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Chapter 960 Chapter 950 Eight · "Please don't leave forever." (Thanks to the leader of "Is Fen Dai a kind puppet master?"

He was not taken to be burned at the stake.

When the holy allies kicked open his door, he finished humming the song and said with a smile, "You are finally here, but the special medicine is no longer in my hands."

Then he picked up the silver revolver in the drawer, aimed it at his temple, and thumped.

The blood red of the setting sun is the same color as the flowing blood, the stars in the universe are twinkling, and a meteor is falling towards another vast universe.

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"——Feng'er, Feng'er, please don't go and never come back, please don't go and never come back."

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【No.3 link the fire·Jiayu Yang】

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Yang Jiayu is a Dragon City soldier.

Life is very simple, except for the feelings of family and country, it is wife and children.

One day when he came back from guard, he wanted to make a cup of hot wolfberry tea, when suddenly he saw a teleportation light flickering in the air, and a glass bottle fell into his palm.

In an instant, Yang Jiayu's brain flooded with a lot of memories.He got all the memories of Tina and Ruth.

Yang Jiayu hesitated for a long time.

"I have a family, a wife and children, and an 80-year-old mother. If I hide human history, my family will be implicated." Yang Jiayu murmured.

Looking at the Xiongguan Pass outside the mountain, with gusts of snow, he clenched the glass bottle in his hand.

——But he is unwilling to dedicate this glass bottle to the gods and cut off human history so far.

He thought of the ending of Tina and Ruth—even though they were just two ordinary people, they could immediately decide to bear everything.They used to be extremely ordinary in life, but they could burn blazingly at the last moment of their lives, bursting out with extremely strong light.

What a great dedication.

Yang Jiayu sat in front of the thermos for a long time, looking at the white snow outside the pass, the warm heat floated over his wrinkled face.He looked at the military uniform hanging at the door, at the stars on his shoulders, and then pressed his fingers on the group photo on the table, groping for his wife's face in the photo.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it has started from scratch.

He didn't know how long this kind of fire transmission would last, and how many people it would cross-the gods would constantly send holy allies to capture the holders of special medicines.The hot fire is already in his hands, and the fire can only be passed on to the next person who is in a safer situation in time.

"Squad leader, if you are still alive, you will definitely pat me on the shoulder and tell me: Don't be afraid, young man, you are the defender of human history, don't be cowardly."

Yang Jiayu touched the yellowed old photos in the drawer, and smiled slightly on his old face.He thought of the past years in the army, they sat around the big pot, chatting about when the snow would stop, when they could go home, and when late spring would come.

The snow will stop.

As long as someone works hard for it, wants to see the sun shine through the clouds.

As long as the fire can reach a human being - not even the gods can kill.

Only then would this never-ending relay of tinder come to an end.Human history can finally be preserved.

——Does such a person exist in this world?

Yang Jiayu didn't know, but he felt that he should pass on the fire.

He placed his wife and children in a safe place.He took the glass bottle and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the holy allied forces have surrounded here.Their faces were solemn and solemn, and they wanted to execute him.

Facing the raging flames, Yang Jiayu smiled bitterly.

"God, you really are paying close attention to this world." He said to himself: "You know the movements of every human being, but you, why are you so indifferent to the suffering in this world?"

He fumbled for the old photos in his arms, and used the teleportation talisman to teleport the glass bottle away. Facing the raging flames, he closed his eyes and opened his arms, as if embracing the entire green mountain.

On this day, flames burned incessantly in the north of Longcheng, almost dyeing the sky red.The daughter-in-law of the Yang family was waiting on the other side of the city, never waiting for her simple and hardworking husband.

The thermos cup soaked with wolfberry is still on the table, and no one closes its lid again.Smudged by the heat, the interior of the frontier was silent.

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A drop of water, to resist a great river.

—Who can say whether it is brave or blind, who can say whether it is heroic or dull?

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【No.4 link the fire Wycliffe】

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Wykelev is an old priest who once prostrated himself solemnly at ceremonies and listened to the oracle of the gods.

However, when the glass bottle arrived in his hands, after sitting in the room overnight, he decided to violate his belief once in his life-to pass it on.

At least, he is not the end here, he is not someone who can fight against the gods, this glass bottle cannot stay with him.

He had seen children brutally killed for breaking into the temple, and he had seen priests massacre innocent residents. He wanted to fight once.

However, he was arrested as soon as he left the church.

Finally, he threw the glass bottle vigorously, and it fell into the hands of a street girl.

The moment he was pierced by the sword, his old and dry lips kept kissing the cross on his neck, and the bright silver was stained red with blood.

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I have forsaken my faith and become unclean.

Please keep passing it on, may the old gods bless you.

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【No.5 link the fire Nanaka Fujisaji】

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The moment Fujisaki Nanaka took the glass bottle, the memories of the first four flooded into her mind, and she immediately chose to use the talisman to escape.

She was a painter, a young painter who traveled far and wide.

She regretted the life of fleeing with the glass bottle, but she had already carried the emotions and hopes of the first four people. These emotions repeatedly collided with her selfishness, so she did not choose to hand over the glass bottle.

—History of mankind, history of mankind!
How many treasures and precious paintings will be hidden in it?How could she have the heart... Let them be buried forever, never to see the light.She thought of the tears of her art teacher when she burned the old paintings. This kind of artist's romantic emotion made her unable to turn back.

She fled all the way, painted all the way, and ran towards the headquarters of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance.She knew that the Human Self-Help Alliance was the only organization openly defying the gods, and she had to give them the glass bottle.

On the way, she handed over the glass bottle to the envoy of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, and then she felt relieved and planned to go back to her hometown.

However, the Holy Allies still wanted to kill her.

On the way back home, the bow of the Holy Allies pierced her body, and the white drawing paper in her backpack was scattered all over the ground, stained with blood, like the feathers of a white bird.

She fell slowly amidst the fluttering blood-red feathers, her eyes were full of traces of her paintings.They fluttered in the air, as if angels were singing praises.

She vomited blood, and there was a secret pain in her heart.

——If history is obliterated, all art is buried.

Will there still be people looking back at the past and nostalgic for the long-lasting art paintings?

Will anyone still remember which era's story was recorded on their drawing paper?
If everything painted today will be burned in flames in a few years, should they escape the rain?

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Nanaka Fujisaki was at the end and had no regrets.

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【No.6 link the fire Bartholomew】

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As the envoy of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, Bartholomew runs around day and night with a glass bottle.

On the way, a bow and arrow stabbed him in the back and nailed him to the ground.

When the Holy Allies arrived, they found that what the dead Bartholomew was holding was not a glass bottle, but an imitation that distracted them. The bottle cap was engraved with: [Humph, don't try to take away human history.Did you play me?The glass bottle has already been passed on by me! 】Small characters.

Bartholomew thought, this will leave enough time for the people behind.

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【No.7 link the fire (fire spreader) · Yuqing Shen (Shen Yuqing)】

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Shen Yuqing tapped on the keyboard and sent an email asking for help to the company.She turned on her phone, wanting to send a text message.The next second, the sudden Holy Allied Forces Talisman pierced her forehead, ending her life.

The Holy Allies failed to find her glass bottle, which had been taken over by her lover, and she traveled safely into the distance in the car.

With a "click", the blood-stained mobile phone fell to the ground, and the lit screen maintained the text message she sent before finishing typing:
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【Mom, I want to eat braised pork ribs tonight...】

There was a quick reply to the text message.

[Qingbao, what else do you want to eat?Braised pork ribs, right? Medium!Mom made chicken soup, waiting for you to come home. 】

What Shen Yuqing regrets most is that she didn't say goodbye to her mother in the end.

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【No.8 link the fire Parrilla】

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Parrella said goodbye to the children and walked out of the classroom to be stabbed head-on.

The glass bottle has long been stored in the country by him.

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【No.9 link the fire Debbie】

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Debbie kissed her husband and was buried in the fire with him.

The glass bottle has been sent out by the shepherd boy by the fastest horse in the village.

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【No.10 link the fire (fire spreader) · Nora (Nora)】

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Nora, holding the blue rose that her wife loved most during her lifetime, walked towards the river step by step under the pursuit of the Holy Allies.

The glass bottle has been placed on the fishing boat, and it is drifting down the river and into the distance.

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【No.11 link the fire Angelo】

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Angelo kept making the cross on his chest until the blade cut off his head.

The glass bottle has been brought out here by his father, going to the center of the country.

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【No.12 link the fire...】

【No.13 link the fire...】

【No.14 link the fire...】

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【No.43 link the fire...】

【No.44 link the fire...】

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The forgotten place of all living beings was once bright for a moment.

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link the fire.
Please don't go and never come back, please don't go and never come back.

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Su Mingan recovered from the four oil paintings of No.40. His strong emotions were like a sponge full of water, and his heart was weighed heavily.

No.40 The four fire spreaders are ordinary university teachers. He finally contacted the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance and sent the glass bottle to the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance.

During an open class, the Holy Allies broke in and burned the university teacher to death in front of all the students.

Before he died, he opened his arms and shouted to the students with a hoarse voice:

"—Students, don't forget the past! Don't forget the history!"

"—Don't let yourself be a stranger in civilization! Don't forget the shape of the flowers, the song of the birds!"

until the flames burned through his throat.

Among the 44 people, without exception, they are all ordinary people.

They are not the leaders of any organization, nor are they generals of the military. They are all very ordinary ordinary people who have no characteristics in the crowd.Even if you pass them by, you won't remember them, and you won't feel how noble they can do in the future.

But the moment they took the glass bottle, all the emotions and memories flooded into their minds——

——They all chose to pass on this "fire".

Although in the process, some people feel regret and some people want to give in.Their last option is still to pass it on to the next person.

There are a total of fifty paintings on this corridor.Su Mingan still didn't read six pictures.

"Su Mingan, do you still want to watch...?" Nuo Er seemed to be aware of Su Mingan's emotional ups and downs, and held his hand.

"Look, the next painting should be related to me." Su Mingan smiled slightly.

There is a flame burning in my heart, raging endlessly.

Although he didn't know the principle of this kind of memory transmission, Su Mingan had already felt it before - when he killed another person, he could obtain the memory of that person.The memory transmission principle of this glass bottle should be similar.

He also thought before——Su Wensheng, why do you have so many vests, what kind of super vest monster are you!
Now he finally discovered that what Su Wensheng owned was not a vest.

——This 19-year-old young man just carried all the emotions and memories of the first 49 deceased, carried a heavy burden on his shoulders, and took over their identities—becoming them.

These are not vests made by him alone.

This is not his own heroism.

It was those who once burned in the raging fire, desperately passing on the kindling——living people one by one.

The five paintings No.40 should be the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance.

The No.40 six paintings should be the deputy director of the Urban Protection Department.

And so on.

These dead bones piled up on Su Wensheng's shoulders, hugging him tightly.Until the fire was passed to his hands, until his young hands took over the heavy burden.

So far, he has become "them".

——Su Wensheng, what heavy prayers and blessings are on your shoulders?

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but also a 19-year-old ordinary student, the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, the deputy director of the Urban Protection Department, and Dr. Su of the Psychological Counseling Center—is it really cool... isn't it?

Is it really a cool drama?

No.

is passed.

It is the fire of hope.

It is the piled bones of the dead.

It is the gathering and roaring of countless people.

It is civilization's desperate struggle.

It is the spirit that traces the history of mankind that lasts forever.

At the moment when they took the glass bottle, none of them escaped the fate of passing on and dying. They all came back to lock up the [evil] in the world with their kindness and obsession.

until--

The spark passed and reached the hands of the ultimate person.

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Su Mingan walked towards the No.40 five paintings - a young man standing under the banner of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, wearing the epaulets of the leader of the alliance on his shoulders, and holding a glass bottle like a cosmic star in his hand.

He crooned a song Ruth had hummed.

"It was a good time,"

"The gaps in the walls will be filled, and the gardens will bloom."

"One loves in flames and screams."

"Feng'er, Feng'er, please don't go and never come back, please don't go and never come back."

"The white Chaoyan flower is here, and the blessings of the world come into my dreams."

"My child, my child."

"Please don't go and never come back, please don't go and never come back..."

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Please don't leave forever.

——link the fire.
Please don't go and never come back, please don't go and never come back.

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(End of this chapter)