Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 48
"Heroic Spirit..."

Bai Yu thought: "He already?"

"Wait, not sure yet."

Bai Yu's gaze was locked on a line of 'Temporary Contract'.

Not a formal contract, but a temporary contract...?
Maybe there is still salvation?

He thought about it for a few seconds, and then clicked to confirm. Whether it is true or not, he needs to witness the result with his own eyes.

Hopefully it's not really that bad.

Once again, the melody of the symphony of fate rang in my ears.

Flame text burns to ashes.

【Start the weaving of fate】

……

Shadowland, suburban area, next to a bus stop.

Leaning against the billboard behind Zhang Jushan, his whole body was covered in cuts and bruises, and his body was drenched in blood.

He had thought that one day he would die on the battlefield, because the duty of a supernatural being was to expel shadow species and disaster beasts.

However, he never thought that one day he would die under the guns of his own people.

"My own...?"

Zhang Tuishan laughed at himself.

He doesn't deserve it.

Whether he thought it in his heart or not, it was a fact that it brought about a disaster, and he couldn't just ignore it if he didn't know it. He already had no face to face the school and the parents, let alone the group of children.

In fact, he has always wanted to enjoy the profession of a teacher. Teaching and educating people is a good profession. He is respected wherever he goes.

But...these beautiful fantasies have come to nothing in the end.

I can't even die myself.

It would be nice if he was shot dead on the spot, he couldn't help but think... But the damn curse in this body is driving him crazy.

Looking up at the gray sky in the shadow world, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling fingertips, and popped out a cigarette several times in a row.

The blood-stained filter tip was held in his mouth, and a faint bitter taste spread from his lips.

The old-fashioned lighter, trembling fingers, once, twice, three times... Press it down and it won't light.

With a little force, the lighter slipped from his hand, landed on the ground, bounced a few times, and landed on the edge of one foot.

The man raised his hand, picked up the lighter, then approached, lit the flame, and handed it closer.

Zhang Tuishan's vision was already a little blurred. He saw the flames, took a cigarette and moved towards it, and took a deep breath while lighting it.

"Cough cough cough..."

A severe cough followed.

His lungs had been damaged, his ribs were broken, his lungs were injured, and he was coughing up blood that smelt of smoke.

"Are you..." Zhang Tuishan said through the smoke, "Are you here to kill me?"

He coughed up blood while smoking: "Just take the cigarette you lit for me, take it away if you want it... It's a bad life, maybe it's worth taking it away."

"I want your life." The young man's tone was flat but powerful: "But I am not them. What I want is for you to continue to live."

"...I can't live." Zhang Tuishan pointed at his battered body: "Did you see it? There are so many wounds, and the bleeding is almost one third. How long can I live? I know in my heart... …It’s too late if I don’t go to the hospital for emergency treatment, and I won’t go to the hospital either, it’s not worth wasting social resources to save someone like me.”

"You are still a good person." The young man said.

"Cough, cough, cough." Zhang Tuishan coughed up tears: "This sentence is really heart-breaking, spicy enough, and ironic enough."

"I really think so." The young man raised his hand and aimed a pistol at his head like this: "But it's also because you are a good person... that's why you were pointed at by the gun."

Zhang Tuishan smoked a cigarette by himself, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

The muzzle of the gun drooped, and then disappeared into his hand like magic. The young man continued: "However, because you met me, it can be regarded as a different kind of denial."

"You are..." Zhang Tuishan scratched his head: "You run a funeral parlor?"

The young man shook his head: "I don't sell paper dolls or urns. I came here to bring you two good news."

Zhang Tuishan's eyes were still dead gray.

"First good news... your students are alive."

In an instant, Bai Yu jumped up as if seeing a dying lion, his hands grabbed his collar, and he mortgaged his back on the billboard behind him, with a bang!
He was biting a cigarette in his mouth, and the falling ash was like spit sparks, exuding burning anger.

"Can you say that again!"

He gritted his teeth tightly, his entire facial expression was ferocious and terrifying.

"Your students are still alive..." Bai Yu added: "37 of them, not one of them."

Zhang Juishan's lips trembled a few times: "How to prove it?"

"You don't believe it?" Bai Yu asked back.

"Should I believe it?" Zhang Tuishan's eyes were dark red: "Look at me now, I am neither human nor ghost, I am very clear about the methods of the shepherds, the children falling into their hands is simply... "

"But you still expected such a result." Bai Yu said lightly, "So I brought you the second piece of good news."

"What is it!"

"I can help you... let you complete your revenge, and help you rescue your students."

Bai Yu spoke one sentence at a time, speaking calmly, but it was like the whisper of a devil.

Zhang Tuishan's eyes turned extremely red for a moment, then he let go of his hand, and took a few steps back with difficulty.

"What do you want? My life? My soul? Or..."

"I need you... anger."

Bai Yu interrupted the other party's chanting: "The angrier you are, the better... Your anger will become my strength."

Zhang Tuishan paused, and he nodded: "Okay."

"If it's anger, you can have as much as you want!"

Bai Yu said, "But you look very calm."

The head teacher covered his face, opened his mouth, and let out a silent laugh, his voice was hoarse.

"I've already been..."

"Furious!"

A white mist billowed, and the cold wind blew past.

The two figures beside the bus stop disappeared at the same time.

After the white mist passed, only one young man stood up from the seat on the edge of the platform. The appearance of his black suit changed slightly, and a mask with an exquisite shape was added to his face. The pattern on the mask was an upside-down mountain. Character.

【Teacher·Before the battle】

【Kill the shepherd; rescue the remaining students】

[Fate has begun to weave, the countdown begins]

【11:59:59】

Behind the mask, Bai Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, he could feel the scorching roar of qi and blood in the warrior's body.

Destiny Weaving is different from Heroic Spirit Projection, and it doesn't need to be divided equally with itself... At this time, Bai Yu's strength is Zhang Yushan's heyday, and even surpassed his heyday.

The number 30 floats above the head, which has a great sense of security and deterrence.

The roaring qi and blood in the body roared like a dragon, and the heart was beating. It was as if several fuel engines were built in the body.

Bai Yu's thinking occupies an absolute dominant position, he can't feel Zhang Tuishan's consciousness and thinking at all, the only thing he can feel...

Only his anger.

That anger was not burning fiercely, but quietly ignited, like the high temperature in a boiler, without spreading, but igniting a fire in his chest.

Every breath is like pouring oxygen into the furnace, every breath is the beating of the bellows, the anger expands and burns, and the fierce flame burns the inner iron.

Every beat of the heart is a beating for the steel in the heart, and every drop of the hammer will scatter the sparks struck by this piece of iron, continuously shaping its outer shape until it is sharpened.

The teacher's anger is a furnace fire.

Bai Yu was the swordsmith.

He poured everything he saw and felt into the steel blade, hammered it into shape, and integrated the anger itself into the blade, and he himself felt the pain that pierced his skin during the process.

But he doesn't scream or utter a sound, but implicitly and stubbornly remembers these pains, absorbs the experience, and the introverted emotions will become a part of life and settle down, shaping Bai Yu's soul with more spirituality in the future.

Growth never happens overnight, but occasionally... there will be a moment of growth.

Private vengeance is justified, even noble, when justice fails to come.

Through the indistinct connection, he could see a bright red thread as a guide, leading him to where the enemy was.

Bai Yu grasped the sharp blade forged in anger in his heart.

"Let's go..."

"To revenge."

(End of this chapter)