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The breeze blew through the tall buildings, and the black windbreaker was floating in the air. Zhang Lin stood above the city with a sickle in hand, his body suspended quietly without any support.

There is only gray and white in the city, and the walls reveal the pure original color of concrete, without any color or shape.

Each building only retains its original block state, and the windows are monotonous, making them look like the ventilation holes on a pet cage, sealing in every human being.

There is only gray here, a dull gray without any color, and even the sky is gloomy and dim under severe pollution.

There are people coming and going in the city, and it seems to be very popular, but everyone has a stiff face and no mood swings, like a zombie.

Electronic screens that can be seen everywhere on the streets are constantly playing religious declarations. Emotions are the most common cause of human disease. Only by abandoning emotions can the world be peaceful.

All people with emotional fluctuations will become the source of violence. For the sake of world peace, these people must be eliminated!

Zhang Lin took a deep breath. Although the global surveillance system has been out of action for a long time, there is absolutely no such lifeless city there.

Look at yourself again, your right arm is filled with black energy, half of your body is wrapped in the Death robe, the hem is tattered and fluttering in the wind, and the cold and sharp Death sickle is slightly broken.

This is the state of my soul, and my body is nowhere to be found.

People in the city use drugs to suppress their emotions, and everyone becomes as rational and ruthless as a machine. The world seen through the power of death is extremely gloomy, and the entire city has long been filled with despair and fear.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Bells rang in the city, and everyone suddenly stopped moving as if someone had cast a calming spell on them.

Zhang Lin's thoughts moved slightly, and he slowly fell from the air. Looking at the cold faces around him, he felt inexplicably sad.

Even if they are alive like this, what is the difference between them and dead?

As the bell stopped, everyone moved in unison, taking out a small injection gun from their pockets, loading the bright yellow medicine into the syringe, and injecting it into the neck.

Then, these people acted again as if what just happened had nothing to do with them.

"Whoo~"

An unidentifiable long cry reached his ears. Zhang Lin turned around in surprise, and saw a man wearing gray overalls next to him.

Like everyone else, he put the injection gun that had just been injected into his pocket, his face expressionless like a machine.

Curious in his heart, Zhang Lin slowly floated up and followed the man.

The cold wind blew, and the man felt a chill on his back and wanted to look back, but his shoulders and back twitched slightly, suppressing this sensual movement.

Taking a deep breath, looking only forward, trying to keep his face cold, and walking slowly towards his work place with a slight rhythm.

Soldiers armed with weapons can be seen on both sides of the street from time to time. They all wear helmets and black windbreakers, making people wonder where their eyes will fall.

Standing on a high platform was a little boy wearing a black uniform. Compared to his age, his clothes looked old-fashioned and rigorous, like an improved version of Nabi's clothes.

The pink and tender skin looks very cute, and the face still has the baby fat unique to children.

Of course, it would be more adorable if his face had the innocence that a child should have, but now, Zhang Lin only saw indifference and sharpness from the face of that only a few years old.

This is an expression that should not appear on a child's face, and beside him stood two soldiers holding weapons, as if they were ready to be dispatched at any time.

Suddenly, the child's eyes fell on him, and Zhang Lin frowned slightly.

can he see me?

After a slight hesitation, the two soldiers beside the boy pushed through the crowd and rushed over, directly penetrating his body as if they had caught something.

Turning around suddenly, the man he had been following just now had a tense face and pretended to be calm, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him.

"You're under arrest, emotional criminal!"

The soldier uttered cold words, but the man still pretended to be unmoved.

"No, I think you must be mistaken."

As he spoke, his face quickly turned pale and colorless, and slight sweat broke out on his forehead.

His acting skills were really poor. Even Zhang Lin could tell that he was very nervous and there was fear in his eyes.

Compared with the indifferent eyes around him, he was too eye-catching.

The man was taken away. Zhang Lin did not follow him, but stood next to the boy who identified the man just now.

The moment he was caught again, he saw the aura of death from that man. The lingering aura of death emanated from his body, and his fate had already been marked by that one.

It slowly flew up and hovered above the boy's head.

In this gray world, the boy's sky-blue eyes are very beautiful, but it is these eyes that allow soldiers to constantly catch criminals from the crowd.

Zhang Lin floated quietly above him, watching the criminals being screened and arrested one by one.

Soon after, another little girl came to take over his job. The boy left under the leadership of the soldiers, and Zhang Lin followed them.

They talked about the car, and the criminals who were caught before were in the escort car behind.

Well-trained soldiers were driving. The boy was expressionless and sat between the two soldiers, while Zhang Lin got into the prison car.

Two heavily armed soldiers sat between them, and the prisoners could no longer tense their fragile nerves.

Some were crying, some were praying, and some were strong and calm with ashen faces, making themselves look as cold and heartless as those soldiers.

The vehicle quickly stopped and the boy left.

When he got out of the car, a strand of silk floated out of his fingertips and merged into the boy's body. It was a mark that allowed him to locate the boy's position at any time.

Sitting on the prison van, the vehicle drove for more than ten minutes and finally stopped in front of a huge building.

Soldiers escorted the prisoners, and tests and trials awaited them.

Zhang Lin looked up at the majestic building in front of him, the death sickle in his hand trembled slightly, and the sky was filled with irresolvable resentment and curses.

"Oops!"

The two seemed to resonate, and the energy fluctuations that humans could not see turned into a storm vortex in the air. The death sickle in his hand trembled with light, as if it was about to be released.

Zhang Lin held on to him tightly, as the endless storm in the sky approached more and more, and the black windbreaker on his body rustled in the strong wind.

With a sudden thought in his heart, he jumped up, raised his sickle high and flew towards the storm!

Boom!

The sky and the earth exploded, and the whirlwind seemed to be pulled, swarming towards the Death Scythe. The violent energy impact tore the clothes on his body to pieces. Zhang Lin groaned and the violent dark power swept from his hand and swallowed it instantly!

In reality, a breeze was blowing, and rows of solemn soldiers looked forward with cold faces, knowing nothing about anything.

A white car stopped outside, and a stern man wearing a black priest uniform got out of it.

Looking up at this extremely majestic and huge faith building in front of us, it looks so heavy and depressing against the gray sky.

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