Contract · Ten Deadly Sins

After experiencing life and death, his eyebrows and eyes are still the same as before; a sensible child, reborn once again, is still the sensible child.

The robe that was swung by the long stick turned into the cold flames of hell, the kind of flame that can be seen but cannot be touched. A new robe, without a trace.

The devil is indeed the devil, avoiding is not the devil's style, let alone his choice.

"Su Zhengyu is the body of Si Han's soul. Don't you think it's strange that his body hasn't rotted after so many years?" Looking at Su Zhengyang's hesitation to speak, the coldness on his body deepened, "That one in your hand It's just his life, if you dare to pull him out, he will be ashes, fly, smoke, and die in front of you."

"Okay!" Si Han couldn't bear it anymore, the long stick in his hand was burning with cold anger, and he swung it up to attack again. Although he knew that his attack was of no use to the black robe in front of him, such a movement, Like a comfort.

Su Zhengyang immediately let go of the four-edged awl in his hand: "Why did you lie to me?"

Su Zhengyang experienced ups and downs one after another, and sat on the ground exhausted physically and mentally, looking at the pale and peaceful face in front of him.Today, he is faced with two choices. On the one hand, he is his younger brother who has made a mistake that caused him a lifetime of misfortune;Regardless of the choice, he expected that he would spend the rest of his life in guilt.

However, Su Zhengyang still has an identity, the supervisor of the Hunting City Investigation Bureau.The life and death of the people in Hunting City outside depended on his actions.

In a trance, I seemed to hear a familiar shout: "Zhengyang, I'm sorry, but you have to know that you are the patron saint of Hunting City. There is blood outside, can you bear it? My life, people outside can live , I am willing."

The call that belonged to Su Zhengyu pulled Su Zhengyang's gaze, flickering gaze, trying to avoid his gaze, but if he really avoided him, he was afraid that he would never have the chance to see that face again; With the same sensible smile, the guilt in his heart has filled his whole heart, and a touch of hotness overflowed: "I, I have already lost you once, I can't... lose you again."

"Of course you can't lose me again. You owe me, no matter what, you have to pay it back. Have you forgotten the few days at your house? We are so happy. I thought you would forget him. It turned out that I Can't compare to that weak him."

Si Han on the right grabbed the words, but Su Zhengyang could only respond with hesitant embarrassment: "No, that's not the case, why would I want you to die?"

"So, you don't care about the people of Liecheng? You know, I would rather die a sensible person than live an ignorant one. You sacrifice me, and everything will return to normal." People are not so comfortable, and the unknown depression is oppressing Su Zhengyang's heart, and he can't breathe.

"Su Zhengyu, I really hate that you look like a holy father. Do you think you are noble? After all, you are also a selfish person; you only care about your own understanding, but you want him to kill you personally. Have you considered his feelings? Are you sensible?" Si Han and Su Zhengyu pinched each other.

"What about you, Sihan, even if you put on an unruly skin on the outside, in your heart, you are the one who wants to be a sensible child. You are sensible in front of him, but you want him to face the devastated hunting city. Feel good?"

Su Zhengyang really couldn't do such multiple-choice questions, so he could only close his eyes and calm down.However, the Demon King did not give him a chance to breathe.

An instant loud noise drove the billowing dust, pulling him back to the real reality. Si Han and Su Zhengyu, who were still pinching each other, disappeared.Finally, the figure struggling from the flying dust appeared, and the dark red blood was flowing from the corner of Karoo's mouth.In front of the low table, Si Han was half-kneeling to support his body. The long stick was no longer as tall as a person, and a burst of burning black smoke dissipated from the broken place.

"What did you hear just now? Did you choose to keep your brother alive, or those unimportant pariahs outside?" The sound of hell sounded, approaching step by step, it was not the oppressive feeling of the man in black, but more like the pressure from outside. The souls of his hesitation and unjust death approached him to claim his life.

"Don't worry about me, pull out the awl!" He gave that order with Si Han's firmness and Su Zhengyu's persistence.

Su Zhengyang's pent-up pressure could finally explode at this moment. With a long roar, he pulled out the awl, and took advantage of the momentum to step over the bench and the low table that blocked it.He waved the awl in his hand and stabbed at the black robe from the air.Si Han hadn't had time to clean up the blood remaining at the corner of his mouth, but when he saw the figure flashing past, he had to support his exhausted body even if he tried hard, and tried his best to protect the life that was going away at any time.

Before Su Zhengyang touched the Demon King's skin, his body was already in close contact with the wall beside him by the reverse force.Although he hit the wall, he didn't feel any strong pain in his body, except where he just touched the wall and the floor.Inadvertently, he caught sight of the coffin, those scattered gold, what is that?

"Su Zhengyu, because of you, he was wiped out. But you can't even touch my hand." With a sarcastic tone, the demon king provoked Su Zhengyang, who had no fighting power at this time.

"Your opponent is here." With the voice, attention has already come to Si Han's body, and the bright red corners of his mouth are wiped away with his hands. The original color of the white clothes can no longer be seen. Red, blood still dripping drop by drop on the ground.

Su Zhengyang spoke thousands of words, but his throat was stuck in his throat. In the end, he could only utter two words: "Si Han!"

"Su Zhengyang, I want you to remember that no matter how many times I have been reincarnated, I am still that sensible child." The words were as calm as before, but they seemed to be explaining the funeral. Su Zhengyang's uneasiness was never as strong as it is now.However, before he could react, he heard a roar, "Karoo, work!"

With the sound of howling wind, my arm felt a burst of cold temperature, and a burst of pulling force pulled my sight to move. Si Han turned in the opposite direction, holding the four-pointed knife just now in his hand. Blade awl, with the same posture, and even the same cry, he was clearly stabbing the awl for himself.His own result is already like this, even if he is a hundred times stronger than himself, the Demon King is still unmatched by humans.

Before he had time to remind Si Han to be careful, Karu had already thrown him out of the door of the tomb.

Looking back at Si Han's figure, yes, he also couldn't reach his body.However, the quick talent that Si Han had cultivated in the bar was not something to hide, the four-edged awl passed through the body of the black robe with the inertia of his loosening hand.Finally, success?

The hole that the four-edged awl pierced through seemed unable to heal, exuding a cold air, but there was no way to heal.

It's just that the black-robed demon king didn't show any signs of fear, not even a hint of surprise.He easily grabbed Si Han's neck with his own hand. It didn't matter whether this existence was invincible or not, they were impossible anyway.

The black-robed demon king turned around so that he could measure his body. Looking at the two interesting people seemed to be the only pleasure for the demon king.

"You use my things to hurt me, tricks are fine, but since it's my things, don't I know its temper?"

This sentence seemed to remind Su Zhengyang that when he noticed that Si Han was in the hands of the black-robed demon king, his feet were already off the ground, and Si Han's two hands were tightly clutching the wrist in front of him, with the distorted pain on his face, It is no longer clear whether he was injured because of the four-edged awl that was pulled out of his own chest, or because the demon king's unknowing strength strangled the life of the cherished person in front of him, and the figure that was hung in mid-air was still alive. The crimson that never stopped dripping.

Seeing that the person on the tip of his heart was so helpless, the strength in his body instantly made him forget the pain from his body, he staggered up, and was about to rush back to his position and rejoin the battle. His determination to fight side by side became stronger. .

It's just that determination may not necessarily give you the opportunity to fight side by side.

Si Han let go of his hand, and opened his palm in front of Su Zhengyang. He saw dark smoke emanating from his palm, and the tomb vibrated for no reason. The blood fell like a thread.The ancient voice belonging to the mechanism came from all directions, and the two stone doors that were originally heavy were activated.However, when he looked at the door in front of him, he seemed to be running away, no matter how hard he chased him, he couldn't reach the door.

With the door ready to close, except for the door that cannot be moved by manpower, there is also the hope of victory fighting side by side.Su Zhengyang went from his original firm eyes to a look of fading hope, and at the speed of the naked eye, he entered the observation of the Demon King.

"Do you think you can trap me by closing the tomb door?"

"I...have always...know that I...can't...trap you, but you seem to have overlooked...a little bit." Such a sentence seemed to reveal a horror story unintentionally, and the Demon King finally began to be afraid. Now, the strength on the neck has become stronger. Si Han didn't feel the fear of death. After Si Han's own words were cut off, the nearly broken neck bone couldn't bear the surging blood, and gushed out again.

Si Han, who was about to face death, had his last wish, just to see that face for the last time, a face that he would never forget in his whole life.I saw it, a satisfied smile raised from the corner of his mouth, the fingers that could only be stuck reflected the open mouth, but no sound came out.

In Su Zhengyang's heart, however, an immature voice sounded: "I just want you to remember, live well, you are the hero of Hunting City, I can bear this infamy."

The grievance and intoxication finally came out, and a single word burst out, which has already covered a thousand words: "No~~~~!"

Finally, Shimen cut off their gazes at each other; although, at the last moment when the door was closed, what he saw was Sihan's smiling face, he felt a thousand times more uncomfortable looking at him.Maybe, because the stone gate has been closed and Si Han's ability has been cut off, he can finally touch the stone gate of the tomb for real, but it's too late.

Tears of remorse, with helpless hope, beat on the door that would never be opened.

"Sihan! Zhengyu! Open the door! Please, open the door! You can't leave me again!" A piercing roar spewed out from Su Zhengyang's torn heart.Shouting repeatedly, I don't know if the people inside can hear it, but these words are still comforting to myself.

After shouting for an unknown amount of time, Su Zhengyang, who was already numb, finally couldn't resist the death of hope. Tired of crying, he leaned against the door and slipped to the ground.It's like asking the same question in a soft voice: "Why did you leave me alone? I've been waiting for you for so long, we've only known each other for a few days, but we have to be separated by this broken door."

At this moment, a white body appeared in this strange corridor.The white mist emitted by the short staff in his hand illuminated the sharp white face in front of him. Although there were large and small stains and scars on the face and body, they were only slightly damaged.

"Why are you here, where is Si Han?" Lu Feng asked Su Zhengyang who was already in a daze.

As Lu Feng kept shaking his forehead, Su Zhengyang woke up like a dream, and said, "Lu Feng, Lu Feng, can you open this door and save him!?"

"You said he was inside the door? Who else is there?" Lu Feng asked as if he had heard some terrible news.

The hope ignited in his heart can only be pinned on the person in front of him who can contend with him: "Si Han locked himself in with the Demon King and Karu, but his condition is very bad, and he seems to have angered the Demon King." gone."

Lu Feng seemed to have understood the intention of all this, and explained: "The devil's breath is still inside, and the only thing that can trap the devil inside is the ancient seal, and he intends to die together."

"No, you are so strong, and you are still a member of the Kamikaze Church, you will have a way, won't you?"

It's all about such a thing, how can I refuse, but the ancient seal is not something that the Kamikaze Church can match.While hesitating, but couldn't bear to look at that pair of expectant gazes, he raised the staff in his hand, and a clear white astigmatism appeared in the other hand, urging the power of the head of the staff, and the speed of emission accelerated, everything When it was ready and ready to move forward, it was directly taken away.

The reason was that there was a scream of "ah" in the tomb.That immature voice could obviously be Si Han's voice, and his last hope was also shattered from this lifetime of screaming.Su Zhengyang exhausted all his strength and sat slumped in front of the stone door of the tomb, muttering: "Zhengyu is gone, Sihan is gone, all are gone." It seemed that he was forcing himself to accept this setting, but it was painful. The emotions couldn't be suppressed at all, and could only be turned into two lines of hot feelings that poured out to tilt the overflow.

"Su Zhengyang," at this moment Lu Feng didn't know how to comfort him, but suddenly he was stunned as if he heard some news in his ear. After waking up, "everything is over, the devil returns to hell, although the hunting city It’s been a big battle, but rebuilding requires you.”

Su Zhengyang didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear anything, Lu Feng could only say: "I'm going first, the things here are over, and I'm going back to Kamikaze Church, take care." After finishing speaking, he withdrew two parts , the body turned away, but the line of sight prolongs the caring time.

Su Zhengyang was still immersed in the emotion of losing the person on top of his heart, so he could only stay here motionless, as if moving would violate the original oath and the pure land in his heart.In a trance, it seemed to hear a call, a call belonging to the person on the tip of my heart.

"Zhengyang, the sun is out outside, you should go out, the people in Liecheng outside need you more than me."

This call seemed to have magic power, he held back his tears, and looked for the source of the sound, that call seemed to deliberately guide him out of the bar that belonged to the dark side.

A burst of direct sunlight suddenly came, and Su Zhengyang adjusted to the sudden light with his closed eyes. When he opened his eyes, what he saw in front of him was not the familiar brick wall of the back alley, but the square in the center of Hunting City. , the bar door behind him is gone, it disappeared as if it had never been there before.The only evidence left are the ruins and the wounded left over in Hunting City.

Su Zhengyang, looking at the battlefield in front of him, finally remembered his identity, and with Si Han's instructions, he joined the reconstruction team of Hunting City.The end of everything is also the beginning of a new life. The cycle of life and death is endless.This is all about the whole weird case, and the file of this case was also closed and sealed by Su Zhengyang with the title of director of the Hunting City Investigation Bureau.After closing the black iron door, the word "Top Secret" was engraved on the black iron door.

All of this finally came to an end the moment the archive room door was closed.

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