Special Sabre

Chapter 290: the feeling of home

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After the rainstorm washed the St. Petersburg square in Moss City, the air was not cleared by the rain washing, but was shrouded in a thick stench, as if this rainstorm unveiled the mystery of this land of slaughter, and it will be brutal and bloody. , Fear appeared naked.

At this time, it was already three or four in the morning the next day after the explosion. The sun seemed like a sleepy child, and there was no time to open his eyes from his sleep in the future. The entire St. Petersburg Square was shrouded in the dark night, in the disaster. The medical staff and rescuers who had been fighting on the scene for a day and night all fell into their dreams.

"Hula..."

As if a pillar of sky suddenly propped up the surface, the mixture of sand and gravel soaked by the rainstorm was as hard as cement, but it seemed so fragile under the sound of iron being pierced.

I saw half of the forearm springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain, suddenly propped out from the ground. Although the forearm was covered with mud and sewage, it could not hide under the skin. The strong muscles like a python, no matter who it is, just need One glance at the strong muscles, you can feel his faintly powerful explosive power.

That's right, this arm belongs to Jiang Minghao. Because it was deeply buried by the ruins of the old castle, even if he punched hard, he could only smash his forearm out of the surface, but it was enough.

Immediately afterwards, with the forearm as the origin, the surrounding sand suddenly bulged, as if it were a small grave bulging out of thin air, and under the grave made of sand, it seemed that there was a continuous infusion of air. The balloon is slowly opening this grave bag.

But the mud and sand on the surface, aided by the rain, is like a defending army struggling to resist, trying their best to resist, even pressing down the object that is about to break out of the ground!

If someone sees it at this time, they may feel that this little mound is breathing, the extremely sticky soil is slowly rising and falling, and with each ups and downs, his amplitude and strength will become larger and larger.

Finally, the sand on the ground could no longer withstand the tension from the ground, and the ground soil and gravel condensed by rain finally began to crack.

"Boom..."

Like a python breaking through the soil, the bag suddenly exploded in an instant, as if it was exploded by a very powerful bomb. At that instant, the original high-heavy bag suddenly exploded into a deep pit, and In the center of the pit, curled up, a man covered in dark red mud.

The dark red mud is the mud soaked in blood and rain. Look carefully, under the shallow mud, the whole body of this man is naked, and every inch of his body is like a newborn baby. Tender and smooth, without a trace of scars, as if this is a new creature derived from the earth.

"Oh..."

Hearing a violent drink, like thunder in nine days, the curled up man abruptly got up, his bones creaked like fried beans. The moment his body stood upright, it seemed to be a towering cloud. The mountain range suddenly shook his body, like the demon god from hell, even the night of Moss City couldn't help suppressing the sound, for fear that it would be disturbed by the demon god and cause killing.

This person was Jiang Minghao who was buried deep under the ancient castle of Aksai. Yes, with the help of the blood sparsed by the rainstorm, Jiang Minghao was reborn again, or in a certain sense, Jiang Minghao was truly alive. Come here.

"Boom...Boom..."

Feeling the fast and powerful beating of the heart, as if it is a fully fueled machine, operating at full power.

However, the demon god who suddenly climbed up, on the muddy face, had a pair of shining eyes, like stars in the night, flickering and uncertain, full of the fluke of escape from the dead, as if the aura exuding from his heart and body It's like two people.

Jiang Minghao looked around in a panic, looking at the ruined walls all over the ground, like a child who made mistakes, with fear and shyness, he ran towards an alley with his legs, and the silhouette that flashed past, like a violent wind swept through. It disappeared into the night in an instant.

Jiang Minghao was naked like this, walking aimlessly in the empty alley. The mud all over his body covered his embarrassment. At this moment, those empty eyes were full of dullness and dullness. As if in an instant, all the spirituality of this young man disappeared as he ran.

Finally, a two-high wall blocked Jiang Minghao’s path. Jiang Minghao looked at the red brick wall dumbly, as if there was a majestic, impassable mountain in front of him, he could only curl up. Like a hedgehog who can only rely on its own body for warmth, a person squatted in the corner shiveringly.

"Boy, why are you here alone? Where's your family?"

At this moment, an old woman with white hair, holding two black bags full of rubbish, looked at Jiang Minghao kindly, and asked in an authentic goose language, her eyes were full of love and compassion, as if The young man in front of him is like his own child.

Jiang Minghao stared blankly at this old woman who was about sixty years old. His fair face had only a few wrinkles, and the delicate features were like jade cuts, which made people feel a touch of Asian race. Charm, when this old woman was young, she must have been a stunning beauty.

The old woman looked at the young child, especially the hollow eyes, full of sadness, which made him feel unbearable. Perhaps it was the child who survived the disaster of the explosion? The old woman guessed so, after all, this explosion had broken countless families.

"Come on, boy, come with me!" The old woman gently put down the garbage in her hand, walked to Jiang Minghao, held Jiang Minghao's hand with his white right hand, and slowly lifted him up, Jiang Minghao Feeling the warm body temperature in the hands of the old woman, as if there is a kind of warmth that enters the embrace of a loved one.

Jiang Minghao stared at the old woman in a daze. With the help of the old woman, his feet unconsciously followed her steps and walked into the old woman's house.

This is a quaint residential house. The first floor is a grocery store. The old woman’s house is just above the grocery store. Although it is very simple, it is spotless, especially the lilies blooming in the restaurant. The person is refreshed, and there is a warm heart. It is obvious that the living conditions of this old woman are not rich, but she still maintains a young and warm mentality, and this simple house gives Jiang Minghao a homelike feel.

Jiang Minghao opened his mouth slightly, but did not speak. At this moment, Jiang Minghao did not have the joy of rebirth or the fluke of escaping from the dead, but was full of guilt and self-blame.

He even blamed himself. If he just made a chess piece with peace of mind, whether it was a Hebrew or the mysterious man who gave a gold-plated pistol, at least he didn't need to displace so many innocent people because of his own cleverness.

Thinking of this, two lines of hot tears rolled down from his eye sockets like broken pearls, and washed out two clear tears on his muddy face. The tears were full of guilt, self-blame, and pain.

It is said that those who have soldiers in their hearts are generals, those who have generals in their hearts are handsome, and those who have the world in their hearts are kings, but at this moment, Jiang Minghao holds the lives of innocent people in his heart.

Suddenly, Jiang Minghao's tearful eyes flickered in horror, like a child who was lost in the dark, looking around with fear. He seemed to feel countless souls staring at him, blaming himself for his self-righteousness.

"Child, what's the matter with you? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

At this moment, the old lady of Goose Country who brought Jiang Minghao home suddenly walked out. He was holding a long-washed bath towel in his hand, like a loving grandma, gently wrapping Jiang with a bath towel. With a muddy body, Ming Hao took the young child into his arms.

"Child, be good, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay..."

The old woman gently patted Jiang Minghao on the back, while quietly comforting in the goose language, until Jiang Minghao's trembling body slowly calmed down, he relaxed Jiang Minghao in his arms. At this time, his clothes Shang had been contaminated with the mud on Jiang Minghao's body, but she didn't care at all, and took Jiang Minghao into the bathroom.

Jiang Minghao, who was standing in the bathroom, stared at himself in the mirror. His sharp face made him feel strange.

Jiang Minghao stood under the shaggy head in the bathroom, and the rushing water washed his body, making Jiang Minghao feel that his heart was beating with it, like a powerful water pump, letting the blood in his veins beat with the heart. And it fills the whole body.

Closing his eyes slightly, feeling the blood in the blood vessels wash away the dry blood vessels, Jiang Minghao secretly lucked the energy, the energy in the meridians also moisturized the body with the flow of blood, unintentionally, even in every part of the body. A thin cloud was formed at a pore, and a little steam was also formed when the warm bath water hit the cloud.

With the warm water washing, Jiang Minghao felt that his whole body and lower body suddenly became a lot easier, as if all the impurities in his body were also evaporated by the warm steam.

Jiang Minghao couldn't help but stretched out his hand and wiped his body. His hands were immediately covered with slimy and slippery filth, even with a trace of fishy smell. He simply picked up the soap on the side and scrubbed it frantically, as the size of a fist in his hand. When the soap was consumed little by little, and finally became the thickness of the thumb, Jiang Minghao was able to wash away the dirt on his body.

At this time, the old woman had already taken out a set of clean clothes and put them on the sink outside the bathroom. When Jiang Minghao wiped off the water stains on his body and walked out of the bathroom to put on the clothes, he couldn't help but glance at him. Glancing at himself in the mirror of the vanity, he couldn't help but startled.