Endless Debt.

Chapter 487
A row of sleepers, on which rails were erected, stretched from one horizon to the other, the only man-made object visible in this desolate wilderness.

The mountains in the distance were covered with snow, and the wilderness grew tenacious green grass. The man stopped. He had walked along the railroad track for a long time, as if he was looking for something.

In the monotonous world, a bright color caught the man's attention. He lowered his body and observed the little flower growing under the sleeper.

In this cruel and extreme natural environment, few plants can survive. This little flower gave the man a sense of surprise, gently stroking the petals, the man's gloomy mood for a while, was rarely happy.

"so good……"

The man sighed, he liked the beauty in this desperate situation.

Gusts of cold breeze blew past and slapped on the body, like cold sharp needles piercing the skin, the man breathed out, and white mist surrounded his mouth.

Slight vibrations came from all around, the rails trembled slightly, and even the nearby gravel began to roll down and collide with each other.

The man slowly straightened his body and looked towards the end of the railroad track. The erupting steam rose from the end of the horizon like a dragging flag, and then the cold and solid locomotive crawled into view little by little amidst the constant rumble.

Intuitively, it was a very ordinary train. If there was anything different, as the train approached, the man could vaguely hear the strings and cheers floating in the air.

It seems that there is an orchestra on this train, they play music day and night, men and women wear dresses, dance lightly in the narrow compartment, they hug, kiss, talk and laugh, feel the bliss of life, and sway their smiles.

Just thinking about it, a man can feel the colorful emotions, as strong as fire.

That is such a beautiful thing, but it is deadly poison to a man.

In order to maintain his inner peace, for so many years, a man has resisted anything that might make him emotionally unstable.

Whether it's the rage-inducing hatred or the joy of lamenting the beauty of the world, he doesn't want to experience it again. If possible, the man hopes that he can lose all his emotions in order to achieve absolute peace.

It's a pity that a man can't do it, no matter how many changes he makes, he still can't distort his essence, the essence of what he used to be. For this reason, he has a flaw in his heart, and that flaw keeps touching his emotions.

In order to control his emotions, the man chose to hide from the world, hid in the dark bar, cut off all connections between himself and the world, and completely became independent from the world.

This is somewhat similar to Palmer, but the man is obviously more extreme, as long as there is nothing he cares about, he will not be disturbed by anything.

But there are always some things that he can't cut off by himself, so the man left the shelter that made him sink for a long time and came here.

The train conductor seemed to have noticed the man's existence, and the rumbling train slowly stopped not far in front of the man, the string music and cheers became clearer, and the man could even hear the faint groans Voice.

In a trance, a familiar and disgusting laughter came from beside my ears.

that woman.

Sai Zong took a deep breath, trying to calm down his emotions, trying not to be disturbed by the other party.

"Your clothes are still so bad."

The woman's voice sounded directly from the mind, looking around, only Sai Zong was alone.

He was silent, and tore the ridiculous dog costume on his body to pieces, leaving only a pitch-black costume, the darkness was extremely deep, Sai Zong was like a black silhouette that appeared out of thin air.

Sai Zong took one last look at the little flower, and then walked along the train, the door opened with a sound, and behind the door was an unknown and turbid darkness.

In the darkness, those voices of joy and joy became clearer, as if through this darkness, Sejong could join the never-ending banquet.

Sai Zong doesn't like banquets hosted by women, he prefers to describe this event as a sacrifice rather than a banquet.

Use your own strong emotions as sacrifices to win the favor of women.

Yes, she is such a woman.

The greedy tyrant only cares about the value of things, even if it is worthless in the eyes of others, as long as the tyrant thinks it is valuable, then the tyrant is willing to pay the price.

In order to feel full, the hungry scarlet mistress will devour everything that can be swallowed by any means, whether it is life or dead, as long as it has a soul, it will be her food.

The lazy bystander is the most ridiculous of them. Compared with Saizong, the bystander is the guy who is truly independent from the world. What he longs for is the chapter full of poetry, just like a lunatic who is addicted to stories. Eternal life is trapped in an infinite library.

As for this woman...

Sai Zong passed through the darkness, and what caught his eyes was not a narrow carriage, but a golden hall. The smell of wine and incense wafted in the air. Men and women wore masks and dresses, dancing on the marble floor. dance.

A woman escaped from the whirling dance, and she walked briskly around Sai Zong, stretching out her white palms, inviting Sai Zong.

Sai Zong didn't respond, even though he was the chosen one, he was still full of vigilance when facing this woman.

Different from those thorny and powerful enemies, the most powerful enemies will bring you physical pain, but this woman will play with your mind, search for the most vulnerable corner of your heart, and give a fatal blow.

Sejong hates this woman, many people hate this woman, but Sejong likes this woman, everyone likes this woman.

"Long time no see, Saizong."

The woman withdrew her hands and put her hands behind her back. The mask only covered the upper half of her face, and the exposed corners of her mouth provoked a charming smile.

Sai Zong nodded indifferently, ignoring the woman's alluring voice.

"You have been hiding for so many years and suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. What do you want to do?"

The woman stepped back and rejoined the ball, and then another woman appeared from behind Saizong, with her hands on Saizong's shoulders from behind, her head stuck out, and whispered in Saizong's ear.

Saizon said, "I want to know where you stand."

"My position?"

The woman giggled, "Are you preparing for a new round of disputes?"

"You and I both know that the dispute never ends."

Sai Zong said coldly that he hated the bad character of women, and it was always difficult to chat with her.

"Then... what does my position matter to you?"

The woman asked back, "The long battle of Scorched Fury has made you tired, hasn't it? Otherwise, you wouldn't have hid in the club of the undead, and brought the one behind you with you."

"Both you and him are tired of this, and only yearn for inner peace. In this case, why don't you quit this dispute like that person?"

"Withdraw from the dispute?" Sai Zong laughed hoarsely, "Do you think it is really possible for us to withdraw?"

"At least the superficial withdrawal can be done, right? Just like that person, hiding in the depths of the Bureau of Order, giving all his power to those sublimation people."

The sharp nails pressed on Sai Zong's chest, and the woman drew circles on Sai Zong's chest, "Speaking of which, I really want to thank King Solomon, he used up all your chips, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take advantage of the present. "

The fall of the holy city is the end of the wrath of the scorched earth, and it is also the climax of the disputes between the devils. On that crazy battlefield, the chips of the bystanders were exhausted, and they lost the ability to continue to compete. Saizong was hit hard and chose to escape. , to enjoy inner peace.

Because of the weakness and withdrawal of the two, the woman can gradually gain the upper hand in the dispute. You must know that in the previous disputes, her strength was at most a contest with the bystanders. As for Sai Zong, she was powerless to resist.

Staring at Sai Zong's pupils, the woman could feel the repressed and burning anger in the seemingly peaceful depth.

The greedy are never satisfied, the hungry are never full, and the angry... are never at peace.

"What is this, fisherman's gain?"

The woman's laughter became harsher, but in the next second, her laughter stopped abruptly.

Many cracks appeared on the white and smooth skin, and a large amount of blood overflowed from the cracked skin. In an instant, it seemed that thousands of sharp knives were chopping her body, cutting the skin, bones, flesh, nerves... Every inch is crushed and chopped evenly.

There was a shrill laugh in the throat, and then the woman collapsed into a sticky mud, spilling all over the ground.

The blood flowed silently across the marble floor, Sai Zong looked away, not looking at this distorted scene, moved his feet, and the blood flowed from Sai Zong's side.

"It's really irritable."

The voice came from the dancing crowd, the woman pushed aside the man beside her, and walked towards Sai Zong with a smile.

Accompanied by the woman's steps, another will gradually occupied the entire body, until the pupils under the mask ignited the color of opal-like pupils.

(End of this chapter)