In the final battle of the first round of the ring, the weird shadow of Spring-legged Jack falls.
It was already midnight on the moon, and the schedule of the Jinlunbao Business War was temporarily over, and the viewing platform of the Fighting Skill Square was already empty.
If you look out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP room, you can see other VIP rooms built around the upper part of the Douji Plaza, displayed in front of you like a honeycomb.
Under the night, a few happy and sad, showing a very different gloom than when the game was in progress.
The VIP room of the failed contestant was dark, and should have left with hatred. The VIP room of the winning contestant is brightly lit, and occasionally you can see triumphant figures shaking. It should be because of the victory and the annexation of the other party to celebrate the carnival, right
In this VIP room with all lights off, everyone including the guide has been screened out.
Only the dying old man was left in the room, lying in sickness, and the sound of medical equipment operating in order to extend the life of the old man even one more second.
The old man let out a faint gasp, as if he had to do his best every time he breathed, which would weaken his remaining life energy.
Although the old man seemed to return to the underworld at any time, he did not give people a sense of decay. Rather, he felt like burning coal wrapped in thick coal ash, still with unreliable heat remaining.
Although the first round of the arena has been won, the family's suzerain angrily repelled all his descendants and medical staff.
At this moment, he was lying halfway in the ill, his eyes in the dark were bright like two black crystals, staring at the door of the VIP room with almost crazy longing eyes, as if looking for, as if expecting...
"At midnight, deep in the anger, the hatred that is hard to dispel, we will get rid of it..."
Suddenly, under the moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows, a handsome man with a full moon face appeared in front of the old man's bed like a mirage.
He is tall and tall, and his delicate dark purple Hanfu short robe sets off his brilliance. The delicate skin on his face reflects the moonlight. His long black hair is randomly tied into a ponytail by a ribbon, and a pair is hung on the bridge of his nose. Retro round lens glasses with gold rim.
His expression and deportment are very elegant, but he also has a strong melancholic temperament. He is the kind of elegant type that is very easy for girls to fall in love with.
"Brigade businessman? Is it finally...come? Okay...great!" The old man threw up half of his body excitedly, but immediately fell back weakly to the hospital bed and gasped, as if this simple act had already caused him to lose half of his body. The same fate.
The man bowed slightly and said in an elegant voice: "Li Hate Fate, the members of the merchants of the righteous killing brigade, follow the bad fate and come to your side."
The old man showed a restless smile in his heart: "Is my resentment... finally strong enough to attract the mercenary killing brigade merchants? Finally waited for this day...cough cough!!" He coughed a few times, and a ray of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Li Hengyuan looked at the dying old man: "Your hatred is indeed strong enough to attract me. But compared to hatred, even if you are seriously ill to this attitude, you have to do everything you can to struggle. The desire to live is even more surprising to me."
"Desire for survival?" The old man smiled with a dry voice: "I didn't want to live a long time ago! What does it mean to be alive? Guess, my grandson and granddaughter came to me this morning and asked me what?!" He said suddenly. The needle in the dropped hand yelled: "They asked me when I will die! So their parents can get the inheritance and they can buy more toys!"
Li Hengyuan's lips pressed, and he shook his head and sighed: "What a hurtful childish speech? Even your close relatives are so cold to you. What fun is it to be rich in an enemy country? It's so embarrassing."
The old man’s body confessed painfully: "Actually, you said that I have a desire to survive, and that’s right! But my desire to survive is based on my resentment! Before I saw you kill the brigade merchants, I didn’t take that thousand I will never die until the monster of the sword is killed!"
Li Hengyuan closed his eyes with a sentimental expression: "That's it, use the flames of resentment to ignite the remnant lamp of life. What a terrible and beautiful will this is! Please allow me to show respect for you who resent you." He opened. The dark eyes that seemed to obliterate the moonlight: "Then, please tell me your resentment."
The old man's body was trembling with excitement, and his lingering eyes flew through the distant time and space to the place that he would never forget...
I was originally a human being on the surface world, born in a Jewish ghetto in Germany in 1925.
Haha, if you understand the history of the surface world, you should understand what this means, right
Yes, World War II, goddamn shit Nazis!
One night, my family and I were dragged out of the house by the Gestapo. My grandfather wanted to get out under the window sill, but the SS holding a bayonet was waiting for him to hit the tip of the knife.
My family was taken to the police. My mother and grandfather were killed by the Nazis because they were useless. The Nazis did not allow a family to live in the police at the same time. Once they were found, they would kill them. So my sister and I pretended to each other. Do not know.
Because we have the tailoring skills to save our lives-now thinking about it, instead of experiencing what happened afterwards, it would be better for our brothers and sisters to die together.
Every day in **, horrible atrocities that you would never have imagined happen. The corpses piled up to death by starvation, beating, and poisoning in the gas chamber.
In addition to sewing and cleaning the devil’s clothes, I also help strip the scrawny dead people. The clothes they leave behind will be used by the "new people", and the hair and teeth on the corpses will be taken down and packaged. To be used in industrial production.
Actually use things of the same kind to produce
Can you imagine
In addition to the gods and ghosts black market, there is actually such a conscience place
And it is actually the surface world!
And my sister...
Oh! Ivy, my dear sister...
Ivy is so pure and beautiful. She is the light of happiness for the whole family, just like the most beautiful crystal camellia in the world. As long as she is there, you can hear the most beautiful and pure laughter.
But since falling into the clutches of the Nazis...
Ivy withered, from her beautiful face to her vibrant life, all withered together.
She would cry bitterly or begging every day, being dragged by the officers and soldiers to no one's corner, so that she could do some "special work" for them.
And I, whenever I was about to madly rush to those beasts, I would see Ivy's silently crying eyes pleading for me.
Oh!
Ivy, my dear sister...
Her eyes are so beautiful, but she has suffered so terribly.
I know the meaning in Ivy's eyes: "Dear brother, don't... don't..."
Even in this hell abandoned by all the world, Ivy and I endured all the hardships on our shoulders and survived tenaciously like moss in the sewer.
Until that day, a handsome and tall SS officer captured Ivy.
It was the longest time. I was tormented in waiting like a fire, and finally couldn't help but risk my life to leave the post to find Ivy.
Oh!
Ivy, my dear sister...
She lay like a "baby" in the warehouse outside the gas room, lying in the pile of shoes of the executed people. Her body has lost its blood, and her eyes have become bleak.
She had been tortured to death by that officer, and my only light in that hell disappeared.
And the feeling that first rose from my heart at that time was not anger and sadness, but the fear that was swallowed by the night!
Because that officer was colder and paler than Ivy lying at his feet, and his blood-red eyes were brighter than the light bulb above his head, and his body exuded a horrible breath that ordinary humans like me could not bear.
My instinct tells me that although this officer has a human appearance, he is a certain kind of predator inside who can treat humans as food.
I thought I would be with Ivy soon, but the officer didn't kill me, but gave me a vicious smile and quickly disappeared.
I will never forget his smile, full of irony and contempt for my incompetence and timidity.
Oh! Ivy, my dear sister! ! !
After she suffered an unimaginable* torture, she was used as food by a humanoid monster, swallowing her last blood and life!
I used a match hidden in the heel of my shoe and lit the pile of shoes to cremate Ivy. I'm sorry to let her turn to ashes in the foul-smelling flame.
But I don't even want her body to be seen by the beasts. I want to defend her last bit of dignity after her death.
I swear to the flame that burns on Ivy, no matter how much time and money I spend, I will search every corner of the world, and I must find the monster to avenge, and then watch him turn to ashes in the flame!
That night, I took advantage of the fire to escape from **, and embarked on a seventy-year journey of revenge in the surface world.
Originally just to obtain the necessary funds, he did not expect to accidentally cut the willow, and by chance, he became a resident of the supernatural world, and through constant struggle, he became the owner of a large consortium.
But no matter how much money I can't extinguish the resentment in my heart, I can't forget Ivy's teary eyes and the vicious smile of that monster.
But... I mobilized all the resources I had, looking for news that there was no such monster for many years. And I was getting older and weaker and I couldn't continue anymore. In my heart, I felt that the matter of revenge for Ivy... is hopeless.
But just when I was ready to go to heaven to reunite with Ivy with regret and shame, my consortium received an invitation from the gods and ghosts on the black market.
And in this golden wheel treasure business battle...
I actually saw him!
The enemy of my life, the monster that ruined Ivy after fucking!
When he was in the preliminary rounds, he appeared in my sight in such a swaggering costume!
Yes, he is the vampire who served as the master of ceremonies in the preliminary rounds, the patriarch of the vampires in the black market-von Frederick! ! ! (End of this chapter)