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After the dagger was pulled out, a large amount of blood sprayed out from the wound, and the pain of being pierced through the heart made Yu Kanagawa's eyes black.

Obviously the potion and the resurrection totem are in the backpack, but he doesn't even have the ability to reach out and click on the backpack.

The poison was destroying his nerves little by little, first his limbs, and then his brain.

Yu Kanagawa's vision gradually blurred, and his whole body was cold. He knew that this was a sign of dying.

Red light gushed out from his body, he couldn't feel the malicious red light and couldn't find the culprit, so he wandered around in a daze.

Feeling that the body he protected was dying, the red light anxiously covered Kanagawa Yu's wound, but it was of no avail, he could only watch the scarlet blood gushing out continuously.

"It's a pity," the sneak attacker squatted down and looked at Yu Kanagawa regretfully, "It won't work if you are allowed to live."

He stood up and looked at Yokohama faintly, with an incomprehensible light in his eyes, "It's really a beautiful city, isn't it?"

What do you want to do with Yokohama?Yu Kanagawa struggled to question the young man, but his blood-clogged throat could only make a broken sound.

Seeing that the sneak attacking young man smiled at him, lowered his hat and was about to walk into the darkness, Kanagawa Yu, while he was still in his sight, tried his best to activate the supernatural power on him, dragging the sneak attack into the darkness. A different ability space.

This man is too dangerous to stay anyway, even if only for 15 minutes.

The gangsters are coming soon, and he has to support them until they come over, and let Mr. Mori know that there is such a dangerous person who is planning on Yokohama.

Yu Kanagawa spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably when he forcibly used a supernatural power in a state of exhaustion.

Under the effects of severe poison and blood loss, he was about to die.

I'm really not reconciled, obviously he still has so many things he wants to do, and so many ideas that have not been realized.

If he knew that the previous side was a farewell, he should say goodbye to Mr. Zhongyuan properly.

"Here, Mr. Kanagawa is here." Panicked footsteps came from my ears.

Ah, they rushed over.

When the Mafia came over, the breath that Kanagawa Yu had been holding on to was gone.

At the last moment of his life, Yu Kanagawa looked at the quiet night sky in Yokohama and closed his eyes tiredly.

The sight was completely plunged into darkness, the noisy voices in the ears also dissipated, and the consciousness seemed to be pulled away from this body. Is this the feeling of death?

Kanagawa Yu was unexpectedly free from panic and fear, perhaps in the deepest part of his subconscious mind:

No matter how many times he disappears, as long as Yokohama is still there, he will eventually return.

The last breath dies, and the body of the god dies.

Chuya Nakahara, who was far away at Yokohama Airport, felt a palpitation in his heart. He clutched his chest blankly, "What's wrong?"

In the empty ruins, a black-haired young man lay on the blood-blooming flowers, and the silvery moonlight shone on him, coquettish and beautiful.

"God, Mr. Kanagawa?" The members of Gang Hei stretched out their hands tremblingly to sniff, and then froze.

When everyone saw his blank expression, they knew the result.

A deadly silence spread between them. Even though they were just ordinary Hong Kong gang members, they knew what Mr. Kanagawa's death meant.

No one can deny Kanagawa Yu's devotion and devotion to Yokohama, and no one can deny his great energy to Yokohama.

When Mr. Kanagawa saw each of them, he could call out their names; Part of the income from the paradise allows them to cooperate with Hong Kong and black to build orphanages and nursing homes...

They respect Mr. Kanagawa, just like respecting the dedicated pioneers.

This young man is like a long rope. This rope is firmly tied to the big ship in Yokohama, which is stuck in the mud. Mr. Kanagawa is traveling with the three ropes of the gangsters, the armed detective agency and the government.

Everyone in Yokohama firmly held the four ropes at the end, and worked together to pull Yokohama to a clean place.

They are about to succeed. The big ship Yokohama is speeding up in the mud. In everyone's ardent expectations, it will one day break through the mud and ride the wind and waves.

But suddenly, the rope named Yu Kanagawa broke, and someone cut the rope.

They tugged on the broken rope, dazed and at a loss.

"Tell the leader, Mr. Kanagawa..." The leading member of Hong Kong gangsters gritted his teeth and choked, "...he was killed."

The blazing fire of revenge danced in the eyes of the silent mafia, and they surrounded the boy with bowed heads solemnly, like a silent sacrifice.

A man pulled out a gun and fired a shot into the sky, then a second shot, a third shot, a fourth shot...

They will find the murderer and use his blood to pay homage to Mr. Kanagawa.

Ten minutes later, a black-red dot appeared at the end of the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the dot rapidly grew in size.

A moment later, the figure wrapped in red light jumped straight down from the sky with a furious air current, and the raised air waves wrapped with withered yellow branches and leaves, the mafias could hardly open their eyes.

The red filth twisted, and the concrete floor couldn't bear it, and it was torn open with cobweb-like fine cracks.

"Lord Zhongyuan..." Mafia stepped forward, wanting to explain the situation, but fell silent after seeing his expression.

"Hey, let me ask you." Nakahara Zhongya's calm expression was almost distorted, and the dark blue eyes were filled with turbulent waves, "Why did you let Xiaoyou lie on the ground alone?"

Nakahara Chuya's voice was extremely low, as if he was afraid of waking up a young man who seemed to be sleeping peacefully at the side, and his voice was extremely dry, as if it were a taut string, as long as he answered, it would usher in collapse.

The dark red filth climbed up Nakahara Chuya's face little by little, but he didn't seem to notice it, just staring at the person in front of him, only wanting to get an answer, "Answer me!"

At the moment when his consciousness was about to lose control, Zong put his hand on his wrist, "Chuya, calm down."

The hideous lines faded quickly, and Zhongyuan Zhongye's bewildered head also regained his composure.

What followed was great sadness, which almost knocked him down.

At this moment, he realized more clearly than anyone else that Xiaoyou had died.

He died the day before his birthday, and the night he came back.

He was lying alone on the dusty ground, with a fatal penetrating wound on his chest, and the blood burned Chuya Nakahara's eyes.

Behind Osamu Dazai stood Mori Ogai who hurried over.

When Nakahara Zhongya came back to report on his work, he received the call announcing his death, and his always sober head was stunned.

Looking at the broken wall, Ogai Mori realized that something was wrong, and promptly lifted Osamu Dazai out of confinement, and hurriedly caught up with Chuya.

Yu Kanagawa's death disrupted all his plans, and Chuya-kun's mental state is also very worrying.

"Nakaya-kun, go and see You-kun." Mori Ogai squeezed his forehead with a headache, "You want to avenge him too?"

The most urgent task is to transfer Zhongye's emotions to the right direction.

Another one, someone who can kill Yu Kanagawa silently is definitely worthy of the high vigilance of Hong Kong and black.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stepped forward like a puppet on a string, tearing and howling with uncontrollable pain in his body.

He stopped one meter away from Xiaoyou, and further on, there was Xiaoyou's uncoagulated blood, and he dared not set foot in it.

As if such a tragic scene is just a phantom, Xiaoyou may appear from the corner and tell him with a smile that this is just a prank.

And once he steps on it, his Xiaoyou will never come back.

How much blood does a person have?Zhong Yuanzhong also asked himself, now that he knows, there are enough to cover a complete body, and so many to have sticky red eyes.

No matter where he looked, he couldn't avoid it.

He didn't even dare to look at Xiaoyou's face, his face was so fresh, his blood-stained lips were still as soft as cherry blossom petals.

It's just that such beautiful lips will no longer be the same as before, and I will call him "Mr. Zhongyuan" with a smile.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes suddenly froze. He saw a small object falling beside Yu Kanagawa. It was his birthday present to Yu Kanagawa, and Yu was always with him.

He picked up a blood-stained wood carving with shaking hands, with a weeping and smiling expression, they missed it.

Zhongyuan Zhong also clenched the wood carving in his hand, lowered his head, and extreme resentment and hatred filled his heart that was once full of joy.

"Xiaoyou, I will avenge you." He swore word by word that he would find that person, and then use gravity to crush his bones bit by bit, destroying his flesh and blood piece by piece.

After the hatred, there is endless bewilderment and despair.

Find the murderer, kill the murderer, and then what?

Even if he killed that person countless times, Xiaoyou would never come back.

Nakahara Nakaya tremblingly wanted to wipe off the blood on Kanagawa Yu's face, but found that his body seemed to be glowing.

"Xiaoyou!" Zhongyuan Zhong also hastily stretched out his hand, trying to keep him.

In a golden light, Yu Kanagawa's body shattered, and even the blood on the ground disappeared.

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This is a platform suspended in the darkness. On the flat end stone ground, there are ten huge obsidian pillars with a height of [-] meters.

At the top of the stone pillars of different heights are end crystals suspended on the flames.

At the center of the ten stone pillars is an altar made of bedrock blocks.

The white soul is curled up, suspended in the center of the altar, he is accumulating energy.

There are golden light spots flying into the soul's body continuously, and every time a light spot flies in, the white soul is condensed a bit, this is the original power from Yokohama.

On the day of his reincarnation, he will wake up again.

Young gods are born here, fallen gods are reborn here, and this is the sleeping place of the Yokohama gods.

The huge body of the Ender Dragon surrounds and guards the altar, and outside the altar are countless Endermen.

They are the guardians of the altar, and with them, no one can disturb the peaceful sleep of the gods.

In the darkness, a small opening was suddenly opened, and a small card was inserted through the light-transmitting gap.

Card flopped around, dazed in the dark.

After finally finding the right direction, it staggered towards Yu Kanagawa.

In the end, the exhausted card "Paji" fell on the soul's head, waking him up abruptly.

Kanagawa Yu slowly opened his eyes, looking at the empty platform and the little card fluttering in his arms, confused, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"