Chapter 50: Blood

Blood flowed quietly on the dry earthy ground, and the orange light of dusk softly sprinkled around. ∮, there are no hysterical roars or magnificent fights. At this moment, the intersection in the middle of the road from Corey Conrad to the dock is peaceful except for the rustling sound.

This is probably what death should be like.

Human beings always desire to create a heroic or gorgeous ending for their lives.

The dignitaries spent high prices, hired a large number of troubadours, made expensive coffins, and had their servants and children escort them all the way to the burial. Some even asked their concubines to commit suicide and be buried with them. Turning to the warriors who put honor first, many cultures have a common concept of "dying on the battlefield is an honor, but dying on the sick bed will always be a shame."

If you live a glorious life, it must end with a bang - the higher a person achieves a high status in human society, the stronger this thought will be when preparing for his own funeral - but that is not death, Hamilton thought. With.

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