The King of Rebirth in the End Times

The drizzle is falling in the city, and it is inevitable that there will be a tingle when it falls on the skin. The gray sky is covered with gloomy dark clouds, empty streets, and shops with smashed glass windows on both sides. bleak scene.All the supplies had been snatched up by the crazy crowd long ago. Packing boxes with lost items were scattered all over the floor, the locks on the counter drawers were broken, and no money could be seen in the drawers that were missing a corner.

This is what I saw after coming to the city from the outskirts of the city in the morning. The feeling in Su Qinglan's heart is indescribable.

On the road, the traffic jams are all cars colliding head-to-tail. The wind blows up a few plastic bags scattered in a mess. The dry blood is washed on the ground by the rain. The sound of the wheels is endless.

There are blue bags of dead bodies everywhere. Busy soldiers use their actions to tidy up the city, especially when picking up children's bodies, even if their hands are stained with sticky brains, the soldiers are all red Holding the child in his arms, he left the car.

The person who helped to sew the corpse set up a small canopy, and many people sat quietly and did things.They are all recruited from the air-raid shelters. Anyone who knows how to sew clothes can participate. The students who usually don't touch the spring water can only do needlework skills. open limbs.

Even most of them are slender women. At this moment, they are braver than anyone else. Tears can fall, but their hands must be completely sewn up for the corpse. There may be their relatives, friends they know, and some Strangers who have met once in a while can make them die. This is the only thing they can do without the power to restrain the chicken.

When passing by a carriage, the black-haired boy put down the umbrella he was holding, bent down and carefully released the man's hand tightly protecting the child. Unfortunately, the child with broken ribs had already suffocated to death, and his pale face was full of pain before death. struggle.He picked up the child's body, wrapped it carefully with the body bag he had received from the army, and put it in a safe place to wait for the soldiers to pull a cart to take it away.

Scoop up the umbrella, put down the umbrella, the rain has already wet the body.

Along the way, the boy opened the doors of countless cars, used his own strength to pull open the twisted steel plates and windows, separated those cars that needed a crane to open them, and picked up his lost family members from inside. Helping them retrieve their missing bodies with bloody hands, I heard that if the dead do not retrieve all their bodies, they will not be able to cross the River Styx and go on the cycle of reincarnation.

Pursing her lips, Su Qinglan's eyes were dry. After loading another corpse, one of the tired soldiers walked over slowly. Su Qinglan shook her head for his thanks.Under the surprised gaze of the man, the young man straightened his back and gave a standard international military salute. Although he is not a soldier, he is still qualified to reply like this as a soldier.

Seeing the man's chapped lips, Su Qinglan handed him the bottle of spring water he was carrying in his pocket, turned around and left conveniently, everything about human beings needs to be saved by human beings, all he can do is have a clear conscience.

It seems that someone's cries are gathering in the sky above the city. The wailing of countless dead seems to be still in my ears. Occasionally, a family member kneels in front of the corpse and almost weeps blood, which makes people cry bitterly.

"Among the instruments of curse and fate, a spirit took all of me, the whole world was left behind, and all I had left was hatred.

I will build my throne in heaven, with cold and fear at its summit, superstitious tremors at its base, and its master, the darkest anguish.

He who sees the world from a healthy point of view will be transformed, pale and dead.He is possessed by a blind and cold death that will prepare the grave for his pleasures. "

The transparent raincoat covered the young man in white, and the expression in his eyebrows and eyes was tender and affectionate. He scooped up the book and chanted softly, reading out the beautiful melody of the poem.This book is obviously "The Curse of the Desperate" written by Marx. Anyone who has read the Bible knows what is implied in this poem. an ordinary student.

"At that time I will be like a god, walking through the nations in the rain and triumphant. Every word I speak will be fire and karma, and the one in my chest will be equal to the god of creation."

An indifferent voice sounded from not far away, like an old man whispering hoarsely in the afternoon, inexplicably precipitating a desolate breath of time.The boy wearing a jumpsuit and hood walked in the rain, his pale jaw was slightly reduced, and he read out a poem deep in his memory word by word, which was also another poem created by Marx. Poetry, there is a wordless arrogance between the cadences.

It seemed that he was not reciting the one in the hymn, but casually speaking his own voice.

He held a big umbrella firmly with his fingers, black windbreaker, black trousers, and a pair of military thick-soled boots. He was supposed to be a young man, but he looked quieter than any adult. many.

In the pitch-black phoenix eyes is wisdom that is rare at this age. The crease between the brows makes people wonder what the other party has experienced. No matter how brisk his steps are, people can't ignore the pressure on his shoulders. This is a person who is born to know how to take responsibility ?

Looking at the young man in white who was sitting on the unmanned station, Su Qinglan strode up the steps of the platform, water droplets fell along the tip of the folded umbrella, and splashed on the ground.He scooped up a book in his coat, and on the black leather cover, he could still see the inverted pentagram symbolizing Satan, which was something the other party had always wanted.

"Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"I believe."

"Xiang Bo, dare to take a trip to hell with me?"

"Isn't this hell?"

The young man closed the book used for meditation, and he could faintly see a trembling that had not calmed down in his fingers. His eyes stayed away from the other party for a second, and then he stared at the hell on earth around the station, and replied uncompromisingly.

Xiang Bo's footsteps were more than a dozen unopened body bags and a stack of discarded disposable plastic gloves. Blood stains attached to the soles of the shoes could be seen on the ground he stepped on.The scenes he saw along the way were enough to call it a nightmare. To dare to participate in helping the dead collect corpses alone in such a situation, the courage of a young man is not something ordinary people can have.

After walking for 5 minutes, Su Qinglan arrived at the previously agreed destination with the white-clothed boy who was easily abducted. Except for Ji Yi who was still lying on the bed and Peng Lebin who had a mutilated right leg, the other companions are here.

Yan Yan sat on the roof of a scrapped car, with several large barrels of disinfectant next to it, exuding a pungent smell.While waiting for Su Qinglan, he was picking up the gourd silk that he hung around his neck with a thread and blowing it gently. The ethereal music soothed the heart that could not be calmed down for a long time, and it was also a lullaby for the dead.

Hua Qiannv learned from boys in her dress this time. She wears long-sleeved trousers, a raincoat, and a high ponytail that can be swung like a whip. On her back is a tool box, which contains All kinds of needlework tools, it is obvious that I have identified the area where I can work, and I plan to join the team over there to help.

Min Zenan imitated the appearance of migrant workers, wearing a hard hat and carrying a shovel on his shoulders, full of energy and planning to work hard.He looked at Su Qinglan who had come here, coughed lightly, and pointed to the back of a certain car with his hands suggestively.

Before the boy could react, a girl whom he hadn't seen for a while stood up with his hands on his hips, and said fiercely.

"Alan, you didn't say hello to me when you came to the villa in the suburbs. Is that why you don't want to see me?"

"you……"

A helpless smile finally appeared on Su Qinglan's indifferent face. He turned around and said to the boy in white.

"They are my companions, would you like to join?"