God after all

Chapter 50

"The grocery store was burned down, and my father was not in the house. I searched all over the place, but I couldn't find any trace of my father."

The boy Ah Shan cried very sadly, with snot and tears mixed on his face, he raised his hand to wipe it several times but couldn't wipe it off, the tears flowed violently.

The orange cat that escaped from death was held tightly in his arms with one hand, no matter how scared he was, he never let go of the fat cat.

The picture of the little boy crying in someone's arms with his several-month-old sister on his back is beautiful and sad.

The dark figure standing still in the drizzle cast a quiet gaze on him.

Leng Ji didn't comfort Ah Shan in action, but let him hug her, and there was neither sadness nor joy on his beautiful and indifferent face.

The younger sister who was obediently sitting in the back bag opened her innocent eyes and held her little finger in her small cherry mouth. The eight or nine-month-old raised her face and looked up at Leng Ji, grinning involuntarily.

This lovely smile seems to be the rare beauty that blooms under the mask of the beautiful young man.

"Father is not dead."

The cold and clear five words cut off the boy's cries.

Lifting his childish face to look up at the cold man in the iron mask, the sadness in the boy's eyes finally faded away.

Leng Ji easily took the arms around his waist, ignored the boy, and walked forward indifferently.

All the civilians involuntarily retreated to the two sides to make way, and they stared at the man in the iron mask with respect in their eyes.

The security officers who rushed to the scene were suffocated by the silence in front of them, pushed and shoved out of the crowd of people, and noticed the silent figure walking in the rain.

"Master Leng Ji!"

The shout that echoed in the crowd seemed to contain a thousand words.

To the captain's surprise, he saw the originally indifferent and aloof young man stop in his tracks.

Turning sideways, Leng Ji looked back at the visitor, leaving no time for him to speak, and went straight to the point.

"I would like to trouble you to evacuate all residents and move to a safe place."

"That's exactly what I meant."

The captain with a loud voice patted his chest responsibly, and vowed:
"Leave all the residents to me. I won't let them suffer any harm. I, Cheng Nuo, also beg you to kill the culprit who killed innocent lives!"

When the captain said this, sadness flashed on his face.Many people present could not help but bow their heads and wipe away tears, grieving for those who died on the passenger plane flight.

Dozens of armed helicopters poured in from all directions, hovering over the Forgotten City.

There are ghost killers and members of the Holy Spirit Knights one after another, shuttling and jumping between the roofs, moving vigorously like flying.

"If the fierce battle unfolds, the Forgotten City will be destroyed, right? That's good, the residents don't have to stay here anymore, they should have moved to a new place."

What Captain Cheng Nuo said was true. The residents who lived here didn't stay because they didn't want to leave.

They are all survivors who survived the outbreak of the holy disaster, but their survival has not been recognized by outsiders, and people still regard them as dangerous elements.

After the outbreak of the holy disaster that year, the gods sent down the pillars to imprison the taboo area, and the survivors of the place of death were also isolated by the army.

For the sake of safety, the ruler of the King's Landing Kingdom sacrificed the ego and the big ego, and detained these disaster survivors.

They have lived so far, and they have given up the idea of ​​moving to the outside world, do not want to give up this land, and even naively waited for this place to revive one day.

The outside world calls this area where survivors live-the Forgotten City "the place of death."

Silent and speechless, he stopped lingering and took steps towards the forbidden area, turning a deaf ear to the yelling coming from behind him.

"No! I don't want to leave here!"

The boy wanted to catch up with Leng Ji, but Captain Cheng Nuo picked him up with one hand and held it under his arm like a briefcase.

"Brother Mask, I don't want to leave, please don't let them take me away."

"Mom and Dad... are still lying on this land."

The boy stretched out one hand in the air, but it seemed useless, even struggling and shouting were in vain.

The wall of crowds of people flooded his vision, and he could no longer see the figure of the man in the iron mask.

Leng Leng's appearance of walking forward in silence shocked the onlookers, that kind of cold, arrogant and lonely posture of being number one in the world and self-respecting alone, just by looking at it, people's hearts would be shaken and their whole body would become weak.

People can't figure out whether their subconscious retreat is out of fear or respect.

Everyone backed away from the left and right and consciously gave way to a path, with their eyes fixed on the man who looked like the incarnation of the night.

Those who stared at him for too long must swallow unnaturally due to nervousness.

People quietly watched him go away, unable to recover for a long time.

At the border of the place of death, the members of the Knights of the Holy Spirit standing in front of a pile of ruins turned their heads to stare at the visitor. After seeing the other person's face, they were surprised. Someone couldn't help but muttered "Master Leng Ji!"

Two or three companions went to greet him, and said something to him who stopped.

It was still raining in the sky, and the slender silver thread shrouded the gray world indistinctly.

The virtual image revolves around a pile of ruined grocery stores, miraculously restoring the original appearance of the grocery store, and replaying the scene of the attack on the gatekeeper, Mr. Hongye.

This is a kind of projection ability possessed by the members of the Holy Spirit Knights. No matter how earth-shattering or weeping ghosts and gods, the death scene can be perfectly restored, vivid and vivid, making people feel like they are on the scene.

Standing next to Leng Ji is the person who controls this technique. She has a pure and beautiful female appearance, and her doll-like face is full of the youthful feeling of sixteen or seventeen years old.

In her glass ball eyes emitting holy radiance, clear and vivid images were played back.

Her eyes were as empty as the distant sky, devoid of any human emotion.

In the virtual image surrounding the ruins, the tall and mighty Diosotto stayed outside the door, half of his arm was burning with a thick fire, and he was responsible for the ignition of the grocery store.

After about 2 minutes passed, Diosotto moved and started to walk.

The closed door suddenly opened, as if a terrifying monster lurking in the flames opened its bloody mouth, wind and fire blew evilly out of the door, ushering in a figure that looked more like a monster than a monster.

The two doors closed tightly with a bang.

Fiery crimson is everywhere, all of which are melted in the clutches of the flames.

In the horrible purgatory of Hongye, there was no movement, and he was hunched over with a cane, and his figure was like some kind of indescribable ghost.

"Human, what kind of power do you have? Can defend against my flames."

"My old man has no strength to contend with you. The one who can save me from being reduced to ashes by the cursed fire is that lord!"

Hongye's eyes narrowed into thin lines opened a gap, and the shrewd gaze shot out was as sharp as a knife.

"Who is that lord?"

A ball of fire emerged from Diosotto's palm, trembling unsteadily, and would fly away at any moment.

"I have nothing to say."

These words obviously accelerated the instability of the fireball, causing it to shoot out rapidly, transforming into a flaming long sword and passing through Hongye's body.

The moment he was hit by the fire sword, the old man exploded into a flock of crows.

Flocks of crows flitted and flocked to the outside world where the windows were burnt.

The only evidence of their existence is a few feathers that crumble in the air.

Diosotto frowned, and finally realized that - the old man's body was sealed with angel wings.

It is obvious that Michael, the Lord of Light and King of the Heavenly Army, is protecting him.

(End of this chapter)