The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1179 Redemption

Western suburbs park, central lake.

There is an artificial lake in the middle of the vast grassland. In the middle of the lake is a sesame-sized island, on which a fairy-tale-style cabin happens to be built.

Tonight, the cabin was razed to the ground, replaced by the angry throne of the dead beast. It was a rough red king's chair, with a unicorn's spiral horn standing behind the chair, like a large factory chimney. Shoot into the night sky.

Hundreds of strange-shaped horns sprouted from the lake around the island. From a distance, they looked like hundreds of dead trees growing in the lake.

Mark was sitting on the king's chair, with his upper body naked and a pair of boxer shorts on his lower body. He put his hands on his knees, leaned forward and lowered his head. Although he was obviously motionless, he exuded a manic and violent atmosphere.

In the amusement park half a kilometer away, two figures, a man and a woman, stood on the high-altitude track of the roller coaster. They used tactical binoculars to monitor Mark from above and did not approach rashly.

It had been a while since the third hour of Cangjie arrived, and Douhu had almost figured out the current situation.

Yishi gradually lost his composure and looked around: "Why isn't Uncle Xin here yet?"

Douhu squatted on the track, arched his back, and moved like a big cat.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and held a cigarette butt in his mouth.

After taking the last puff, Douhu spit out the butt of the cigarette, stood up and slouched: "Didn't I tell you, he won't come over."

"He really doesn't want to participate in the war?" Yishi thought Douhu was lying to her: "Why? What mission is worse than the final battle..."

"He's dead." Douhu interrupted.

"What!" Yishi couldn't believe it.

"When morning comes, he will undoubtedly die. This is the price of being a judge." Douhu looked at Yishi: "Have I made it clear enough?"

"But, but..." This bad news was too sudden, and it was really hard for Yishi to accept it.

"He was afraid that this would affect Gao Yang, so he asked Suzaku to act in a play for him." Douhu touched his chin: "I only found out about it yesterday."

"Then it's just the two of us..." Yishi looked ashen, "To deal with anger?"

"No." Douhu grinned, "It's me."

Yishi was shocked again, the pupils in his eyes dilated: "Douhu! You are crazy!"

"Yishi, let's go." Douhu waved his hand: "If you stay, you will definitely die."

"I'm not afraid of death!" Yishi yelled, and then felt a little guilty: "No, I'm actually quite afraid of death, but I can't look at you..."

"One stone." Douhu retracted his smile, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes:

"This is my housework. No one can interfere with me tonight. Don't toast me or eat as a fine. Even if you are a teammate, I will still kill you."

A chill ran down Yishi's spine, and his heartbeat stopped for a few seconds.

Douhu was not joking, he was serious, and he would really kill anyone who got in his way.

"Douhu..." Yishi forced himself to overcome his fear, his voice trembling: "I know the grudge between you and Mark, but now is not the time to act out of emotion..."

"I prefer to act on my own initiative."

Douhu sneered and took a step forward, making Yishi breathless and almost falling off the track.

"The end of the world is none of my business, and the victory of mankind is none of my business. I want to act on my own terms today, what can you do to me?"

Yishi was scared, but did not give in: "Douhu, even if you want to kill me, I can't leave you."

Douhu was stunned, and his cold disguise collapsed.

"You girl, do you really want me to tell you the truth?" Douhu sighed: "In terms of explosive power and destructive power, anger only comes from arrogance. If we fight you for a while, you won't even be alive, let alone alive."

"Yishi, you can only distract me, hold me back, and lower your winning rate."

Yishi was silent, and without Uncle Xin's cooperation, she had indeed become a burden.

"Let's go, don't worry, I will kill Wrath." Douhu said.

Ishi's eyes were red, and she was convinced, not only because of the reasons he gave, but also because of the faith and determination he showed.

Suddenly, she had a strong premonition that this farewell would be forever.

A brief silence.

"Vice Captain, be careful." Yishi solemnly stretched out his hand.

Douhu held her hand.

Two seconds later, Yishi wanted to pull away his hand, but found that Douhu didn't let go.

His face had returned to a careless look: "I said, are you really just shaking hands? Hurry up and add status to me."

Yishi was dumbfounded for a moment, and activated [Status], "Don't you think I'm in the way? You think you don't need it."

"Haha, you want to pretend, but you're overdoing it." Douhu gradually felt a wave of energy entering his body, and he frowned:

"Who can use this little bit? Angry saw that I thought I couldn't afford it! Turn it on to the maximum!" Yishi frowned: "Are you sure? The side effects will be great, and you will become extremely tired after twenty minutes. "

"A duel between masters only takes a few minutes." Douhu smiled confidently.

"Okay." Yishi injected the highest [state] into Douhu. In five minutes, Douhu's physical and mental state will reach its peak.

"Okay." Yishi let go of Douhu's hand, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "If, I mean if...do you have something to tell someone?"

"Hmm..." Douhu clasped his hands, curled his lips, thought about it seriously, and shook his head: "No."

Yishi nodded: "Then I'm leaving."

"Oh." Douhu remembered: "Tell Qingling that the weapon belongs to her."

Ishi was stunned for a moment, "Okay."

Jump off the high-altitude track with one stone and leave quickly.

Douhu took out another cigarette and lit it, took a deep puff, and then put the cigarette on the edge of the track, as if he lit it for someone else.

"Boom-"

Douhu jumped hard and landed on the grass.

He walked quickly towards the throne of rage in the center of the artificial lake.

In the world of black and white and gray, the night wind blows quietly, and the green grass under your feet seems to have sketch lines written by an artist, swinging back and forth, layer upon layer.

For no reason, Douhu thought of his mother.

In fact, my mother's face is extremely blurry in my memory.

But he still clearly remembered the bright blue sky that May, the smell of the sun shining through the damp wooden floor in the living room, and the sound of the steak slowly cooking on the frying pan, like the sound of countless small expectations that no one cared about were shattered.

My mother put on makeup that day and tried hard to cover the bruises on her face. She was wearing a black skirt and a gray knitted jacket. Her black hair was gently draped down, so that the scars on her body were gone.

The father was not at home today, and the mother cooked a sumptuous lunch for her son.

This is rare. In the past, I would just eat whatever I wanted for lunch.

Mother poured a glass of orange juice for Douhu and a glass of red wine for herself.

She was in an especially good mood today, was in good spirits, and talked more.

She talked about her hometown and her childhood. Behind her house was an orchard, which was full of citrus in May and was particularly sweet. She and a few friends went to the garden to steal tangerines to eat, but they were discovered by a big yellow dog and ran away. One little boy's pants were bitten and his buttocks were exposed, and he was laughed at by everyone all summer.

The mother spoke vividly, and Douhu listened with gusto while eating the not-so-delicious steak.

For the first time, he thought optimistically: Maybe his mother's illness will slowly get better, maybe everything will get better.

After lunch, Douhu went back to his room to tinker with the model. His mother put a canvas bag on her back and planned to go to a nearby supermarket to buy something.

Until dark, my mother didn't come home, and my father didn't come home either. He was probably drunk again, and then passed out in the toilet of a bar or in an alley.

The next morning, neighbors found the body of Douhu's mother in a small lake on the farm. She had taken a large amount of sleeping pills and drowned.

The sunshine that day was still very good and the air was fresh. Douhu stood by the lake and watched his mother's wet body being covered with a white cloth, put on a stretcher, and carried into the car.

At that moment, Douhu felt more understanding than sadness.

Yes, he seemed to understand his mother.

Why has my mother been in so much pain all these years? No matter how much medicine she takes, she cannot get better, because she has never been able to accept it and is unable to change her fate.

Why was my mother so happy yesterday, as if she had recovered from a serious illness? Because she found the third option besides acceptance and change, which is to let go.

——Let go of life completely.

Is this choice brave or cowardly? Is it beautiful or cruel? Is it right or wrong?

Douhu thought for a long time but had no answer.

Later, Douhu gradually stopped thinking about it and even forgot about it.

Today, for some reason, he remembered this question again.

He finally realized that all the unresolved problems in life will never really disappear. They will only blend into your flesh and blood and carve your soul until one day in the future, they turn into the bell of fate and knock on your chest.

Romantic people, give it a beautiful and gentle name:

——Self-redemption.

(End of this chapter)