About twenty minutes before and after.
Including the start of the war, its end, and the collection of corpses.
The investigators returned to Shangjing City in an orderly manner, and the subsequent war had nothing to do with them.
But who would have thought.
In this short period of time, hundreds of lives were lost.
Mao Yongan just followed the crowd blankly into Shangjing City, his pupils were a little blurry, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He had seen dead people.
a lot of.
He even killed many people with his own hands.
But this kind of scene was something he had never experienced in his life. It was even hard for him to imagine what those investigators were thinking at the last moment when they blew themselves up.
Is it worth it?
For the sake of other people's plans, he gave his life so calmly.
No one told him the answer.
The city gate is closed.
The investigators just carried the corpses of their colleagues and gradually walked away.
Mao Yongan followed the crowd aimlessly.
until...
A graveyard.
This cemetery is very simple, without too much decoration, just a piece of soil and a series of graves, nothing more.
Even the tombstone is just a huge stone with names engraved on it.
On the ground, there are newly dug holes.
Obviously, these people had dug their own graves before they left the city.
Eight hundred and thirty.
They placed the body on the ground, and then they looked at Mao Yongan quietly.
Mao Yongan numbly took out the body from his backpack.
The investigators silently gathered the bodies together.
ignite.
The corpses continued to burn, making crisp sounds. Under the illumination of the flames, the investigators revealed their ancient and smooth faces.
In other words... accustomed to it.
Sooner or later, they will also be burned on this land and carved on that boulder.
Until all the bodies were burned to ashes.
Everyone took out earthen jars one by one, distributed the ashes on the ground evenly, put them into the earthen jars, and buried them under the soil.
All operations are done by yourself.
Even if they are already high-ranking superpowers.
"Cao Tianhua!"
"arrive!"
"Wang Yu!"
"Meng Que!"
"Wu Ming!"
"Xiao Qi!"
"arrive!"
One of the investigators held a list in his hand and read the names one by one. Those who were alive were called.
Those who die will be carved on the stone by another investigator.
It's all like a ritual.
Looking at the names on the boulders, some are brand new, while others... have existed for a long time.
It seems that Tianzhu has had this tradition since its establishment.
"Those who sacrificed their lives are qualified and should be remembered by future generations!"
This seems to be what Li Xinghe left at the meeting that year.
"Su Changqing!"
...
no respond.
The once-unparalleled head of the operations department of Tianzhu, who even competed with Zhang Ziliang, also died silently in this war.
Even as the superpowers improved faster and faster, he, who had awakened three times, could not keep up with the follow-up pace. He was no longer even the head of the operations department.
Only...
Under the baptism of Tianzhu, his heart finally belonged to Tianzhu and the human race.
this...
This is the situation that arises from this desperate and depressing environment.
If you don’t advance, you will retreat.
effort...
Too many people are working hard, or hard work has become a minimum standard.
What you need to do is to work hard and work harder on the basis of hard work.
and opportunities.
Otherwise, we can only hit the bottom in the torrent of this era.
Apparently...
Mao Yongan still remembers Su Changqing.
When he heard the name, he seemed to have come back to his senses and was startled. Su Changqing's cold and domineering face subconsciously appeared in his mind.
Even he...
Dead too?
For some reason, Mao Yongan felt a little lost. He lowered his head and stopped watching this oppressive ceremony. He walked on the deserted streets of Shangjing City and faced the silent darkness in the eternal night.
Let the cold breath wash over your body.
Vaguely, he seemed to have realized something, but also seemed not to have figured it out at all.
The innocent heart that was once bohemian and traveled around the world seemed to be covered with a little dust at this moment.
…
"You losers, come on!"
"So afraid of death?"
The girl looked at the five star kings in the sky angrily and scolded.
The five star kings looked at each other, seeming to be communicating with their eyes, and finally shook their heads slightly.
Obviously, under the test of human life, there seems to be no other ambushes around the capital.
After all, in this situation, those people in the dark should take action anyway.
Perhaps the death of the Immortal Emperor was just a coincidence.
But according to their opinion, the man from Lingshan was still watching the show with a smile from behind. With normal people's thinking, he should also stay put. There is no reason for Tianting to take the lead and Lingshan to watch the fun.
Everyone has three eternal nights, and there are a lot of things to do.
After all, it makes sense to do it together.
but...
Listening to the girl's scolding, helplessness flashed across the eyes of the five star kings. At this moment, they seemed to understand how the mighty Emperor Changsheng fell.
"Haha, this girl still has this temper after all, so she won't suffer any loss."
"Fortunately, he is the person in charge of the third eternal night."
"Otherwise, our Lingshan's losses will not be small this time."
Maitreya stood in the crowd, looking at the situation in front of him and said with a smile.
The group of Bodhisattvas behind him all praised him.
The voice was full of sincerity, all praise for Maitreya's wisdom.
When it comes to flattery, who can be worse than those who can climb to the position of Bodhisattva?
Even the one who praised him the most was the Buddha hidden among the Bodhisattvas. His face was neither red nor breathless, and he didn't say a single word in the same way at all.
It seems that I have really put myself into the Bodhisattva.
Well hidden.
Maitreya's gaze swept across the Buddha without pausing, seeming to be very satisfied with these compliments.
Even if he has no worries in his heart.
As long as you mix in a circle, these things are inevitable after all. If you really act very noble and disdain them, then you are not gregarious.
They will also naturally become the target of suppression by everyone.
In order to improve ourselves, we lose face.
You actually want to be embarrassed.
That doesn't make us look small or shameless.
Every time I see you, it's like seeing a mockery in capital letters, which makes me feel inferior...
Or, incorporate you into it.
Or, kill you.
These are also very natural.
It's a pity that Mao Yong'an didn't have the chance to see this scene, otherwise his innocent heart that had been covered with dust might completely turn black.
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