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"Friends? I don't have friends as amazing as you."

Mo Li was startled when he heard this, but there was a strange smile in his eyes. He turned his head, looked at Wang Quan for the last time, and said softly.

"Time is such a wonderful thing."

After leaving this ambiguous sentence, Mo Li did not stay any longer and strode out of the wooden house.

Wang Quan looked at Mo Li's back, raised the revolver in his hand several times, aimed at Mo Li's back, put his finger on the trigger, wanting to pull the trigger, but he could not muster up the courage.

When Mo Li's figure completely disappeared from his sight, Wang Quan suddenly seemed to have lost all his strength. His arms fell limply. He staggered back a step and slumped down on the bench.

After a moment, Wang Quan suddenly clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table, sweeping all the books on the table to the ground.

This was not an expression of impotent venting of rage, but rather a look of determination.

Wang Quan opened the drawer, took out a blank notebook, picked up a pen, and with bloodshot eyes, began to think about the person he wanted to kill.

Without any hesitation, Liu Yong's name was written on the notebook, followed by more names, without any need to think or recall.

The damned people in this ancient city stronghold emerged from his mind one after another.

Murderers and cannibals came one after another, as if there was no end.

Wang Quan was like a possessed man, using that old pen to write down one name after another in the notebook. He wanted them to die, all of them.

Pay for what they have done, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Beneath the black handwriting, there is hatred that has been suppressed in the heart for a long time. It is the hatred for the bones on the roadside, the hatred for the children who died in the alleys, and the eyes of hatred and despair.

The pale yellow pages flipped and names kept appearing on them. This scene continued until nightfall.

When the lights were dimmed, there was another knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

In the dim room, Wang Quan sat on a chair, his face ashen and his heart as dead as a tree. He listened to the knock on the door and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"come in."

The door was slowly pushed open, and Wang Zixuan walked into the house with some uneasiness and closed the door. There was no candle lit in the room at this time, and it fell into darkness.

Wang Zixuan walked over in a panic, looked at her brother's lonely and desperate expression, and asked nervously.

"Brother, I heard that the chief came to your place today. What is he going to do?"

Wang Quan did not answer this question. Instead, he picked up the candlestick beside the desk and lit it with a lighter. The dim candlelight barely illuminated the room.

The dim candlelight reflected Wang Quan's pale face, which looked like a tattered oil painting, mottled and old.

Wang Quan did not answer Wang Zixuan's question. Instead, he picked up the notebook on the table and handed it to Wang Zixuan. Wang Zixuan was puzzled, but still took the notebook obediently.

However, after taking the notebook, Wang Zixuan took a few casual glances at it and was shocked to find that the names written on it were all people in this stronghold.

Wang Quan blinked tiredly, the pen on the table had broken into two pieces. He looked bitter, as if talking to himself.

“I always feel that I have done a lot of wrong things, but I have also tried to do some good things.”

"This life shouldn't be all sins, right?"

"But, there are so many people I want to kill. Can I really be considered innocent?"

Wang Zixuan didn't understand what Wang Quan was talking about, so she asked.

"Brother, what happened? I'm worried if you do this."

Wang Quan smiled when he heard this, stood up gently, took the notebook again, then tore off the page, threw it into the candlelight, and said lightly.

"Now is not the time to let you know. It will hurt you."

"Listen to me and go back. Just pretend you didn't come to see me today."

Wang Zixuan frowned when she heard that. She wanted to say something, but when she saw Wang Quan's gaze, she shrank her head and dared not say anything else.

Wang Quan's eyes were gray but determined. Wang Zixuan knew Wang Quan's character. He was a good brother, but also a strict brother. When he looked at her with this look, Wang Zixuan didn't dare to say anything more.

Helplessly, Wang Zixuan left the wooden house with uneasiness and confusion, and Wang Quan was the only one left in the room again.

Wang Quan looked at the notebook in his hand and stopped tearing off the pages. Instead, he started over, tore off the names one by one, and threw them into the fire.

In the end, only two names were left, one was Liu Yong, and the other was held in the palm of Wang Quan's hand and he refused to reveal it.

After a long silence, Wang Quan opened the drawer, took out a pen again, and gently wrote a few words on a blank page.

"Hello, Su Li."

"This is the letter I wrote to you. In this era, it should be very interesting to receive letters."

"The light in the room is dim now, and the temperature is just right. It's really a good time to write a letter."

"I've always remembered the story you told me at that time. Even though it sounds like a fairy tale, it seems to be the best explanation for this damn world."

"I don't want to complain about anything, I just feel a little regretful. If I had met you at the beginning, maybe I wouldn't be so miserable now."

"It's a pity that I can't be your friend. I think we should be a good pair of friends. You are very much like me in the past."

"But you won't become what I am now, cowardly, hesitant, tired of my life, but afraid to try to make changes."

"Perhaps this is the regret of life. From the moment you and I were born, the ending was doomed."

"I've always thought that if you had killed me, it might have been the best ending for me."

"Looking back, I have done a lot of wrong things. I feel hopeless about human nature and have survived until now."

"But I really like your understanding of justice, and I also like the metaphor of shoes. I have been walking in shoes with stones on them for several years."

"Even if I take off my shoes now, there is no longer a flat road, but a desert of rocks."

"I miss my old self and the ideals that once belonged to me."

"When my ideals are shattered, I should die instead of becoming a walking corpse."

"At this moment, I feel relieved. I finally recognize myself and the so-called death."

"I made a choice again. This time, I think I can accept my own ending calmly."

“Although this ending is not happy.”

Chapter 194: Farewell (I)

As the sun and the moon rotate, the weather becomes warmer day by day, and the breath of early spring is already at hand.

The plan for a day lies in the morning, and the plan for a year lies in the spring.

Spring represents vitality and also means that a busy life is about to begin. Especially for the residents of the ancient city, the warm spring breeze is more like a ghost messenger urging them to die.

They knew that once the weather turned warmer, the Ancient City stronghold would go to war with the Shield stronghold. No one knew how long this meaningless war would last, but many people would inevitably die.

As a result, people in the entire ancient city became worried and depressed as early spring was approaching. Liu Yong followed Mo Li's instructions and used many stones, placed them in various places in the city, and dyed them with red paint.

In such an atmosphere, Wang Quan got up early when it was just dawn. He washed himself carefully with clean water. The cold water rushed through his greasy hair and soon made the water in the basin turbid.

After washing, Wang Quan took out a small mirror and carefully took care of his hair in front of it.

In a world of material scarcity, making fire and boiling water are all forms of consumption. He had not taken such careful care of himself for a long time, so when he looked at his unshaven and haggard face in the mirror, he couldn't help laughing.

In the mirror, the young man who was full of vigor and vitality back then can no longer be found. Only a sloppy man who looks like a walking corpse remains.

After Wang Quan combed his long hair, he turned and walked to the wooden cabinet beside him. He slowly opened the cabinet and saw a washed-out shirt hanging in the cabinet with Wang Quan's name embroidered on it.

“Isn’t it a little small?”

Wang Quan muttered softly as he put on the white shirt and buttoned it up carefully one by one, his movements gentle as if he was afraid of tearing his shirt.

After a moment, the white shirt was put on Wang Quan, but it seemed a bit too big.

Have I lost weight in the past few years?

Wang Quan smiled at himself, put down the mirror in his hand, then bent down and took out two suitcases from under the single bed in the room.

One of the suitcases was well preserved and looked like a letter. Wang Quan slowly opened it, and a hint of coldness spread out through the gap in the suitcase.

Looking closely, there were actually several irregular ice cubes in the suitcase, and above the ice cubes was a large piece of meat wrapped in paper.

Wang Quan carefully took out the piece of meat, put his nose close to it, sniffed it lightly, and then said with a sense of relief.

"Fortunately, the meat is not bad. At least there is no strange smell."

This was a piece of venison, which Mo Li brought back from the wild in winter. For some reason, he was unusually generous and gave a piece to Wang Quan, but Wang Quan was reluctant to eat it. Instead, he put it in ice cubes and put it in a new suitcase.

Wang Quan's eyebrows moved slightly, his face was full of joy, and he held the piece of meat and quickly walked to the small stove in the room. He carefully washed the venison with clean water, and then used a small knife to cut the meat into pieces, trying to make the chopped pieces of meat look more even.

Soon, a black smoke rose from the chimney on the roof. A lot of dry firewood that Wang Quan had prepared long ago was added to the small stove. The flames flickered and quickly swept across the black bottom of the pot.

The hot water in the pot gradually boiled. Seeing this, Wang Quan hurriedly threw the spices he had collected a long time ago into the pot. He then put the meat pieces into the pot little by little while using a spoon to stir them.

Boom, boom, boom.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door. The sound was a little slow, as if the person knocking was very hesitant.

Wang Quan was too busy to do anything at this moment. He looked at the small stove in front of him and waved towards the door.

"Come in, I don't have the habit of locking the door."

Hearing this, the person outside the door was silent for a long time, but after a sigh, he gently pushed open the door.

The morning light shone, and two figures, one tall and one short, stood quietly at the door, looking at Wang Quan who was busy in the house with complicated expressions. They were Gao Lian and Li Yi who had not appeared for a long time.

There was no strange expression on Wang Quan's face, as if there was no barrier at all, as if everything was still the same as before. He smiled and greeted the two of them.

"Don't just stand there, come in quickly, the meat still needs to be stewed for a while."

Wang Quan's reaction made Gao Lian and Li Yi slightly dazed. Ever since this stronghold belonged to Mo Li, the three of them gradually lost contact.

Gao Lian and Li Yi sympathized with Wang Quan's experience, but they could not truly empathize with him. There was a gap between the three of them, so they took the initiative to distance themselves from Wang Quan.

After looking at each other for a moment, Gao Lian and Li Yi looked at the sincere smile on Wang Quan's face, finally nodded slightly, and stepped in. Wang Quan's smile reminded them of the Wang Quan of the past, the Wang Quan who was as bright as the sun.

After entering the house, Wang Quan asked the two to sit down, but he started to busy himself around the small stove. He found rice from somewhere and actually started steaming rice in this world.

"It will probably take some time for Zixuan to fall, so the two of you should wait patiently, okay?"

When the stewed meat entered the waiting process, Wang Quan finally got some free time and walked to the dining table where the two of them were sitting. It was called a dining table, but in fact Wang Quan just covered the desk with a layer of black cloth and used it as a dining table.

After Wang Quan sat down, he looked at Gao Lian and Li Yi with gentle eyes and asked softly.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time. I don't know how you two are doing. Who of you will speak first?"

Hearing this, Gao Lian hesitated slightly, but finally sighed and spoke in a dull voice.

"Let's make do with it. What about you, boss? How are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan shook his head slightly and spoke in a low voice.

"I'm half dead, but I can still be considered alive."

"Li Yi, what about you?"

Hearing this, Li Yi, who had been silent all this time, finally raised his head and spoke in a flat voice.

"I married a woman who gave birth to a child for me last year."

Wang Quan and Gao Lian were stunned, and looked at Li Yi in surprise and joy, as if they had not expected that their friend already had a child of his own.

However, just as Gao Lian and Wang Quan looked over, Li Yi spoke in an unusually calm manner.

"I lied to you two. How could anyone like a dark person like me?"

Wang Quan and Gao Lian were startled again, then they looked at each other and laughed at the same time. The special feeling of alienation they had felt before also quietly dissipated with this smile.

"Boss, why did you call us here this time? Is there something going on?"

During the chat, Gao Lian asked the question directly without any concealment, but Wang Quan shook his head slightly and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"No, this time."

"None of you can help me."

Chapter 195: Farewell (Part 2)

The wind was blowing loudly, hitting the shabby door. Water stains were flowing down from the stove, wetting the entire floor.

The air was filled with traces of silence. Gao Lian and Li Yi felt a little uneasy and looked at Wang Quan worriedly, but Wang Quan had a smile on his face. Although he was silent, he seemed to be more energetic than usual.

In silence, Wang Quan stood up again and searched in the wooden cabinet for a long time. He found a glass bottle with clear liquid inside, which was tightly tied with a wooden stopper.