Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Liu Qingfeng's very simple house.

Yu Sheng sat on the sofa, while the animation was still playing on the TV.

Just watching so calmly, a little lost in thought.

After Liu Qingfeng died, the key to this room was also handed over to Yu Sheng as a relic.

for a long time...

"Where did it burn?"

Whispering, puzzled, he turned off the TV, held the demon crystal, and practiced again.

Through the recent study of the picture scroll, he has roughly figured out the rules.

Every time the gray gas spreads over this 'sap', a spar will be embedded automatically.

But the premise still depends on Yu Sheng's usual practice, and the energy will be activated when the next awakening is ready at any time.

Otherwise it will remain silent.

And there is...

Beside the 'sap', the second shadow can already be vaguely seen, but it is very blurry, and the shape cannot be seen. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the overall area is not large.

Just in the morning, Yu Sheng at home also received an invitation from Mo Ge for the assessment.

The time is half a month later.

It is also the eve of the return of all colleges and universities.

Tomorrow is the graduation ceremony of No. [-] Middle School.

Perhaps, I will spend the most time in this room in the near future.

late at night.

Yu Sheng cooked meals alone in the kitchen. After eating, he skillfully set up traps at the door and window. Then he went back to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, looked at the moonlight by the window, held the dagger tightly in his hand, and slowly walked away. .

If we say that Yu Sheng's heart is dark and silent.

That Liu Qingfeng was a faint candle, burning stubbornly, illuminating a corner in his heart.

but...

After all, it is just a light.

Perhaps one day, with the continuous addition of various fuels, this light will become more vigorous, completely illuminating Yu Sheng's heart.

But at least...not now.

The heart that has been frozen for many years, perhaps the only warmth, was only given to Liu Qingfeng.

Facing other people, he is still the rest of his life.

Indifferent, calm, cautious for the rest of his life.

The only difference from the past is that facing those people who are not overflowing with gray air and are relatively completely isolated from themselves, Yu Sheng may also try to give that person a chance to walk towards himself.

Well, just go to yourself.

two way...

Can't do it for the rest of my life now, maybe in the future... and can't do it either.

That night, Yu Sheng slept soundly.

Until the next morning, I simply ate breakfast, took back the traps I had set up, and carefully checked the 'small parts' on my body. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, I went out.

Daily inspection has become a compulsory course for the rest of your life.

Any tiny mistake may become the source of death in Sin City.

The corpses piled up in the death pit contained too many stories, and they were silently telling everyone how to live better.

One of Yu Sheng's favorite things to do was to sit outside the death pit and stare blankly.

Look at the experience written by these people with their lives.

……

This is the most special graduation ceremony since the establishment of No. [-] Middle School.

No cheers, no smiles.

Everyone's face is full of solemnity and heavyness.

Although it was decorated with lights and festoons as usual, it was eerily quiet.

Among the clusters of flowers, there are black and white photos one after another.

56 sheets.

"What are you doing with such a straight face!"

"You can't take it with just such a small number of people dying?"

The headmaster's thinning hair is obviously carefully groomed and meticulous.

Still with a slight smile on his face, he looked at the students who were about to graduate and those who hadn't graduated, and said.

"In the face of a crisis, there must always be someone who stands up and dares to be the first."

"What you have to do is not to be sad or sad, but to remember firmly, remember everyone who died for you."

"And when you are strong, stand in front of those who also need your protection."

"This is the passing of the torch of the human race."

"This is the spirit that the human race depends on for survival."

Taking a deep breath, the principal was still smiling, but his tone seemed a bit vicissitudes: "Do you know what you experienced before the dawn era?"

"If you haven't been lazy in class, you should have read them all."

"Aura revives, monsters sweep in."

"A generation of awakened people used their lives to create four passes for the human race."

"Every brick laid has their blood on it."

"The second generation of awakened people stood on the corpse of the forerunner, and bought decades for the human race."

The audience was solemn and quiet.

These materials are found in history books, but... they have never had such a deep understanding at this moment.

After all, there are only pale words recorded in the history books.

But reality is written by blood.

"Do you think these pioneers are stupid?"

"Yu Yongyan, the patriarch of the generation, entered the demon realm alone after five years and nine awakenings. He destroyed three clans, killed five demon masters, and even killed a demon god. What kind of arrogance, what a hero?"

"But he doesn't know, if he goes here, no matter what, will he die?"

"how so?"

"Just tell those beasts, we humans, have no fear!"

"The second-generation patriarch Li Mocheng stood alone outside the Zhenyao Pass, blocking millions of demon soldiers. After the First World War, the demon clan did not dare to invade for five years."

"Although he died from exhaustion, in exchange for the human race, the world is bright."

"Three generations of patriarch Zhong Yushu, one person controlled one pass, and his whole family died in battle. However, for decades, the Zhenyao pass has stood firm, and the monster race hates it to the bone, and our human race respects it as a god!"

"Everyone is a true peerless genius, they can completely ignore these things, even if they hide in the deep mountains and old forests, how dare the monster clan do anything to them?"

"What they are doing is the long-lasting flame in their hearts."

"Tell the world what a human race is!"

When the principal said these words, it was extremely loud, and the voice continued for a long time on the playground.

Before he knew it, his eyes were also a little moist.

"Everyone knows that after each awakening, the body's functions will improve."

"But do you know...after six sleeps, what is the limit of human lifespan?"

"No one knows!"

"From the beginning of the Dawn Era to the present, in 149 years, no human being with six senses has passed away!"

"You also know that the ten elders of the Mo Pavilion guard the human race."

"But... besides Old Sun and Old Zhong, do you know who the other eight are?"

"Have you seen it?"

"Why?"

"Because my human race is not as good as the monster race, they can only hide in the dark and turn into ordinary human races, not giving the monster race a chance to defeat them!"

"When one day... the demon clan dares to slaughter my human race, there will be one person who will walk out of the world and enter the demon realm alone."

"Kill him, his blood will flow like a river, and his bones will be everywhere."

"They don't come out for a day, and the monsters dare not fight a day!"