My luck can go against the sky

Han Zirong walked peacefully on the street, occasionally meeting civilians who came out earlier to clean up and rescue them. They were bloodied and carrying knives. Some looked at Han Zirong from a distance, and some walked around to confirm that Han Zirong was a person. Strange things.

After all, it's a bit strange that a big man still holding a child dangling in the street at night.

Occasionally someone would ask how the surviving point was, and when asked about the specific situation, Han Zirong answered one by one with a smile on his face.

Having always walked out of the cleanup area they had divided, Han Zirong came across Huan Haisheng who was walking back.

Behind him were twenty investigators who were exhausted physically and mentally.

The kid is still alive, the smile and fear on his face are gone, only perseverance is left.

Huan Haisheng took out two cigarettes from his pocket, lit them together and handed them to Han Zirong: "Where is this going?"

"Are all the people of the corpse cult solved?"

"By the way, how about the stronghold? It's all settled down."

"Has the General Administration sent someone to support it? Time is coming."

Han Zirong answered one by one, responding: "It's all solved. The General Administration did not send people to support it. Only official forces. The stronghold has settled down. Everything is fine."

"Something happened to Tie Zhongyun. The General Administration asked me to save him. I said he didn't come back for such a big event."

When Huan Haisheng heard Han Zirong’s words, only then did he remember that Tie Zhongyun had asked himself to save him. His expression suddenly became a little ugly, and said anxiously: "Then hurry up, I called him the phone last night, he I hung up before asking for help."

"He might be really dead later."

Han Zirong nodded: "It's late, he ran to Baohe Temple, where the bird doesn't shit, if he can live, he will be dead, and if he is dead, I will settle wherever he goes."

The two exchanged greetings for a while, then they staggered and continued to move forward.

No one is worried about Tie Zhongyun's life or death, Jiang Xia has died so many people, and another Tie Zhongyun death is nothing.

Just a few steps out, Han Zirong squatted and walked, turned back, walked up to the little kid and held him down, the spiritual energy in his body continued to pour into him, and for a long time, he released him.

Han Zirong said calmly: "Would you live or not, see your fate, there is only so much I can do for you."

After all, Han Zirong continued to move forward and stopped staying.

Dai Zhiming nodded in gratitude to Han Zirong, and smiled again on his ashen face, and threw himself on the kid, and said excitedly: "Boy, your life is good, you don't have to die."

The little kid was a little confused. He looked at his body, then looked back at Han Zirong, who was going away, and asked, "Captain, who is he?"

Dai Zhiming said excitedly: "Great master of Jin Dan, Han Zirong."

He was very excited, it seemed that the kid could live, more excited than he was living.

I kept talking in my mouth.

"Live, live, 32002 has seeds, no dead, no dead, hehe, hehe."

Dai Zhiming's mind gradually became muddy, but he still followed his instincts, following the Huanhaisheng who was walking forward.

For a while, the kid walks forward quickly, and then back again, lighting up a cigarette for everyone and letting them smoke.

The weak nicotine can slightly make them forget the pain on their body. If it wasn't for instinct, or for training again and again, these people would have collapsed long ago.

Huan Haisheng walked forward silently, did not look back, nor dared to look back.

It was his order that made them die here, and he forced them to death. If it weren't for him, they might be able to live.

The blue-haired Huan Haisheng did not dare to face this, and could only deliberately pretend not to see, and could only do his best to do what he should do and what he can do now.

Bring them back so that they can lie down quietly without being disturbed by those monsters.

As soon as they entered the gate, a familiar noise came, and the silly nineteen people stood still, saluting to the flag that they believed in during their lifetime and will not forget after death.

Standing, standing, standing.

Huan Haisheng also stood, raised his hand, never let go, dare not let go.

The kid straightened his chest, raised his hands, and looked at the blood-colored flag with his head up, shaking his whole body, and he didn't know when, tears were already streaming down his face.

Ning Shan solemnly stood aside and watched, seriously tidying up his clothes.

He has seen this scene many times.

They were dressed in black, but they believed in the same banner with him and with them.

The recruit egg said it was red, and Ning Shan always tirelessly said it over and over again, it was bloody.

Our blood, their blood, blood from generation to generation.

Familiar, trembling singing sounded, loud singing echoed in the square, echoed in the hospital, echoed in the hearts of people.

Everyone stood up, calmly, with their heads high, looking ahead, watching the blood-colored flags fluttering in the wind.

46 seconds, exactly 46 seconds.

The singing stopped, no longer sounded, the blood-colored flag was still flying.

Ning Shan waved his hand, and the medical soldiers who had already prepared on the side stepped forward, gently supporting them, who had been silent for a long time, and lifted them up.

The little kid softened, collapsed to the ground, and then let out a screaming cry.

The surface of the body kept oozing blood, dyeing his clothes red.

The body was trembling convulsively, twisting irregularly, Huan Haisheng would want to step forward to take care of his medical soldiers, and calmly sit down beside the kid.

The face full of tears and dust looked at the little kid nervously, and kept saying: "Hold it up, as long as you can hold it up, you can survive."

"Think about your captain, think about it, he keeps you alive."

"He ordered you to live!"

The spasms ceased, and the trembling body gradually returned to calm.

The yellow skin gradually changed color, and a touch of silver appeared on the kid's body, and then a large area swept the whole body.

The heart that Huan Haisheng was holding was immediately let go. He was very familiar with this scene. This was the first sign of stimulating a supernatural power.

After a long time, the silver gradually gathered towards the chest and drilled into the kid's body.

The bloodless face turned a blush, the kid slowly opened his eyes, looked at Huan Haisheng, hoarsely said: "Minister, I survived."

Huan Haisheng's calm face nodded slightly: "Well, you survived."

The ground was wet with salty tears, Huan Haisheng trembling hands, clutching the little boy tightly, nodding his head: "Well, you survived."

The crowd looked at them in silence, covering their mouths and crying silently.

The medical soldiers separated the two, carried them, and walked towards the hospital.

Day and night, fighting, desperately, wandering between life and death, the two of them fell asleep, not knowing whether they were in a coma or really asleep, if they weren't for their chests were still up and down, the medical soldiers thought they were dead.

The crowd dispersed, and the children looked at the flag ignorantly, thinking about the previous scene.

Following their example, standing under the banner, the adults watched with smiles on their faces and kept busy with their own affairs.

Ning Shan turned around and walked out the gate calmly, looking at the dark night.

Reached out, took the pill from his pocket, and swallowed.

Take out the injection and pierce it in a corner where no one is paying attention.

Ning Shan trembling legs, found a chair, and sat down quietly.

Change blood, desperate.

He looked at the night and listened to the noise behind him, with a smile on his face, and then turned into determination, leaning back in his chair, watching and listening calmly.

On the flagpole just erected behind.

The flag was flying.