After holding on for three years, Ancheng finally ran out of ammunition and food and became an isolated city.
There is not a single complete building or a smooth street in the entire city, and white funeral sails hang all over the city.
Ding Hui's eyes were sunken, his head and body were covered with dirt, as if he had just been dug out of the ground. Not far behind him, his parents and 9-year-old son were lying quietly on the ground.
Their only remaining 7-year-old daughter also disappeared just now.
His wife Yiyi, with chapped lips, was struggling to pry open the collapsed wall from the ruins. The wound on her left arm cracked due to the force, and her sleeves were soaked with blood. She was unaware of it.
In the morning, this was the only home for their family of six, but now it was in ruins.
Ding Hui poured a bowl of water, walked to his wife, handed the water to her, and said distressedly: "You, take a rest, I'll do it."
She didn't hear anything and was still focused on trying to pry the collapsed wall. Her hair was filled with mud and stuck messily to her thin face, as if she was about to fall down, but she looked very strong.
Ding Hui took the shovel and forced the bowl into her hand: "Since your parents' accident and your daughter's disappearance, you haven't said a word. You cry when you feel uncomfortable."
Holding the water, she looked up at Ding Hui, her lips trembled, but in the end she made no sound, and her eyes turned to the dark depths under the wall.
"The enemy is coming, the enemy is coming..." the soldiers at the sentry post at the head of the city shouted, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps and shouts, then the third air defense siren sounded, and a deafening roar resounded throughout Ancheng.
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The soldier with the bandage on his arm picked up his helmet and looked up at the sky in the distance: "The rats are almost extinct in this place, and these little devils are bombing five or six times a day. They really have nothing to do."
"Aren't there still some of our brothers who are panting?" the big-nosed soldier responded while loading bullets into the magazine.
More than a dozen black shadows lined up in the sky. As the roar got closer and closer, the black shadows became clearer and clearer.
Ding Hui looked at the sky: "The damn ghost is still here, let's go." He picked up Yiyi and ran towards the air-raid shelter.
Mo Yiyi followed Ding Hui and looked back at the ruins reluctantly.
Suddenly, Ding Hui stopped.
The little girl's frightened and helpless voice came from under the gravel: "Mom, mom...it hurts...I'm scared...I'm scared..."
He looked at Yiyi in surprise: "You go first, I will take her there later..."
Then, he strode back, jumped off the broken wall, and leaned sideways in the direction of the sound.
"Mom, Mom..." the voice came again from the ruins below.
He felt happy that it was his daughter's voice. She was still alive. He shouted to the ruins: "Yaya, don't be afraid, daddy will come to save you right away."
He looked at the wall pressing on it. It was about the size of a high door. It was difficult for one person to move it. If he used a wooden stick to pry it open, the earth wall was fragile and there was a possibility of a second collapse at any time. Time was tight and he decided to use the earth method.
After setting up the horse stance, he took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, grasped both ends of the wall with both hands, and used all his strength to make the wall begin to move to one side...
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" With a loud noise, flying rocks wrapped in shell fragments flew everywhere.
A small hand covered in blood and sand stretched out from the ruins. Ding Hui's heart tightened and he sped up his movements.
Suddenly, there was a violent shaking, and the newly loosened ruins collapsed. With a muffled sound, the little hand hung down limply.
He felt something heavy pressing down on his back, and a sticky liquid soaked Ding Hui's hair and dripped down his neck. He turned his head and looked, and his blood suddenly solidified.
A shell exploded behind him. Yiyi turned back and blocked the impact with her body. Small shrapnel densely penetrated her back.
Yiyi's loose bun was dyed red and covered half of her face. Blood was flowing down her hair. There was deep love and reluctance on her pale face. She looked at Ding Hui and then at the man who had just pried open the door.
The collapsed ruins, his right hand stretched out towards Ding Hui with all his strength.
Ding Hui leaned over and hugged his wife gently, as if he could crush her if he moved too much. He held his wife's hand in his right hand and gently touched his face with it. With tears in his eyes, he was in her ear.
Whispered: "In this world, I only have you."
"Wow, wow, wow..." Yiyi hugged him with her last strength, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes, looking at him, crying at the top of her lungs, containing so much love and reluctance.
This is her last voice left in the world...
When she was 18 years old, Yiyi wore a red floral dress and went to the Ding family in Ancheng alone. She stared at him with fiery eyes, then smiled brightly and declared loudly to him: "My name is Mo Yiyi, and I am destined by you."
Wife, you will be my husband-in-law from now on."
In that era of parents' orders and matchmaker's words, such a woman was against the world, and a wealthy family would be drowned in a pig cage or drowned in the river.
The Ding family is a small family and does not have so many rules, but Ding Hui feels strange about such an out-of-the-box temperament, but he also feels brave...
The gods gave him a beautiful, generous, gentle and loving wife.
After ten years of staying together, they agreed that they would stay with each other for the rest of their lives and never be separated.
He looked at his wife's eyes that were gradually becoming distracted. All the words he said were stuck in his throat but could not come out.
His wife was optimistic, his children were lovely, and his parents' kind faces flashed before his eyes one by one. He lost five close relatives in one day, and suppressed grief surged out of his chest. He looked up at the sky and roared:
"Can't you see how much suffering there is in the world?"
"My Yiyi is gone, and so are the people in the whole city."
"What kind of gods are they? Are all of them blind?"
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Ding Hui believed in gods and they gave him his wife. He hated this endless war.
Disgusted by the injustice of heaven, he wanted to ask why they turned a blind eye now that they had given him good hope.
He hugged Yiyi, desperately picked up the sharp knife on the ground, and stabbed his chest with his backhand. Along with the sound of heartbreak, an inexplicable force hit his body, trying to break out of his body.
At this time, it seemed like hands were tearing at his soul, and he had a splitting headache. The pain made him roll on the ground. Two white lights appeared in his mind, traveling through the deep starry sky, with stars twinkling; a palace shrouded in clouds and mist;
The crowd; one person holding a book of life and death and smiling kindly at him... one frame after another flashed in front of his eyes.
The white energy in Ding Hui's body continued to gather and rush high into the sky. Dark clouds gathered in the sky. The strong wind blew sand and rocks through the city lanes, roaring like a lion, and the sky and the earth changed color...
Suddenly, the dark sky was torn apart by a bolt of lightning, and thunder rolled in, hitting the ruins. From the ruins, Ding Hui suddenly shouted to the sky: "Taikoo, you big liar."
In the direction where the sound disappeared, a white light appeared in the sky, rushing straight towards the ruins. Out of the white light, a tall, handsome young man wearing a suit and with long, lightly tied hair stepped out.
He stood in the ruins, looking at Ding Hui who was covered in scars and lifeless with a distressed expression, and murmured: "Qingyu, it's really you."
He carefully pulled out the sharp knife inserted in Ding Hui's chest, carefully picked up the debris on his body, gently wiped the blood-stained face, then stretched out his hands, injected spiritual power from his back, and introduced the soul into his body.
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The spiritual power bounced off his body and floated into the air. He tried a few more times, but it was still the same. His expression became more and more solemn, and he raised his head and shouted angrily to the sky: "Who is so bold as to seal his soul?"
His eyes were glowing red, and anger was burning all around. He raised his hand, and the hovering enemy planes collided with each other in the air out of control, and hit the ground with bursts of sparks...
At this time, a middle-aged man in green clothes with tied hair and long robes appeared in front of the man out of thin air as if he had stepped out of a painting. He was holding a soul-stirring bead in his hand. The bead was glowing with gray light. Ding Hui and his wife's
The soul turned into a white light ball and was sucked into the bead.
The young man looked at the person who came and said coldly and proudly: "Taikoo, it is indeed you."
Taigu's scalp went numb for a while, and he finally met this person. He squeezed out a smile and replied awkwardly: "Qingxuan, long time no see."
"Yes, good, see you soon." Qingxuan stared at Taigu, squeezing out each word from between his teeth.
"Brother, don't misunderstand me, I have some unavoidable reasons." Taigu clasped his fists and apologized.
Qingxuan's face was livid, and the veins on his forehead were twitching: "Misunderstanding? I want to thank you! I have been looking for him for 300,000 years, and today, if it was not his suicide that caused this thunder, I still can't find him."
Strong winds blew behind Qingxuan, and the black hole behind the wind was dark and bottomless, seeming to swallow up everything: "What did you do to him?"
Taigu looked at the ruins in front of him with a look of shame on his face: "As you can see, he is just reincarnating in the human world. There are many sufferings in the world, and I can't control it."
Qingxuan looked at the soul-absorbing bead in Taigu's hand, his eyes like an eagle's light: "Reincarnation, you actually dare to let him enter reincarnation in the mortal world, aren't you afraid of punishment from heaven?"
Qingxuan gave an ultimatum: "Remove the seal on him, and we will settle the accounts later."
"Brother, he is voluntary. When he completes his reincarnation in the next life, he will be returned to you." Before he finished speaking, Taigu turned around and ran away, without any character like the Lord of the Three Realms.
Qingxuan looked at the lord of the three realms who had fled, and his heart of killing gods quietly grew: "Taikou, this matter is not over yet."
The fact that more than a dozen enemy planes crashed in the storm became a topic of conversation in Anseong after dinner, and then became everyone's hope for survival.
Taixu Palace
Taegu looked at the soul-capturing bead in his hand with a solemn expression and frowned: "There is a crack in the seal, and there is a Qingxuan in it. It will be difficult to deal with it in the next life."
He turned around and faced the man in black beside him and said, "Yai Sui, I have been told a thousand times to protect him and never commit suicide. Why did this happen?"
Yaizhen said with a bitter face: "Master, today you asked me to go to Changbai Mountain to survey the situation in the abyss. I didn't notice it in time, which is a dereliction of duty."
Yaizhen thought for a while: "Master, you can set a life and death spell on him. This will reduce the risk and successfully complete the reincarnation."
Taigu glared at Yaizhen aside, heartless and careless, and said: "In order to seal his soul, I spent half my life on cultivation, and I have barely recovered until now. The life and death curse, both of us have all the magic power."
If it wasn't enough, he would bite back."
Taegu looked at the soul-stirring bead and turned to Yazui: "There are so many sufferings in the world. I wish him a peaceful and prosperous world in his next life, and wish him peace and joy in his whole life."
Yaizhen looked troubled: "But, the soul-capturing beads need to absorb his aura of spiritual injury..."
"Qingxuan is here, and the tragedy of the previous life cannot be repeated. Let's take it one step at a time." Taigu said, holding his forehead.
"Yes, Master." Yazui accepted the order, then turned around and left respectfully.
Taikoo's thoughts flashed, and a large golden box of Kowloon appeared in front of him. The box was filled with soul-absorbing beads of the same size, tens of thousands of them. However, this dark gray soul-absorbing bead was among the pile of gray and silver-white beads.