Son of the Tower

Chapter 342 Torture
what is this.

Yang Kapshkin struggled. He looked at the magic circle in front of him. After merging with his own blood, the magic circle looked... more like his own home.

What an absurd possibility, home, I have long since lost my home.

The old man who had almost lost his blood didn't understand why he could still think, and he also had no way of knowing that the subordinates of his religious order were now like puppets, walking to the altar one after another to sacrifice themselves.

An anchored soul will always give its all when a higher existence needs it, and a miserable life cannot control its own body at all.

In a trance, Yang Kapshkin suddenly remembered a person.

His biological father, that is a standard northern man, a white bear, he and his wife, Yang's mother, gave birth to him and raised him...but the rebellious child wanted to leave the unchanging snowstorm.

Originally, he thought that he and she had already disappeared in the wind and snow, but now, he saw him and her in vain, but the appearance of him and her had long since faded from his memory.

Yang Kapshkin quickly thought of his adoptive father again.

It was an old raccoon, short in stature, but kind-hearted. He would regard everything in the commune as more important than his own life. He was unmarried all his life. The thin and thin young white bear hit it off right away.

He recommended Jan Kapushkin to study in southern Thailand, and Jan Kapshkin still remembers the scene where he educated himself in his spare time, and he also remembered that he said that he was willing to fight for everything in the commune, and he was willing to sacrifice for it.

So he sacrificed, sacrificed in the night, sacrificed under the knife of his comrades, sacrificed...it doesn't matter.

So the blood is flowing, so the tears are burning, the young man who wants to avenge his adoptive father picked up the butcher knife.

The so-called human beheading is the act of controlling life with weapons, and Tainan has ambitions, the so-called assassin... is almost the same.

Jan Kapshkin has killed many people. For his adoptive father, he even assassinated the Prime Minister of the Four Islands, leaving deep enough wounds on his face and body.

・You are the child of the old raccoon dog of Shinbei, right?

Jan Kapshkin knelt in the middle of the magic circle, his body was deforming, but his memory was strengthening.

But he still remembered the way the house elf waved away the security guard who was holding him down. He had bruises on his face and bruises on his abdomen.

But he still walked up to the assassin who killed him.

·Although Xinbingwei and I are not the same kind of people, we cherish each other. In your eyes, I should be a bad person, but too bad, and he is a good person, just too good.

This house elf possesses powerful psychic powers, his wounds are closing, and tears are rolling down his eyes.

·But who would have thought that I graduated from the tower with him, and we were siblings in the Swordsman team, but we came to opposites after returning to my hometown... I have no intention of killing him, or if I want to kill him, I will I will go to find Xinbingwei in person, get drunk with him once, and then fight for life and death between siblings.

·Ask your comrades, perhaps he is celebrating the death of a troublemaker.

Jan Kapshkin wailed.

On that day, he discovered that all beliefs are flawed, and all doctrines are not satisfactory. There are good people and good intentions in this world, but many people drift with the tide.They didn't want to walk the road of suffering, they didn't want to build the future world, and they never thought that in the beautiful future... there is no need to have their own appearance.

They just want to live in the present, they have lost the original aspiration of Northernism, they... are just poor people who are dazzled by this colorful world.

Jan Kapshkin's legs began to deform and began to converge, and the old man who supported himself with his hands let out a silent roar.

Beheaded Jan Kapshkin died after that day.

After killing the family of conspirators and sacrificing his adoptive father with the heads of his youngest son, Jan Kapshkin went to southern Thailand.

There, Jan Kapshkin discovered a problem—Southern Thailand is a paradise, but it is a paradise for southerners. Here, all non-Southernians can live well, but there is an invisible wall blocking Between this land and non-Thai people.

In order to cross this invisible wall, many non-Southern Thais spend their entire lives exploring.

But they will never know that they themselves cannot cross that wall, only their children and grandchildren can.

They have experienced everything in that piece of land, they will instinctively like it all, and then fight for this piece of land... In their eyes, this is their hometown, and they will forget that their hometown is somewhere in the three islands. one place.

The people here live so beautifully that even the seeds of northernism cannot take root, and so beautiful that even capitalism wears warmth on its face.

Yang Kapshkin couldn't figure it out, but he still left because he vowed not to marry, and he only wanted to gain power in his life, and then returned to the four islands, for the dream of his adoptive father, for the suffering land...explore again future!
At this moment, Yang Kapshkin's whole body turned into a transparent chrysalis, his brain was clearly visible, and his heart was beating vigorously.

What will I become.

The lost old man asked himself, he struggled, but to no avail.

The memory that belongs to people is getting thinner and thinner. The bubble of parents disappeared, and the head of the enemy disappeared. The prime minister died in office after a few years because of his advanced age. He has been watching Yang from the corner just now. · Kapshkin.

I can't even see my eyes, why can I still see them.

Yang Kapushkin was thinking, he saw a little fox girl in a trance, that was Yuki, a girl he met in Shidao when he was young, he was different from her, and he was isolated, but he still liked it Watching her until one day she disappeared.

A little traffic officer of Northernism, missing these three words, is often related to sacrifice.

How long has it been since I thought about this little girl, how could she appear here.

Jan Kapshkin is struggling, he is thinking, even if the part of being human is becoming less and less.

·Yang, when will we be able to break into Kyoto and capture that bird emperor alive, when will we be able to have enough food.

She was asking questions, but Jan Kapshkin was too incapable of answering, he could only watch the girl turn away in disappointment.

·You are no longer Yang, you are no longer him...

She was leaving, and then, under the terrified gaze of Jan Kapshkin, an old raccoon stepped out of the darkness.

He was so small that many said he was of house-elf blood.

·Child, how did you become like this, have you forgotten everything I taught you?

The old man looked puzzled.

Jan Kapshkin is struggling.

Where he couldn't see, the whole city was burning like a purgatory.

(End of this chapter)