Passed the level.

Walking on this deserted road, everyone's emotions are still in the middle of turmoil.

Even Xu Yuanqing, who had never passed by, put away the smile on his face, stood under the lockup, and carefully tidied up his clothes.

“The first step in the school entrance ceremony.”

“Climb the ladder.”

"This ladder is called...The Road of Torch Inheritance."

In front of you is a ladder that reaches the sky. When you reach the top, you will truly stand on the demon-suppressing Pass.

But there is no so-called magnificence.

It was just an ordinary step, but every step was stained with blood.

The blue stones were dyed dark red.

It's like...

The entire Demon-Suppressing Pass uses this dark red as the main color.

The smell of blood was everywhere in the air.

Very rich.

Even the wind cannot be blown away.

"Go slowly."

“Look at the wall.”

"Look at your feet."

Xu Yuanqing took the lead, stood on a high place, looked at the people below, and spoke.

The rest of my life took the first ladder.

The touch is not that hard, but a little slippery.

But... very warm.

On the wall next to it, there are words engraved.

"Li Ze, today I am a fool, and I am a fool, but... I dare to be the first of the human race."

"Zhao Nian, a graduate of Lingnian College, will pass the pass today and will never retreat until death."

"Wang Ping..."

"Lu Wu..."

It was just a staircase, and countless names had been carved on the wall.

For some reason, looking at the words on the wall, my heart became a little quiet in my life.

Immediately afterwards, the second one.

The third route.

There are more and more words, one by one, some are neat, some are scribbled, and even some are written in a crooked manner.

But the common thing is...it can be seen that these people write very seriously.

Some of them have become dim after being polished by time.

Some are obviously newly engraved.

"What you step on is the body of my human advanceer."

"What you see in your eyes is the cry of the forerunners of our human race."

"What this ordinary ladder represents is the real history book of our human race for 149 years!"

"History books engraved with blood and flesh!"

"Just just for our younger generations to see with their own eyes, what is the human race!"

"But now, you don't even have the right to engrave names on the wall."

Xu Yuanqing's voice sounded again, looking at the people below with expressionless expressions: "This road is named the inheritance of the Torts!"

"What is passed down is the pride of my human race."

"What is passed on is the flame in the heart."

"What is passed on is also the determination of our human race to stand tall in this world and fight for a way out!"

Taking a deep breath, Xu Yuanqing straightened his body, pounded his chest with his right hand, and bent down slightly: "As a teacher..."

"I wish that the descendants of the human race will be like a dragon, to pacify the world and peace in the world."

"I hope that all students in the world will not have to carry the burden and move forward, and everyone will smile and live up to the young."

"Anyone who has learned the three wishes will not regret this life and see that prosperous age as you wish."

"Now... walk this path of your own."

Yan Luo turned around and left.

There were some memories on his face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was the same when I was young.

only...

His teacher has died in battle, and even his classmates are not left.

Before I knew it, I had already arrived at this position. With expectations and unbearableness, I personally sent a student to the Demon-Sheng Pass.

Let’s see with your own eyes and see the cold truth hidden under the cloak of peace.

perhaps...

The teacher back then...

It will also be painful.

Looking at Xu Yuanqing's gradually moving back, for some reason, it was difficult for everyone to combine him with the gangster who was generous in the Mo Academy.

In a trance, everyone could no longer tell which one was... the real him.

Inexplicably, the rest of his life thought of Liu Qingfeng.

The man who was obviously very old-fashioned but always wanted to show his humor in front of him, but unfortunately he was only a middle-aged man left in the end.

Gently stroked his backpack and looked at the text on it.

My heart became calmer for the rest of my life.

In my mind, the memories of Sin City are constantly in conflict with the memories outside Sin City.

It's like a game between black and white.

In the dark heart, there was only a faint light, like a seed, which had just sprouted, but stubbornly wanted to illuminate the surroundings.

move on.

He even saw familiar names.

‘Xu Yuanqing, I will be able to pass the teenager today.’

‘Zhong Yushu: May the lights of thousands of families be safe every year.’

‘Chen Sanjiu: If the night is over, I will stand in front of thousands of people, reaching the abyss, and blood stains the sky.’

until...

He saw Liu Qingfeng.

In a very remote corner, the handwriting is still so ugly.

‘I, Liu Qingfeng, would like to hold the three-foot sword in my hand to protect my mountains and rivers and the safety of the human race.’

Stop in place.

Looking at the words on the wall, Yu Sheng was a little confused.

"So, are there many people like you?"

"But after all, I have to see it with my own eyes."

"The text...I dare not believe it."

Murmuring to himself, raising his hand, gently stroked the wall.

The group walked silently and felt complicated.

There is the pride of being a human being, the shock to the advancers, and the inexplicable sadness.

Because they know that these people who engrave their names and leave their wishes...

Most of them have fallen now.
To be continued...