing is certain is that we are all part of'history'."

"On the'history', there are countless civilizations. Living creatures enjoy what is called life in civilization, while the dead come here. In the words of your human beings, it should be called'the place of the end. ', the destiny after death."

When the mask said this, it turned around again and floated in front of the Qiancang.

"There is no end to the end, and time is already dead. Everyone will not be tired. I remember that one person once refuted my sentence. He said to me: nonsense, the dead will of course not be tired. After he finished speaking He also said that he would enjoy the end of the land, but now I can’t find him, mainly because it’s unnecessary. Anyway, there is only the word “forward” left in his brain.”

"What is the no-regret medicine?" Qian Cangyi's face was very calm.

"It's the thing in your bowl. Although it's just a trivial element of dragging the'history' forward, but somehow it also made a little effort, so we'see-offs' have made such a thing, and it can be regarded as a thing for you. The reward." As soon as the mask finished, the porcelain bowl in Qiancang's hand slowly floated.

"Although I am a'see-off', I don't know much. As far as status is concerned, it is not much higher than you. The'see-off' has no past and no future. The only thing I can do is let' Trackers' get on the road as soon as possible. This is our job and... the only value."

"Now, it's time to go on the road." The mask whispered.

In an instant, Qiancang felt a huge danger, and even when faced with this danger, he could not produce a sense of resistance, as if he had given up all hope at the moment he realized the danger.

Is this... the truth?

As soon as Qiancang first started thinking, four chains flew down in the dark red sky, and his goal was Qiancang One.

At this moment, a horn sounded, surging and continuous, as if it carried through the whole world.

"Another civilization is destroyed, alas, I'm busy again." The mask shook left and right, as if shaking his head.

"Really?" Qiancang raised his head and looked at the iron chain that was about to approach him.

In the bottom of his heart, for some reason, a force is growing, and this force offsets the unresistible oppression.

I don't want to just give up like this, I never need no regret medicine!

He roared in his heart.

Before the iron chain touched him, his body moved a bit~www.ltnovel.com~ just enough to avoid the iron chain, but the iron chain seemed to have life, and turned around halfway. What's more bizarre is that the speed is not Anything slows down.

The leader of Time Tomb.

Skills are activated.

The familiar feeling of suffocation did not come, nothing changed, everything went on, as if not disturbed at all.

By the way, I remember that the mask who claimed to be the ‘Forerunner’ said that in the land of the end, time is already dead...Is there no way?

As soon as Qian Cangyi's thoughts appeared, his limbs were **** with chains.

"How do I smell the smell of time?" The mask said suspiciously.

At this moment, Qiancang heard a deafening sound, "Go forward, forward forward, forward forward, forward, forward, forward, forward, forward..."

Countless voices shouted the same sentence, and these voices came from all directions, as if they had irresistible power.

Immediately afterwards, the chain tensed backwards, and Qian Cangyi also raised his right foot.

no no!

No matter how loud the roar was in his heart, he couldn't resist this force. He stepped on the ground with his right foot, his knees began to bend, and his body's center of gravity gradually shifted to his right foot. Then, his left foot began to lift.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Unbearable pain came from all over the body. Every skin and every capillary was trembling with the pain.

A white figure walked out of Qiancang Yi's body.

Qiancang squatted halfway on the ground, sweat all over his body, but the pain was quickly disappearing. After taking two deep breaths, he stood up and saw the white figure walking forward.

At the same time, the body of the white figure quickly normalized.

The figure that walked out of Qiancangyi's body was exactly the same as Qiancangyi's back!