Throne of Shadows

The moonlight was shining, and the white sword marks mixed with black light were connected into one piece.

One sword shines on nineteen continents.

The maddened Dong Chen vented all his energy in one breath.

The armor is broken, the helmet is cracked, and the long blond hair is blowing in the wind.

A few strands of blond hair slipped and blood spattered.The commander who used to only hide behind the knight and give orders, at the last moment of his life, raised his chest high: "Show courage and faith to the Lord, and fight for honor! He will sacrifice everything. My lord, Almighty!"

Devil's wings, pale body, noble spirit.

Facing the returning commander in a pool of blood, Dong Chen had mixed feelings: "In this world, who is right and who is wrong?"

"Namofudo Venerable Bodhisattva. May the benefactor soon ascend to auspicious happiness."

Looking back at Monk Bujie with a weird expression, Dongchen smiled: "Master, he is a believer of the Lord, and he will go to heaven after death. You wish him to go to the Western Pure Land, this is not a blessing."

"Is there a difference?"

The grinning expression froze, Dongchen was stunned for a moment, and then he let out a breath: "There is no difference."

"All gods are illusory. The Buddha is in the heart. If you believe in it, you have it. If you don't believe it, you don't have it. The apprentice really has great wisdom."

After a short rest, they went back on the road. The scarred two walked through the corridors and alleys, killing three or two monsters with no eyes from time to time.He wandered around indiscriminately, and miraculously returned to the door.

The yellow sand was all over the way, three tattered corpses fell together and were beaten into a sieve. One of the obviously mutated corpses, after careful inspection, could be vaguely judged to be the unlucky black man who had been rescued earlier.

"Corpse change?" A blood-stained corridor appeared in front of his eyes, and Dong Chen showed bitterness: "This is the end of the day, and even the dead will not be at peace."

It's Huang Sha's fault if he didn't restrain the bones.In the end, there is no need to waste your energy on these boring things.Maybe, it will be you who will fall down tomorrow.

Small town, or that small town.It's just completely turned into a ghost town.

The doors broke open one by one, Dongchen walked through a few rooms, and found that everyone in the room was dead.

Gunshot wounds, knife wounds, fatal or not, decapitated heads.

"The mercenaries who survived!"

The collapsed passage behind Zieg flashed in his mind, and Dongchen's hand holding the sword tightened again and again.

Reason told Dongchen that the mercenaries did the right thing.But looking at the headless baby's body, Dongchen still couldn't accept it.

"How to do?"

Zieg's entrustment and inner condemnation were intertwined, and Dongchen's heart was in a mess.

"Namo Fudo Bodhisattva. Disciple, why is death not a liberation? For them, death may be happier."

"It's better to die than to live. If you can live, who would want to die?"

"Dead early and reborn early, can they still live?"

With bloodshot eyes fixed on Monk Bujie, Dongchen turned his head and left.

The rotten and broken flesh and blood were poured out at the door, emitting a stench. On the chest of the corpse facing up, the black cross stained with blood was strange and difficult to understand.

In the basement, the little angel pushed the meat strips back into Christina's hand: "Sister, Annie is not hungry, sister eats, and sister eats to give her strength to fight monsters."

The cooing sound was especially clear in a quiet space.

Christina listened to Annie's growling stomach, and looked at her innocent smile, tears fell quietly.

Begobird, who was huddled in the corner, muttered jealously: "The girl is raised for nothing, why don't you know how to feed me, and I'm hungry too."

"It's useless for you to eat." Christina turned her head, her green cat eyes rolled wildly.

The little angel's giggling lightened the tense atmosphere, and everyone seemed to regain their vitality all of a sudden.

Dongchen stood at the stairs blocked by bookshelves, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The Bujie monk lowered his head and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

The grocery store fell silent for a moment.

Bending down and slowly lifting the bookshelf, Dongchen's voice trembled uncontrollably: "I'm back."

"It's brother! The beautiful brother is back."

As the little angel cheered in surprise, a slender figure rushed out.

The four eyes met, Christina's tears fell down, and her emerald green cat eyes turned red on the spot.

"Don't cry, I'm back."

Grasping Dong Chen's hand caressing her face, Christina buried her head in Dong Chen's arms, trembling.

The little angel smiled sweetly, and Bego Bird found Monk Bujie: "Who is this?"

"Master Bujie, it is... my master."

Hearing that Dong Chen had admitted his master-student status in front of his relatives, Monk Bujie laughed.

He laughed uglier than crying.

The little angel hid behind Begobird all of a sudden, his little head stretched out and then retracted: "So many scars, do you hurt?"

The weak child's voice showed concern, and Monk Bujie suddenly felt light in his heart: "No...it doesn't hurt."

"It's not a good boy to cheat, how can it not hurt?"

The little angel biting her fingers was so cute, Dongchen walked over and hugged her in his arms, kissing her again and again.

"See if this steering wheel works?" After the warm reunion and brief introduction, Dongchen threw the steering wheel to Bego Bird, took a piece of meat, and slowly fed Annie.

"The gunshots rang out for a long time yesterday afternoon, and the group of mercenaries were massacring. Besides, the old man you killed came back to life." Begobird summarized the information while checking the steering wheel.

Dongchen nodded: "I saw it at the door, how many mercenaries participated in the massacre?"

"Five or six, it's about this number, you know, they are very dangerous." As soon as the tool in his hand stopped, Begobird stroked the long balloon on his head: "There is something wrong with the steering wheel, I don't know if the parts here can work It doesn't work, I need time."

"When will it be better?"

"Three hours, or longer." Begobird didn't have the rigor of a scientist at all: "This is not a laboratory, and any accident may happen. The steering wheel you brought back is broken, and I can't help it."

Holding his chin silently, after thinking for a moment, Dongchen made a decision: "Rest first."

Time flies by.

Begobird, who was busy for a long time, pulled his hair in distress: "It's too bad. Dongchen, I need parts."

The deadly wolf monster flashed in front of his eyes, Dongchen got up and walked towards the stairs.

Monk Bujie stood up.

"Are you injured, and you still have problems with your eyesight. Stay and help me protect them."

"You were also seriously injured." Bujie monk retorted.

Christina held the wrist wheel: "I'll go this time, don't let anyone snatch it from me."

"Stop." Pulling Christina back, Dongchen pushed her back into the seat: "You don't know the place, the master's injury needs you. If I can't come back, he is the hope of living."

The room fell into dead silence, leaving only heavy breathing.

Is it hope not to quit the monk?Without a locomotive, it is too difficult to go out with only two legs.

Everyone looked at Dongchen with complicated eyes.