I'm only three years old, how could it be a world-ending catastrophe?

Outside Chunjiang Garden.

A black minivan slowly came to a stop about 100 meters from the entrance of the residential area.

The driver was Qu Feng.

Zhao Haidong was sitting in the passenger seat.

In the back row were three fully armed members of the Extraordinary Bureau, guarding a specially made metal box.

Inside the box were two A-rank Calamities sealed away by special abilities.

This is the "food" that Zhao Haidong brought to Jiang Luo to keep his promise!

But just as the car stopped...

Everyone in the car, including Zhao Haidong, had a change in expression.

Zhao Haidong opened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

"It's a domain!"

Qu Feng, standing next to him, also spoke in a trembling voice, "It's an S-level domain!"

Spring River Garden...

What happened again?

What kind of feng shui does this place have?

But they didn't have time to think about it.

Zhao Haidong immediately ordered in a deep voice, "Everyone, get out of the vehicles! High alert! Now!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was the first to push open the car door and rush out.

After Qu Feng and the three team members in the back row put down the box, they rushed out as well.

The five people rushed into the residential area.

As soon as I entered the gate of the residential area, a strong smell of blood hit me.

Zhao Haidong's heart skipped a beat.

The five exchanged a glance and headed straight for Building Six, in the direction where the smell of blood was strongest.

When they rushed into the unit door of Building 6 and ran all the way to the sixth floor, they were stunned by what they saw in Room 602.

The living room was a complete mess.

Jiang Hongming, Zhang Hui, Xu Heng, and Su Jingyi were all lying on the ground, covered in blood, and looked very badly injured, barely breathing.

On that relatively intact sofa, a girl was lying quietly.

Her face was deathly pale, her eyes were closed, her chest was still, and there was no sign of life in her body.

That is……

"Lu Yao!"

Zhao Haidong shouted and staggered to the sofa.

Sacrifice!

It smells of sacrifice!

Zhao Haidong's face turned pale instantly.

The sacrificial offering...

Humanity's hope...

That's it...gone?

After that...

What should humanity do when an apocalyptic catastrophe strikes?

The thought of this made Zhao Haidong feel like he could barely stand.

it's over...

It's all over!

But just as he was about to withdraw his mental energy, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise!

He sensed something.

Deep within Lu Yao's body, there remained a faint trace of life force!

Although faint, it does exist!

"There's still hope!"

Zhao Haidong's eyes widened, and his voice changed with excitement.

"She's not quite dead yet!"

He turned around and roared at Qu Feng and the others who were stunned behind him.

"Qu Feng, get him to the Extraordinary Hospital immediately. Spare no expense and prepare the best life support equipment for him. It must be done quickly!"

Qu Feng and the others were finally brought back to their senses by the shout.

They hurriedly began to move, carefully lifting Lu Yao and preparing to take her to the hospital immediately.

Jiang Hongming and Zhang Hui, who had been lying on the ground unresponsive, reacted as if they were drowning people grasping at a straw after hearing Zhao Haidong say "there is still hope."

A glimmer of life finally appeared in their blank stares.

"Yaoyao...my Yaoyao..."

Zhang Hui burst into tears, her voice heartbreaking.

Jiang Hongming struggled to get up from the ground. Ignoring his own injuries, he grabbed Zhao Haidong's arm, his red eyes filled with pleading.

"Director Zhao, please, you must save Yao Yao! I'm willing to pay any price to save her! Even if it means taking my life or conducting any kind of cutting experiment on me, I'll do it!"

He knew that in the current situation, there was no point in continuing to pretend.

Zhao Haidong looked at him, but simply waved his hand, indicating that now was not the time to talk about this.

He looked around the messy living room but couldn't find the small figure.

"Where is Jiang Luo?" he asked.

Zhang Hui raised her tear-streaked face, stretched out her trembling hand, and pointed upstairs.

"Lolo...he went upstairs..."

Zhao Haidong frowned.

What happened upstairs?

But he didn't ask any more questions and turned around to rush upstairs.

……

The moment Zhao Haidong stepped onto the seventh-floor staircase, he was stunned by the sight before him.

The entire stairwell, starting from the seventh floor and going upwards, had become a scene of carnage.

Limbs and severed bodies were everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

Countless bizarre and ferocious beast corpses were piled up everywhere, blocking all the passages.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, murderous intent, and resentment, so strong that even Zhao Haidong, a super A-level powerhouse, felt a chill run down his spine.

He took difficult steps, each step landing on sticky blood and bits of flesh.

In the middle of the pile of corpses, Zhao Haidong saw that small figure.

Jiang Luo was squatting on the ground by himself.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, and his small body exuded a deathly stillness.

Zhao Haidong felt a pang in his heart.

"Jiang Luo..."

He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse, "What... happened here?"

Jiang Luo did not look up.

He didn't even move.

He spoke softly in a tone devoid of emotion.

"It's nothing."

Zhao Haidong glanced at the knife in his arms, then at the corpses of the ferocious beasts on the ground, and had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Did this child do all of this by himself?

A three-year-old child...defeated nearly a hundred ferocious beasts? Among them were even SS-level creatures?

This thought sent shivers down Zhao Haidong's spine.

He didn't press the matter further.

He knew that asking anything now would be pointless.

He composed himself and said something to the small figure.

"Jiang Luo, your sister... Lu Yao, she's not dead yet."

Zhao Haidong wasn't stupid; he probably understood the reason for Jiang Luo's grief at that moment.

And in the instant that words were spoken.

Jiang Luo's body, which had been as still as a sculpture, trembled slightly.

Those empty, lifeless eyes finally regained some focus.

He slowly...

He slowly raised his head.

Those slightly red and swollen eyes, filled with bloodshot veins, were fixed on Zhao Haidong.

His lips trembled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, as if he had used all his strength.

"What...did...you...say...?"

"She still has a sliver of life left in her body and has been sent to the Extraordinary Hospital for emergency treatment."

Zhao Haidong looked at him, meeting his almost murderous gaze, and added another sentence.

"But... that little bit of life force is too weak, it could be extinguished at any time, and no one can guarantee whether it can be saved."

Jiang Luo was completely stunned.

My sister... isn't dead?

Is there any hope for my sister?

Why?

Isn't sacrifice irreversible?

Suddenly.

He's figured it out!

It's yourself!

It was the moment I hugged my sister just now!

His ability to interrupt the sacrifice took effect the moment he touched his sister's body!

Although it couldn't be completely stopped, it forcibly kept the last bit of her sister's life force in her body!

and so……

My sister still has a chance to survive!

My older sister can also... pinch her own cheeks...

You can also... buy yourself some delicious food...

You can also... watch yourself grow up...

Very good!

Really...

That's great!!!

Jiang Luo's dull eyes suddenly lit up.

He stood up from the ground and rushed to Zhao Haidong without hesitation, reaching out his small, blood-stained hands to grab his trouser leg tightly.

"Uncle Zhao, please save my sister, please save my sister..."

He tilted his head back, and on his small face, streaked with tears and blood, was a kind of determination that Zhao Haidong had never seen before.

Looking at the resolute look in his eyes, so different from his usual mature and composed demeanor, Zhao Haidong felt a complex mix of emotions.

He crouched down, reached out, and gently held Jiang Luo's thin shoulders, speaking in a deep voice.

"Jiang Luo, listen carefully."

"Lu Yao is recognized as a future hero by our Extraordinary Bureau. Saving her is our duty, and we will never give up."

"But you also need to be mentally prepared, because the hope... is really slim."

Jiang Luo nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face, mingling with the bloodstains on her cheeks.

"As long as there's hope! As long as there's hope..." he choked out, his voice pleading. "Uncle Zhao, can you take me to the hospital? I want... I want to see her..."

Zhao Haidong sighed inwardly and nodded as he looked at him.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

……

at the same time.

Dongjiang City.

This is the capital city of Nam Giang Province.

And within the extraordinary bureau of this provincial capital.

Inside a spacious and bright top-floor office.

Wu Ya stood in front of a huge desk, her expression serious, her eyes filled with anger.

She placed the grayish spatial memory sphere on the table.

"Commander, that's the situation."

"This memory sphere is irrefutable proof!"

"Zhou Hao betrayed his companions, made a deal with the calamity, and used a group of ordinary people as a catalyst for its elixir. Such behavior doesn't deserve to be called heroism, or even human!"

"I request the bureau to immediately strip him of all posthumous honors! To expose his crimes to the public! Even though he is dead, he must pay the price he deserves!"

Sitting behind his desk, the middle-aged man, dressed in a sharp uniform and appearing to be in his forties with a calm demeanor, glanced calmly at the memory sphere and then slowly shook his head.

"Wu Ya, I'm afraid this won't work."

These words stunned Wu Ya.

"What do you mean?"