Chapter 234 The Hanged One

Author: Ouhuo

She took advantage of her slight drunkenness to burp, and through this dazzling necklace, she remembered the dancing figure above the ruined city.

It was quite coincidental that the curtain call was completed in Kachemore.

Among the noisy crowd, no one paid attention to Shen Dong, who was dressed in a sloppy and casual manner. Her temperament had been integrated with this legendary city-state and was rotting in the prosperous place.

Suddenly, a discussion caught her attention:

"I heard that this necklace is to commemorate a ballet dancer named Tiffany."

"Tiffany? There is no such dancer in the Golden Theater? Could it be some little lover of Mr. Quincy?"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense. Mr. Quincy held a special cocktail party for the necklace, saying that he met Tiffany in his dream.

Tiffany has a firm character and a yearning for a free soul. The "Swan Lake" she played has a shocking power. The scarlet ruby ​​was transported from the far north. The "Black Swan" gems were designed to complete, which took fifteen gem craftsmen a whole year.

This is a rare treasure in the world.”

"In dreams? It sounds too illusory."

"What do you know? Those great people who are favored by the Lord of Glory will of course see things that you and I cannot see in their dreams."

"Is this what..."

A luxuriously decorated carriage drove from the corner of the street. The coachman in charge waved his whip and the brown-yellow whip tail made a crisp sound in the air.

There were a burst of commotion in the gathering crowd, and it was obvious that someone recognized the logo on the carriage.

Shen Dong saw a man pulling the curtain open and stepping on the servant's back and walking down. His eyes were bright and he had a big back and his hair was shining.

This is Quincy.

Shen Dong lowered his eyes and walked through the crowd. Behind her, Quincy, who was about to enter the store, turned his head and looked at the figure in the distance in wonder.

Very familiar, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.

...

After visiting Kachemore, Shen Dong glanced at Antoine and Tao Le from afar. Because of her matchmaking, they got together before the holy war began.

"One-stop wholesale of Tao Lele's offerings" is just a link under the "Tao Lele" industry.

Because of this name, many judges who could not survive in the Scarlet Trial all contacted Tao Le himself by contacting him, sincerely expressing that he can endure hardships and work, but does not need a salary.

With the help of this mysterious force, the "Tao Lele" industry defeated all the heroes and punched a hole in the major industries monopolized by the aristocrats.

Taking advantage of the "Tao Lele" industry, the sales advertisements of the Lord of Real were sent to the whole country...

In such a big industry, her task is quite arduous...

Shen Dongmu took out a stack of business cards from his pocket with his face, which were printed with the contact information of various business under "Tao Lele".

As early as when she entered the node, she felt that it was so disgusting to put it in her pocket.

Standing above a bridge, the calm water flowed into her eyes, turning into a wide river that was flowing constantly, dreamy bubbles constantly floating on it, and a completely dead black sea was silent below it.

Shen Dong touched the time point, and a strong sense of pulling came from all directions.

It was like arms pulling her arms and calf, and someone gently called something in a twisted light.

"Shen Dong." A man gently pulled her arm, "Are you still not awake? Shelley wants to deduct you compensation."

"Kather? It's you again." Shen Dong blinked and sat up.

As soon as she moved, she felt a sharp stinging feeling from her shoulders, as if she had a dagger pierced the flesh and blood, and the wound was burned by flames.

It's a bit like the method used by law enforcement officers torture her.

Shen Dong's eyes moved upwards and saw a circle of white gauze soaked in blood, wrapped around her right shoulder.

The moment she saw the blood-stained gauze, broken memories squeezed into her mind.

In the 14th year of the jihad, her squad had just retreated from the front line and received an order from the superior to investigate the city-state occupied by pagans during the retreat. Because the army would pass through this path next, it was necessary to ensure the safety of the city-state.

She was seriously injured and was pierced by an iron sword with a curse array. She had to endure the burning pain of the flames for seven days, and then experienced the pain of the rotting flesh and blood for seven days.

It is now the fifteenth day, and the wound has traces of healing.

At this time, Kathar sat on the chair next to the folding bed, looked at her and said, "Other can it be? Shelley is having a meeting, it's time to patrol you.

We have to set off and rush to the road later. There is no problem with this city-state."

As she said that, she took out a red apple from her arms, and the blade shook, and a perfect peel fell into the garbage bag.

"Eat." Kaiser dug out the kernel, handed it half to Shen Dong, and began to complain,

"The people sitting in Kachemore are really old men. They said that they were investigating the four city-states in a row without any problems. They asked them for information, and they were hiding it more strictly than anyone else.

Even if I were asked to die, I had to tell me why I died.

It's so frustrating."

She wiped the peeling knife on her trouser legs and put it back in her pocket.

Shen Dong ate a bite of the sweet flesh and asked thoughtfully: "What's the name of the next city-state?"

"It seems to be called "The Hangman?" Kathy glanced at Shen Dong, "It's a strange name anyway. What? Are you interested?"

As time goes by, Katha, who was originally taciturn and cold-faced, became more talkative. She is undoubtedly an extremely sincere person, and basically what she says comes from her heart.

Shen Dongqing listened to her heart and was about to nod, when he saw a person pushing open the curtain and arrive before the person could hear him:

"If you wake up, you don't hand over the shift with me, but it sounds like the story."

Hagai's eyebrows became sharper and sharper. When he looked at her eyes, he could only see endless ambition and vitality. There was an unhealed wound on her cheek, and she was as aggressive as a sword.

"I love telling stories, I will do it this time." She showed a thoughtful expression, as if thinking about how to speak and how to tell the story more fascinating.

"The city-state is strange. At the beginning of the founding of the city, a young man walked by the river bank and saw the willows reflected on the water.

She thought to herself, are these two the same?

So she bent down and compared repeatedly to come to a conclusion that this willow tree has two sides, but no difference.

Then she saw herself in the mirror.

While curling the corners of her mouth, the person in the mirror also smiled. While frowning, the person in the mirror also made a sad expression. After repeated comparisons, she came to a conclusion that people, like other items, have positive and negative sides, but no difference.

She is a good person who is good at thinking and often thinks about some imaginative and unregulated problems.

She looked at the statue of the Lord of Glory located in the middle of the church, and then looked at the shadow of the statue reflected in the stained glass, and came to a conclusion:

The sacred and humans are no different from other objects. At least in the observable angle, this is the case.

So far, she has never seen any other rumored sacred true form.

Sacred may be false.

Like willows, sentimental poets and painters will give reflections different images, but the truth is that willows and willows in the river are no different.

The young man was hanged in a tree by a loyal believer.

The moment her head fell to the ground, she saw the strange expression on the faces of familiar residents.

Her last thought before her death was that perhaps a person's fickle emotions could be seen as two different sides.

Man is more complicated than sacred.

Her soul wanders on the streets of the city-state all day long.

Those residents called her: the hanging upside down. It means two sides of things.

In order to calm the hatred of dead souls, the city-state is named after the hanging of the hangman."
Chapter completed!