The door was closed.

In the darkness, the roar of an explosion came from the distance, and the terrifying flames and high temperatures swept through the entire church, turning everything that was left into ashes.

Huaishi closed her eyes.

Death embraced him.

.

.

"Someone asked me to bring you a message..."

The rigid man was trapped in the chair, twitching nervously, and the goldfish in his eyes were swimming lifelessly.

"He said...he said...he said..."

His expression suddenly became crazy, and he revealed a ferocious smile.

"——Green Sun will eventually illuminate the world."

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the sudden sound of gunfire, his head exploded, but the gunfire did not stop. After emptying one magazine, he replaced it with a new one and continued to pull the trigger.

Until the thing on the chair turned into a ball of rotten meat.

A broken goldfish jumped out of the empty skull, was beaten into a stinking paste by bullets, and soon dehydrated into a handful of powder.

"Caught it?"

Ai Qing threw away the gun in her hand expressionlessly, looked up and saw the middle-aged man's expression, and could no longer hide her displeasure: "Needless to say, we escaped, right? We persisted for so long and caught up with the wash.

land?"

"He carries a border relic that can make short-distance jumps. We have sealed off the area around Xinhai..."

"Where are the survivors?"

Ai Qing was not interested in hearing what he continued.

"……searching."

"Then keep looking."

Ai Qing looked away and said, "We will dig down three feet until we find the body."

No one objected.

When midnight arrived, news came from the ruins of the church that roared and collapsed during the excavation: "Liu Dongli and Huai Shi have been found!"

Outside the ruins, Ai Qing was still sitting in a wheelchair with a calm expression: "What's the situation?"

"Liu Dongli is still alive and seriously injured. As for Huaishi..."

The person making the report paused and his expression hesitated:

"Rescue underway."

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The temporary rescue room was already in chaos. Ai Qing waited quietly outside the door, listening to the noisy and chaotic sounds inside.

"Where's breathing? Is there any more?"

"It's gone. The pulse is almost gone. Inject it quickly..."

"No, the heartbeat is disordered and almost gone... Where is the defibrillator? Give me the defibrillator!"

"one two three!"

Bang!

"one two three!"

Bang!

…

After a long time, there was no sound inside. The rescue doctor came out, took off his mask, and looked regretful: "Sorry, it's too late..."

Ai Qing nodded, said nothing, and let those people walk past her.

Soon, Ai Qing finally met Huai Shi.

As if sleeping, the boy was lying on the operating table, the bullet hole on his chest was pale, and there was no blood flowing out.

His empty pupils looked at the shadowless lamp above his head.

The final heartbeat stopped.

Ai Qing was silent, lowered her eyes, and her palms that clenched the armrest were pale. After a long time, she said calmly: "Then... let's go through the process."

She turned the wheelchair and wanted to leave.

But then, the rotation of the wheelchair stopped abruptly.
Chapter completed!