[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

He stayed in the dirty alley, watching a few stray cats crawling on top of the trash can. With a bang sound, the trash can fell down, and countless miscellaneous garbage poured out of it.

When he looked up, he saw a young man passing by on a bicycle in front of the alley.

"First……"

He missed the best time, and before he could call the man to stop, the man had already gone against the wind.

Ding Chaoming looked at the man's back in frustration, picked up his pace and secretly chased after him. Fortunately, because this section of the road was difficult to ride, he managed to maintain a distance that was neither close nor far by taking a shortcut.

As long as he saw the man's clothes blown up by the breeze from a distance, and the figure that seemed to be loved by the sun, his heart would be filled with endless motivation.

Ding Chaoming found that the man turned into that strange alley again.

He saw the man park his bicycle in front of an extremely gorgeous small bungalow. Ding Chaoming had never seen such a beautiful house.

He ran out of breath, hid himself, and then secretly looked over there, only to see a little boy's face appeared in the window of the beautiful house, that face was indifferent and delicate, against the scarlet curtains, it looked particularly weird.

His eyes fell on Mr., Mr. was talking to him, but it was clear that the child's lips did not move, and he had never opened his mouth. Mr. was not annoyed at all, he didn't know what he said, and his face was still smiling. When he got up, Ding Chaoming had never seen his husband like this before, as if... as if he was only focused on this one person, it made his heart twist, and it was the same as when his porcelain doll was broken at that time. feel the same.

He frowned, put his hand on the handkerchief that was treasured on his chest, and slowly tightened it.

……

That day, people in khaki military uniforms flooded into the small town. Ding Chaoming was pointed at with bayonets. Together with many people, they rushed to the school that used to be a paradise for the children of the small town like animals.

It became hell there.

Ding Chaoming didn't know if he could get out alive. He only hoped that his husband would be safe and sound. Unlike before, he was looking forward to seeing him every day. At this time, Ding Chaoming would rather never see him again than hope Sir will appear here.

One day, the few people who were lucky enough to be alive were kicked out, and Ding Chaoming was among them.

What awaited them was not to become experimental living bodies, but to do hard work—carry the corpses of their companions, and push the corpses into the corpse pool dug by the group of demons long ago.

The moment he saw the pile of corpses, Ding Chaoming understood why they were driven out to carry the corpses.

——Because the number of corpses is simply too large.

They, a group of corpse movers, silently carried the corpses, and silently pushed the corpses into the corpse pool to be turned into corpse water.

Other than that, there is no other way.Several corpse movers chose to commit suicide because they could not bear this terrible scene and the huge pressure of guilt.The irony is that their dead bodies were eventually disposed of by their surviving companions.

Ding Chaoming has endured much more than ordinary people. His yin and yang eyes and special physique enable him to receive the huge evil spirit here, and he needs to pay attention all the time not to be assimilated by those souls who have lost their nature.

The reason why he is still struggling in the muddy hell is because he has always held hope in his heart-one day he can crawl out of this hell alive and see his husband in the sun.

But this hope was dashed.

After a few months, he saw his husband again, but what he saw was his unrecognizable corpse.

"What? Someone you know? Hurry up, or we may move your corpse next time. Those demons don't care if you are sad or not..." The dirty man beside him The middle-aged man kindly reminded him that after he finished speaking softly, he staggered away with another corpse on his back.

No he doesn't believe it, Ding Chaoming murmured, this is not his husband, no, not him...

"What are you dawdling for?!" The whip hit him with the whistling sound of the wind.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jun, this kid is too hungry and confused, I'll let him carry it right away!" The person next to him couldn't see it, so he came over to help him, and whispered in his ear while helping him carry the body on his back, "Little brother, hurry up and recite, we can live as one, and when we survive, we will tell our children and grandchildren, and remember this time forever! I don't think you are too old... Alas, in this world..."

Ding Chaoming sluggishly grasped the hand hanging from his shoulder. It was stiff, fragile, and extremely cold, without the warmth he had been attached to before. His eyes were empty, and he didn't know where he was. Where was he, and what was he doing? He only moved his steps mechanically, and he felt the cold, foul-smelling corpse water slowly dripping down from his neck.

I don't know when tears have flowed all over his face, but this time, no one will smile warmly and wipe the tears for him with a white veil, so it will continue to flow stubbornly.

I don't know when it will flow to dryness.

He looked at the person who slid off his back, look, Mr. is such a clean person, but now his face is covered with blood, he will definitely be angry, although he has not seen much of the gentle and patient Mr. Big temper.

He took out the intact veil hidden in his chest, and found that it had already been covered with corpse water.

Ding Chaoming gently wiped his husband's face, but in the next moment he felt his arms were empty, the man had already entered the corpse pond, sinking slowly together with countless corpses, without seeing the sun.

"What kind of rubbing for a dead man, dawdling!" The officer rubbed the soles of his feet on his back, cursing in a language they didn't understand, "Could it be a lunatic, what a bad luck..."

Ding Chaoming reacted dully for a while, and saw that a transparent shadow seemed to float above the corpse that was about to sink, and was about to merge with the black shadow above the corpse pit, but he could do nothing, because the one that could work The pottery puppet has been smashed to pieces long ago.

As soon as he loosened his hand, the blood-stained veil in his hand twirled twice in mid-air, and finally floated to the ground.

Ding Chaoyang rushed into the pool of corpses.

Most of his hands and feet were corroded by the high-concentration liquid, and there were several places where the bones could be seen clearly. When he was pulled out by his companions, he was still holding a human skull tightly in his arms. Uncorrupted flesh and blood.

He looked at the thick black mist, and his gloomy eyes gradually brightened.

There will be a way.

20 years, 50 years, one Jiazi... as long as he is still alive.

……

Ding Chaoming looked at the naturally soulless body on the bed.

He took out the black box on his chest, and carefully guided the soul there with his spiritual power.

Ding Chaoming cut off all the thin threads that provided vitality and nourished this body, and a strange sound came out of his throat, very much like the last words of a dying person hovering in his throat.

He stretched out a hand tremblingly, but found that his hand was full of wrinkles and age spots, and even exuded the stench of the living dead, so he retracted it.

When it stretched out again, it had already been covered up, and it turned into the appearance of its youth.

There was a smile on Ding Zhaoyang's young and handsome face, and his fingers lightly brushed the familiar eyebrows of the person on the bed.

It took him half his life to find this body, and another half of his life to nourish him, and even overdrawn his next life.

But it was all worth it the moment the man opened his eyes and saw him.

One last step, he thought.

Wen Linyu felt that he was in a closed and dark space.

He was locked here, he couldn't move his hands or feet if he wanted to, and he couldn't move his whole body.

After struggling for an unknown period of time, he gave up decisively after there was no substantial effect.

Fortunately, the brain can still move.

Wen Linyu thought, what's the situation now?Where is the hero?

Could it be that the world has changed, he is trapped in the mother's womb this time, and the time to be born has not come yet?

[Ding, in view of the special situation of the tasker at this moment, the system will allocate a bit of the soul of the tasker into an appropriate entity to carry out the unfinished task. Please note that the transmission is in progress...]

Wen Linyu: Hello, hello.

What appropriate entity...he always had a bad feeling.

The author has something to say:

Male lead: The next chapter is my home field.

The last one to be converted is the Ding villain, he belongs to the assist type, the villain is not with the protagonist, and generally plays the role of an assist (thumb)

continue tomorrow~