Evernight God Walk

2050, early spring.

The severe cold weather still made pedestrians on the street tightly wrapped in cotton clothes, and there was no snow falling, but the shrouded fog became paler and visibility was greatly reduced.

A figure wrapped in a thick black robe shuttled through the white mist, pushed the mist away, and walked into a castle-like manor.

The hidden vision hidden in various parts of the manor along the way, like sharp falcons, stares carefully at every part of the visitor.

In the depths of the castle manor.

In front of the warm fireplace, the fire was crackling and burning in the furnace.

The hot fire light shone on the face of the priest. He had a calm expression. He was arranging the blanket wrapped around his knees. When he turned the blanket over, he saw a scorched hole on the other side of the blanket.

He was silent for a while, and sighed slowly.

Lifting the blanket, he called the servant beside him: "Get me a new one."

The servant was terrified, and seeing that he was not blamed, he carefully took the burnt blanket and turned away.

Not long after, a new blanket was delivered to the priest.

The priest adjusted the new blanket slowly, folded it, and covered it over his knees.

And in the shadow passage behind him, a figure slowly appeared at this time.

The warmth in front of the fireplace seemed to have been dissipated a lot, and a chill hit.

Snapped!
A piece of dry firewood burned to the stem and exploded.

"Why are you, Old Liu?"

The priest sat on the chair without turning his head, but he seemed to have seen the person behind him clearly.

The flame swayed, and the range it illuminated spread accordingly, reflecting the shadowy figure under the warm light, revealing her graceful figure and beautiful face, it was Li Meina.

"Ju Liu..."

The flames on the edge of Li Meina's pupils danced slightly: "Something happened."

The priest was slightly startled and fell silent.

"Liu Ju said that there is a letter. If something happens to him, I must give it to you." Li Meina whispered, and slowly took out a letter from her bosom with her slender palm.

Snapped.

The dry firewood burned to the knot again and burst slightly.

In the shadows nearby, a figure suddenly appeared, took the letter from Li Meina's hand, took a closer look at the woman, then turned around and handed the letter to the priest.

The priest took the envelope and saw that there was no signature on the surface, it was bare and unremarkable.

What a clean cover...

The priest sighed softly in his heart, just like Old Liu, he did everything cleanly and never left hidden dangers.

Slowly opening the envelope, a letter with scribbled handwriting was opened.

The priest looked at each word seriously:

Old man, if you read this letter, I'm probably dead.

But it doesn't matter, people have to die. From the day I joined the organization, I was ready to die at any time.

For the great cause...

……

If it can be poured into the hands of someone I like, it means that my vision is really good.

It also means that our invitation failed, no, it will not fail.

I have already planted the seeds of hatred. Even if he realizes it in the future, it will not prevent him from hating the inner city. After all, it is an ugly place.

When you read this letter, I have given him everything I have.

This is talent.

Talents don't have to be bound in our organization, as long as the goals are the same, why bother to hold high the same banner?

I hope the old man will not trouble him again in the future. His target will be the inner city, not us.

Although I am dead,
But I didn't fail.

You can see this letter, which means that he is qualified to replace me, and he will do better and better than me.

At the moment when the counterattack horn sounds in the future, I believe that no matter what camp he is, he will join in and become a sharp knife that tears the inner city apart!

now,

The knife has been sharpened and put into the sheath, so do not open it again, so as not to hurt yourself.

At last……

dear friend...

That bread tastes good, lol!

……

……

The priest's fingers clenched the letter slightly.

The fire light danced in his eyes, with a bit of sadness and reminiscence.

Time seems to go back to that winter 30 years ago.

It is colder than today.

Every household huddled at home to keep warm, and only a few smoggers were still cleaning the streets.

On the side of an uninhabited alley, broken wood and garbage are piled up together, and even the severe cold weather cannot cover up the stench inside.

But it was unbelievable that there were two figures curled up in such a messy place.

The whimpering cold wind howled, blowing the broken planks away, revealing the gaps.

A hand shivering with cold grasped the plank and blocked the larger hole.

But the rest of the small holes were ignored, and there were no such fragile things to fill them.

Under this garbage dump is the nest.

And in this small nest, curled up a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

The young man's face is immature, but there is a wave of determination and persistence between his brows.

One of his arms hangs limply and is obviously broken, and the other foot is coiled around his waist in a strange position and is obviously broken too.

But on the calf of this leg, there are bite marks everywhere.

Beside the boy was a woman in thin clothes, her face was black and blue from the cold, leaning against the wall next to the garbage dump, her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

"Mom, don't fall asleep, I'll find something to eat later."

The boy gently pushed his mother beside him.

The mother's body did not move.

The teenager felt the biting coldness, and the mother beside her was as cold as the wall she was leaning against.

The boy panicked and hurriedly touched his mother's face, which was still cold.

"Mom, I'll give you something to eat right away, don't fall asleep."

The young man panicked, his eyes were flushed, he looked at his calf covered with bite marks, and lowered his head again to bite hard.

Torn apart by severe pain, he bit off a piece of flesh!

It turned out that the bite mark on his calf was bitten off by himself.

But the calf was twisted from the thigh, and there was obviously another reason for the break.

Even so, the tearing pain of the calf and the seeping blood also made him show a painful face.

But at this moment, as before, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the painful voice, took the flesh and blood from his mouth with his intact palm, and handed it to his mother's mouth.

Mother's mouth did not move.

He stuffed it hard.

Blood was smeared on the mother's lips, but those petal-like lips seemed to be stitched together, even if he used brute force, he couldn't break them apart.

Tears streamed down the boy's face.

The boy prostrated himself on the ground, and finally couldn't help sobbing, like a wild wolf bleak in the cold wind.

I don't know how long it took, the severe pain in the calf and the weakness caused by blood loss made the boy slowly recover from the grief.

He put the bitten calf meat in his mouth, then picked up the snow from the side, and pressed it on the wound of the calf. The biting cold seemed to relieve the pain from the tear on the calf.

He picked up more snow and pressed it against his calf, using the cold to freeze the blood as before.

But the cold drained body heat and made him drowsy.

He chewed his leg meat, leaned against his mother's arms, and slowly fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy was woken up, and a gentle face came into his sight.

It was a middle-aged man, well dressed in priestly robes.

And the priest's eyes are merciful, just like a god sees the world, pitying the stubbornness and stupidity of the world, and the pain caused by it.

Those eyes were also clearly reflected in the boy's eyes.

But soon, a piece of yellow-brown bread was handed over, replacing this gentle gaze, which lifted the boy's spirits.

He took it like a hungry wolf, even almost snatched it, and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

He swallowed the bread desperately, but there seemed to be another light in his eyes.

Vicious, murderous, loathing, hatred.

"Why are you here?" the priest asked softly.

The boy devoured the bread and had no time to answer, nor did he want to answer.

He was cast out.

from the inner city.

The priest seemed to have seen the young man's heart, and he didn't continue to ask, but said softly and caringly: "Come with me, if you don't mind, follow me from now on, I can make you... live."

The young man suddenly raised his head, looked at the tall figure of the priest in front of him, and found that there was a burly middle-aged man with a murderous appearance beside him, like a bodyguard.

The fierce light in the young man's eyes subsided, and he nodded vigorously.

The priest smiled slightly, took off the priest's robe, and lightly put it on the young man.

This cloak has been worn for many years...

Until the boy grows into a young man, he stands upright in blood in countless missions, and countless figures fall under his feet.

Until the boy became a middle-aged man, he also put on the black and gold pope's robe, climbed the steps, and sat on the peak of the underground world in the black light area...

However, time goes backwards again...

Three days before putting on the god's robe for the boy.

A low-key black luxury car drove through the street, and the priest sitting on the co-pilot of the vehicle looked out the window in a daze.

Suddenly, outside the car window, he saw a disabled boy with a broken arm and a foot in the rubbish pile at the side of the street and alley, gritting his teeth and building a nest of garbage.

There was a beautiful woman leaning against the wall, but her face was pale, she seemed to be injured, and she looked extremely weak.

The priest in the car slightly raised his hand.

The vehicle stopped slowly.

The priest sat in the car and watched quietly.

After seeing the young boy set up a nest, he seemed to muster up his courage while his mother was resting beside him, and ruthlessly bit off a piece of flesh on his calf.

The priest's eyes flickered slightly.

The teenager covered the bitten flesh with snow, and at the same time covered the injured calf with snow.

After a while, the pain on the boy's face seemed to ease a little, he took out the snow-covered leg meat, handed it to his mother, and said something softly.

The mother pushed and shook his head, and the boy could only eat it by himself.

But while his mother was asleep, the boy bit off another piece and used the same method.

After waking up the mother, handed it to the mother's mouth.

This time my mother didn't refuse again, and swallowed with difficulty.

The priest's eyes shook slightly, he didn't say anything, his palm waved, the vehicle started again, and drove away from here.

Early the next morning.

At the alley beside the street, two figures stood here, looking at the mother and child in the garbage dump in front of them.

They were very close to each other, but the boy seemed to be unable to see the two in front of him.

Seeing that the boy was still feeding his mother with his leg meat, the burly bodyguard-like figure next to him was a bit unbearable to witness. He took out the prepared bread and it was still warm, so he wanted to show up and hand it to the boy.

But suddenly, a hand reached out to hold his arm.

The burly figure turned his head.

Then he saw the priest facing him, shaking his head slightly...

The hero is over, and a new chapter begins. Do you still remember the name of our article? O(∩_∩)O ran to the hospital for two days in a row, and it was a bit difficult. The update was not satisfactory. Please forgive me. After a few days, it will be updated~