At 8 o'clock in the morning on June 3rd, today should be an excellent weather, and the whole Shanghai and Shanghai markets are like this.
Yan Yan, He Xiao, and Gao Yiyuan were about to enter the Pushkinman Research Institute on a sunny day. Cheng Guoguo also hurried away on the other way.
Wu Cheng drove the bus, and according to the strict instructions, transported all the infected persons out of the scope of Shanghai and the sea market, so that they were separated from the mission location to avoid casualties.
Song Zhuoming had just crawled out of the Hujiang River wet and wet. The sun was shining on his head. He was lying on a broken boat and sucking the air greedily, but when a black mist approached again, he panic again Get up, stumbled and fled into the distance.
There is only one executor who has disappeared since entering the mission. Li Kaifeng is in a huge villa at this moment, getting into a suitcase in the dark, shivering, as if avoiding searching for something. ... ...
All the executors who are still alive are busy, fleeing, or hiding in the sun, only the Changling Mountain Cemetery where Xu Lang is located!
This place seems to have been isolated from the world. It is independent of the real world. The hot sunlight cannot enter the Changling Mountain Cemetery, and a thin layer of mist isolates it layer by layer.
Every ray of sunlight will be completely shattered when it touches that layer of fog, as if a transparent glass cover completely isolates the Changling Mountain Cemetery.
And all this was something Xu Lang couldn't predict, and it was also unpredictable by Yan Yan.
An assassination plan, a plan to kill Xu Lang, awakened the hidden objects in the Changling Mountain Cemetery. A pair of huge hands covered it, and there were two living people in the palm of the hand.
Xu Lang, Ding Jianming.
After all, the calculations of living people are nothing but common tricks. Only evil spirits can truly control life and death, and they have no solution!
This originally belonged to a life-and-death struggle between the executors. Under a certain opportunity, the water became even more muddy!
In Xu Lang’s eyes, there is no touch, because the sky above him is just a gloomy sky, because he has always been within the scope of the Changling Mountain Cemetery, and he doesn’t know that today is a cloudless, sunny day. day.
He just wanted to hurry up, take out Han Churong's ashes, and leave this place, the strong sense of oppression that came with wind and rain became stronger and stronger, which caused his mentality to undergo a slight change.
Xu Lang's face was as pale as before. He didn't know what had happened. He only knew that a crisis surrounding him had been approaching!
After he entered the cemetery, he went directly to the lower half of the area where Han Churong’s tombstone was located. As long as he took the ashes, he would leave directly and never stay here again.
His footsteps were brisk, with a slight eagerness, and he began to follow this large densely packed bone-white tombstone, with black and white photos without exception, a pair of weird smiles, and a pair of godless eyes, as if following it. The current bizarre environment has all recovered.
Xu Lang only felt that his mind was affected by something. He looked at the layers of tombstones in front of him, and an uncontrollable feeling of coldness swarmed from around his body.
This is obviously the trembling breath squeezed in from the outside, making Xu Lang's spirit more alert. Although it has not affected his ability to move, the terrible sense of horror has never been experienced.
An unprecedented horror drama, from here on, Xu Lang became the protagonist and appeared on stage!
And the other main character who is about to debut is still hidden, waiting for a suitable opportunity!
Xu Lang shook his dizzy brain. He could only give himself two more minutes. If he couldn't get Han Churong's ashes, he would rather give up the clues from Gao Yiyuan and leave here.
This place is so different. Something is changing. The trembling feeling even exceeds the terrible breath of the oil paper umbrella evil spirits!
Xu Lang exploded at full speed, regardless of the photos of the deceased on the tombstones, fortunately Han Churong is a beautiful and recognizable woman who should not miss it!
He counted all the tombstones in this way, and from time to time he looked back at the back, where things had been following him, but sometimes he suddenly felt that there was an inexplicable atmosphere in front of him.
This extremely chaotic environment caused a lot of trouble to his vigilant direction.
He could only keep walking forward, and finally after searching for a long time, he finally stopped, and the bone-white tombstone in front of him was engraved with black and red old inscriptions.
Han Churong's beautiful and haggard smile appeared on the tombstone, and he looked at Xu Lang indifferently with a smile, which made Xu Lang a little dazed.
Suddenly Xu Lang only felt a splitting headache, and bursts of pale and false memories began to force him into his mind with an unbearable posture.
Everything has changed!
Xu Lang was holding his head, his legs could not keep standing, a section of memory, the woman named Han Churong in the photo, her face is so clear, so deep, so unforgettable!
"This woman... this woman, why is she so familiar? Who is she? Who is she?!!!"
Xu Lang fell to the ground, groaning in pain, curled up in a ball, a needle pierced and a sword in his mind, a memory that did not belong to him took root, forming a towering tree in his mind.
A voice was in a distant place, calling his name constantly.
"Who am I? Who is she?" Xu Lang clutched his head firmly, and let out a cry on the ground!
"What's your name?"
"My name is Han Churong, and it's your wife."
"Then who am I?"
"You are Gao Yiyuan, my husband of Han Churong!"
In Xu Lang's mind, those fragmented memories, like pieces of broken glass, were finally spliced and aggregated in the gentle watery voice, and reunited with the broken mirror!
He has forgotten the time, the past, the life and death, only... Only the woman in front of him, she is wearing a pale yellow cheongsam, with a round fan half covering her beautiful face, and the breeze gently blows the hair scattered on her forehead , As if with a delicate fragrance.
There is only one side face, but she is extremely quiet and dignified. Her slender figure stands at the window, inviolable and inviolable. Everyone who looks at her will feel compassion and love.
And such a woman belongs only to him...
Xu Lang no longer remembers his name as Xu Lang. He was completely substituted by those words into the identity of Gao Yiyuan. At this moment, he is looking at such a peaceful and beautiful scenery, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and gently painting on rice paper, keeping the beauty .
After a long time, Xu Lang put down the brush gently, blew the light ink on the painting, looked at the beauty in the scroll, and muttered softly: "Han Churong, Churong..."
Suddenly, the scene before him shattered again, fire, screams, blood, corpses, a villa, became a purgatory on earth.
The paintbrush in Xu Lang's hand has disappeared, replaced by a wide knife that has already been rolled, and a young man with double-eyed eyes is stepping under his feet.
This man, struggling desperately, was struggling hard and begging for mercy, telling all the reasons why Xu Lang could persuade Xu Lang to stop killing.
"You don't want your future? Do you care about your mother? You... You kill me, you will never have peace, you will die!"
Xu Lang raised his head long, his eyes were sharp, his hands were holding the knife tighter and tighter, the blood on his face continued to slide down his face, and his face was full of pain.
"It's you who should pay for my wife!" After saying this, the wide knife in Xu Lang's hand severely chopped down, and the man's head rolled towards the open door.
Xu Lang looked along, and the door suddenly burst into an extremely dazzling light, as if it was another world. When the light shone on Xu Lang's body, the knife in his hand also disappeared.
The fragments of memory turned again. This time he half-kneeled on the ground, with the dying woman in his arms, Han Churong.
His pain came like a tide, especially every time Han Churong frowned, his hands trembled. He looked at the woman’s torn clothes and dilapidated body, being tortured into half-dead suffering, and his heart was completely lost. Bitterness occupies.
"Yiyuan... You can't offend them, let's go... Don't remember me, forget my name, my destiny, forget everything... live..."
The woman died, dying in Xu Lang's arms. He was not Gao Yiyuan, but he could fully understand the feelings of Gao Yiyuan.
Innocent disaster, despicable coveting, inhuman sin, powerless husband, withered Han Churong...
Xu Lang's eyes were flooded with tears, and the scene in front of him changed again, no! Han Churong became only in his arms.
The woman's appearance began to shatter in layers, as if a face mask was taken off, and she turned into another Xu Lang very familiar and even more memorable face!
Xu Lang's mind seemed to be torn in half by two women. His memory began to return to himself when he saw the other woman.
Because this woman is the owner of the headband on his wrist, Zhang Qingyu who died for him!
Zhang Qingyu's face was sorrowful, her white fingers held Xu Lang's arm tightly, and she looked at Xu Lang with tears. Her clear eyes were swollen but resentful, and she asked in a stern tone: "Why... . Why are you killing me?"
Xu Lang panicked, he had never had any strange emotions towards anyone, only Zhang Qingyu, he owed this woman, this is the deepest emotion in his heart, he did not like her, let alone love, he always thought that he was not worthy of it Such a gift.
But Zhang Qingyu is dead, and he has no chance to say that "I'm sorry!"
Xu Lang stepped back painfully, closing his eyes and daring not to face Zhang Qingyu, "I accept whatever you want..."
"I want you to die!"
A strong roar suddenly came, like two people, a male voice and a female voice, yelling these words at this moment at the same time.
Xu Lang's closed eyes suddenly felt severe pain in his abdomen, forcing him to open his eyes.
And Zhang Qingyu in front of her has disappeared, and the man who stabbed the knife instead of her was a man with a hideous expression, Ding Jianming!
Xu Lang woke up and was awakened by Ding Jianming's assassination. All illusions disappeared. He was still lying in front of Han Churong's tombstone, but the wound on his abdomen had continuously poured out gurgling blood, slowly flowing towards the tomb.
With a thunder and explosion from the sky, the two protagonists of this drama finally got together!
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This chapter is really cool and artistic. I think it’s the best chapter in recent writing. Although it’s a headache, it’s still satisfactory. This killing should now be visible and effective. It's not that simple, friends who are happy to see, help vote and subscribe to support it, thank you! (End of this chapter)