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Qu Yunliu's face turned pale. He looked at the illusion in front of him, gasping for breath, but could not utter a word.

He remembered that he had said that he was stronger than everyone else, could do better than anyone else, and was the savior of the Shield Stronghold.

But the fact is, he deliberately created a morbid and twisted shield stronghold, a shield stronghold that was about to collapse and become hell.

Qu Yunliu opened his mouth silently, like an old man at the end of his energy, and stretched out his hands forward with a look of fear.

Upon seeing this, the five young men immediately grabbed Qu Yunliu's arms in panic, asking questions with concerned eyes.

"Master Chief! Master Chief? What's wrong with you?"

Chapter 73 Happy New Year

"Master Chief! Master Chief? What's wrong with you?"

Amid the five people's terrified voices, Qu Yunliu seemed to wake up from a dream. He hugged his head with a lonely look and sighed in a hoarse voice.

"It's just an illusion."

Hearing this, the five young men breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in their original places, but they were still a little worried and looked at Qu Yunliu with concern.

Feeling the gazes of the five young men, Qu Yunliu's mood became more and more confused.

Under the vain desires, he has never been able to see clearly what he really wants.

He wanted to become a god-like figure, to be remembered, always remembered, but he never realized what he had missed.

Qu Yunliu raised his eyes slightly and looked at the five young men leaning against him, feeling as if they were in another world.

Isn't it that some people already regard themselves as gods, as the sun? But these people, for the sake of this dying person, died one after another.

I... am really ridiculous.

Qu Yunliu panted slightly, and his emotions stabilized again, as if he had returned to his previous state. He reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

No matter how grand the story is, it is not as real as a string of firecrackers exploding before your eyes.

Even someone like Qu Yunliu, after seeing so many people voluntarily die for him, couldn't help but feel emotional and sigh.

Qu Yunliu looked at the five young children around him, his eyes flickered, and he spoke softly.

"I will live well."

"So, you will live well too."

Hearing this, the five young men's eyes lit up, as if they had received divine inspiration. Although they were in danger, they felt relieved at this moment and smiled at Qu Yun.

"Master..."

Before the young girl finished her words, Qu Yunliu raised his hand to interrupt her and spoke softly.

"Don't call me Chief, it sounds weird."

The five people looked at each other and asked with some confusion.

"Then...what should I call it?"

Qu Yunliu glanced at the five young children, lowered his eyelids slightly, and spoke slowly.

"You can call me whatever you want."

Hearing this, the young girl's eyes lit up and she blurted out to Qu Yunliu.

"elder brother."

The scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone, including Qu Yunliu, turned their eyes to the young girl, stunned, puzzled, and curious.

Seeing this, the young girl stuck out her tongue embarrassedly and spoke softly.

"I...I've always wanted a brother."

This explanation was a bit too simple and crude, causing several people to laugh out loud. Qu Yunliu was stunned for a moment, but then he couldn't help laughing, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Perhaps he himself did not realize that he had not laughed so naturally for a long time.

Amidst the laughter, Qu Yunliu waved his hands gently, feeling that his body seemed to be much more comfortable, and said in a low voice.

"Okay, if you want to call me that, then call me that."

Hearing this, the young girl's eyes sparkled. She sat up straight, smiled sweetly at Qu Yunliu, and called out again.

"elder brother."

Bang! A gunshot rang out, almost at the same time as the girl's voice, and a stream of blood spurted out and landed on Qu Yunliu's face.

The strong smell of blood made Qu Yunliu slightly dazed. He stared blankly at the young girl falling to the ground in front of his eyes.

Bang, bang, bang. These were not gunshots, but the sound of Qu Yunliu's own heartbeat. He looked at everything in front of him, gasping for breath, as if he had lost his soul.

The young girl, her face pressed against the mud, her lips moving slightly, but no sound came out.

Almost instantly, the remaining four young men, regardless of their sadness, picked up their guns and looked for the enemy.

In the dark night, there was a chaotic sound of gunfire. This time the firefight was unusually short. Soon, Qu Yunliu was the only living person left in the trench.

When the enemy's cold gun muzzle was pressed against Qu Yunliu's head, he finally came to his senses.

The person holding the gun was a young man with a scar on his face, which they called a small scar.

Little Scar looked complacently at the once unattainable Qu Yunliu and smiled.

"Master Chief, let's make a deal."

Qu Yunliu looked at the small scar in front of him, then looked at the five corpses on the ground, and suddenly laughed crazily. His voice was hoarse and full of pain.

"What evil have I done?"

Looking at Qu Yunliu who seemed like a madman in front of him, Scarface frowned, then took a step forward and hit Qu Yunliu on the head with the butt of his gun.

Qu Yunliu fell down and landed in a trench filled with blood.

Scar wiped the blood off his hands with an impatient look on his face and gave orders to the people behind him.

"Go, take him away, don't kill him."

"I'm still waiting for tomorrow for him to declare me the new leader."

The people behind him looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and responded softly.

"Okay, sir."

Seeing his men being so considerate, the smile on Scar's lips grew wider and wider. He looked at the five corpses on the ground with interest, and couldn't help but step on one of the corpses and spit.

"Pooh."

"You guys have killed people before, how dare you talk to me about faith?"

At the same time, no one knew that a strange change was happening in the stone prison in the stronghold.

Amid the messy weeds, the man in the stone prison was struggling in pain. Wisps of white mist were rising, and new flesh and blood were growing on his chopped-off legs.

The man looked painful, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He didn't know what was going on, but he vaguely felt that it was related to the pink petals he swallowed that day.

In the dark stone prison, a ball of light emerged and appeared quietly in the form of Tongtong. It was the god with cerebral palsy.

Shenrao looked at the struggling man with interest, raised his eyebrows slightly, and whispered to himself.

"Things are finally getting interesting."

The man in the stone prison was obviously unable to see the paralyzed god. He just kept struggling. On his broken leg, the green flesh slowly squirmed and turned into a thick and ugly leg.

After that, the green flesh and blood spread upwards and covered the male protagonist's entire body.

Amidst the roars of struggle, the man's appearance gradually changed. His flesh and blood were torn apart, and long horns that did not belong to a human slowly grew out of his head. His facial features squirmed and became hideous.

At first glance, the man turned into the evil ghost with green face and fangs in the mural.

……

The next day, it was dawn.

The residents of the shield stronghold closed their doors and windows and huddled in their houses. No one dared to come out.

A dangerous smell permeated the entire Shield Stronghold, making people feel uneasy.

However, in the square in front of the gate of the shield stronghold, a temporary platform was built. It was very simple and was almost made of a pile of broken boxes.

On the high platform, Qu Yunliu sat on a chair with a gloomy expression, like a puppet, while Xiao Daoba stood beside him with his hands behind his back.

Under the platform, there gathered a group of men with guns. These people did not seem to be a group. They were divided into five groups, each standing in one place.

The leaders of each force stood at the front, looking at Qu Yunliu on the platform and Xiao Daoba beside him with impatience and offended eyes.

Finally, a middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore, stepped out of the crowd, looked at Scar with a squint, and said angrily.

"Little Scar, what do you mean by calling everyone here?"

The man with the scar on the stage moved his wrist leisurely, looked at the man who was speaking below the stage with pride, and sneered.

"Are you blind? Of course I called you here to announce who will be the next leader."

Hearing this, another boss couldn't help but walk out of the crowd and looked at Little Scar with disdain, mocking him.

"Are you worthy?"

Little Scar's face turned cold, and he looked at the people below the stage with murderous intent in his eyes, and said hatefully.

"Why are you pretending? We agreed yesterday that whoever captures Qu Yunliu will be the next leader."

"Do you want to go back on your word?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter. One of the leaders of a powerful faction even looked at Little Scar as if he was a fool and sneered.

"Little Scar, do you think you can become the boss just by luck?"

"Do you have this strength?"

Scarface was younger after all, and after being ridiculed several times, he became furious and veins popped out on his forehead. He pulled out the gun from his waist, pointed it at the audience, and roared.

"Come on! Give it a try!"

Following Scar's action, a group of people instantly emerged from behind the stage, holding guns and pointing them at the audience.

Seeing this, the five waves of forces below the stage also took out their guns, each keeping their distance and pointing them at the stage.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense and the smell of gunpowder filled the air, and a melee was likely to break out at the next moment.

On the high platform, Qu Yunliu was breathing weakly. He looked at the scene in front of him with mixed feelings in his heart.

Sure enough, everything turned out to be just as he had planned. After he became seriously ill, the Shield Stronghold became a mess.

In the fierce battle, this place was turned into hell on earth.

Everything is going according to plan, but why can't I be happy?

Is it because I haven’t taken pink petals for a long time?

Or was it because of that group of young people who died for themselves?

In a trance, Qu Yunliu heard a burst of gunfire. He looked up and saw that everyone had already started exchanging fire and the sound of gunfire was loud.

Qu Yunliu sat quietly in the chair, waiting for his own bullet. However, as the bullets whizzed by, there was no moment when the bullets hit him.

This is ridiculous. Is it so difficult to ask for death?

Qu Yunliu let out a long sigh, feeling hopeless about all this.

At this moment, a familiar melody suddenly rang in his ears. The melody was passionate and high-pitched, but a little out of place.

Qu Yunliu narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that his mind was confused. Why did he hear the melody of "Spring Festival Overture" at this time?

However, not only Qu Yunliu heard this voice, but everyone present heard this voice.

In shock, the fierce gunfight stopped and everyone pricked up their ears, trying to find out where the loud music came from.

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on the gate of the stronghold, and the sound of "Spring Festival Overture", which once symbolized the Spring Festival Gala, became louder and louder.

The next moment, with a loud bang, the gate of the stronghold was smashed open, and a large truck came rumbling in amidst the flying wood chips.

On the carriage of the truck, a sturdy man held a Maxim heavy machine gun and smiled grimly at the people in the stronghold. He pulled the trigger and shouted loudly.

"The offenders."

"Happy New Year!"