Doomsday Sanctuary

these questions. It seemed as if sharp awls were piercing his heart deeply, making him unable to breathe or gasp in pain.

He fell into deep regret and self-blame at this time, denied all his efforts, and attributed everything he had done before to timidity, retreat and neglect.

This kind of pain is not appreciated by others. He has a powerful system, but he did not come back in the first time to save his parents, which made him unable to forgive himself.

At this time, even if he was thinking about death, he would die by his parents, and he would die on the way back. Only if he worked hard, he would not be as regretful as today.

A dozen people stood quietly, looking at Di Ping, who was curled up and trembling, if it weren't for the shaking of his shoulders, everyone would think it was a sculpture.

He was like a stalwart man crying silently like a child. He was in a bad mood for a while, and his heart was full of deep sadness and regret.

For a while, the cellar was quiet and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly, and the light ball in Gina's hand was quietly burning, illuminating the surroundings, and also illuminating the faces of everyone.

Gina walked forward gently, squatted down, and a slender palm gently held Di Ping's hand holding his head with a look of regret, tears in her eyes rolled like raindrops.

For a while, everyone felt sore, and couldn't bear to look at it anymore. There were countless joys and sorrows in the end of the world. Whoever left without their loved ones, several people did not experience the pain of life and death.

Yue Lie also thought of his parents at this time, and his tears couldn't stop immediately, and the people in Yun Kuohai also had a gloomy look, and they seemed to think of something, their faces sorrowful.

It was Han Mingqiang. He saw too much life and death, and countless blood was stained on his hands. The cold-blooded killer was not called for nothing, and he himself hated the hard-hearted.

Han Ming began to scan the cellar, carefully watching the clues in the cellar. This is a terrible habit he has formed for many years. That is, he is always observing the surrounding environment everywhere. This keen observation has saved him. Too many times.

There was not much debris in the cellar. There were some pockets on the right side against the wall. There were five or six bags, which seemed to contain rice and flour.

On the left corner is a pile of neatly chopped wood. On the edge of the wood is a large water tank with a bamboo cover. Less than a meter away from the water tank, there is also a loess-fired stove. There is an iron pot on the stove, and a chimney penetrates directly to the ground above the head.

There is still ash in the stove, which seems to have been used, and the iron pot cover on the stove is set aside, and there is some rice in it. At this time, the enzyme has already developed. It seems that people are walking in a hurry and the pot has not been cleaned.

Behind everyone, not far from the wooden ladder is a small bed with a quilt on the bed. The quilt is spread out. It is obvious that someone has slept before.

"Eh!"

Looking around, Han Ming suddenly flashed his eyes. He saw an oil lamp on a wooden table beside the bed. Of course, it was not the oil lamp that attracted him, but a piece of paper beside the oil lamp.

This is a piece of yellowed paper with a few lines on it, with a black ballpoint pen rolling down the edge of the paper.

Han Ming saw that everyone was watching Di Ping. He walked to the table and picked up the yellowed paper.

His actions did not attract the attention of the previous people.

After seeing the content of a few lines, Han Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and his hand holding the paper trembled a little. He turned his head and looked at Di Ping, who was in deep pain and couldn't help himself.

What was written on this piece of paper that made Han Ming, a cold-blooded killer, suddenly look like this?