In the early morning, a purple lightning with a warning sound slid down along the gap in the dark clouds. In the peaceful town, people who had gone to bed early were awakened and ran to the yard to put away all the clothes on the hangers.

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Just after they rushed into the house with their clothes, the heavy rain crackled and fell to the ground instantly. Countless people sighed and patted their chests thankfully. They praised the God of Light for the timely reminder.

On the eve of the heavy rain, Peake also walked to the door of the lumber yard.

A huge bolt of lightning illuminated the scene in front of him for a moment, and he suddenly froze there.

I saw a huge hole in one of the door panels of the lumberyard, as if someone had smashed it out with a giant hammer. Another broken door panel was lying on the ground, covered with plaster.

Pika!

There was another huge bolt of lightning, like a purple multi-legged centipede escaping from the dark clouds.

Peake saw countless footprints lying on the door panel on the ground.

Something happened at home!

Pique was startled, and after a brief silence, he immediately rushed in! The first thing he went to was the main building where his grandfather lived! He rushed into the house - what he saw was chaos and brokenness: the solid wood table made of fine wood was

The tabletop was thrown away; the finely carved classical chair had its legs broken and was lying alone in the darkness in the corner; more than ten rows of bookshelves as high as two people were completely overturned! Countless books made of dark brown kraft paper were torn apart

It was smashed; the ceiling on the ceiling was torn down, and the huge candle as thick as an arm was trampled into a long cake-shaped strip...

boom!

Huge collapse sound!

The spiral wooden staircase leading to the second floor was broken!

Sawdust and smoke filled the entire space, and beads of sweat fell from Pique's forehead. At this moment, his heart was blank.

He stepped on the fallen bookshelf and moved slowly inside.

Snapped!

A piece of wood was broken by his step and swallowed up half of his calf!

The rustling dust stirred up. Peake waved his hand to drive away the gray fog in front of him, and pulled his legs out of the broken wooden board.

As he moved, a creaking sound sounded under his feet, continuous and continuous. The sound was mixed with incomparable fear and a sense of survival in a desperate situation, which made Pique stop there.

He turned over the broken board, ignoring the broken wood layer full of wood thorns, and reached out to dig out the soles of his feet.

Soon, a furry mouse appeared in his hand.

For this mouse, Peake should be the god of light in its eyes. Its broken forelimbs were trembling and its mouth was squeaking, as if it was praying the most pious prayers.

Finally, Pique gently placed it on the ground and let him run away lamely.

There is nothing commendable about the story of a man with good intentions rescuing a desperate mouse from the ruins. Peake only hopes that if his grandfather and Ryder are in danger, someone will lend a helping hand.

Tears slowly slid down his face, and without hesitation, he immediately rushed towards the broken staircase. Using his hands and feet together, he endured the tearing feeling in his neck and climbed up.

On the second floor, the same chaos, the same dilapidation.

There was no light, so he could only rely on the memories in his mind to move forward quickly. Finally, he came to his grandfather's door.

The door was closed, but when he got here, Pique hesitated. What would he do if he opened the door and saw something he didn't want to see?

In the turbid air and absolute silence, Peake took a deep breath and slowly put his hand on the door.

Squeak!

The wooden door was slowly pushed open.

Pique appeared in his grandfather's room.

Boom!

Lightning flashed and thunder sounded.

Piqué was stunned.

He found that the house was empty!

The classic brown bedding was lying softly on the floor.

The bed seemed to have been moved two feet sideways and was tilted there. The wall lamp fell to the floor and told the story of the chaos that had happened in the room before. A cold wind with a chilling feeling blew in from the broken window.

What followed was the sound of violent rain.

Grandpa is missing!

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Pique sat in the corner with a pale face, looking at everything with dull eyes.

"Go find Ryder." This was Zhu Tian's voice.

Yes! And Ryder! Ryder will definitely protect his grandfather!

Pique climbed up from the ground with difficulty, rushed out of the door, and came back downstairs.

At this time, it was raining heavily, and Peake hoped to have more lightning strikes so that he could see clearly what was going on in the house.

Soon, Peake came to Ryder's house, which was still dark. After waiting for a while, lightning flashed outside the house. He could see everything in the house clearly.

Still no one!

Where did they go?

Pique gasped rapidly. He was really panicked at this time. Large drops of sweat slipped from his brow, and he felt that his consciousness was beginning to become trance-like.

In the end what happened?

Why is all this...

My grandfather and Ryder are my only relatives in this world. Is the God of Light going to take them away from me? Listening to the sound of lightning coming from outside the house, he wanted to tell from the sound that the God of Light was going to take them away from me.

What to convey to him.

Except for the sound of rain and thunder, the room was completely silent. In the silence, Pique could hear his own violent heartbeat.

"It's the young Duke Trang Saz." Zhu Tian analyzed.

Pique didn't answer. He cried. Even though he was as optimistic as he was, he couldn't help but cry out in despair.

"Pique, there is still hope." Zhu Tian said a rare word of comfort.

He despaired, mourned, shed tears, and cried hoarsely.

He felt the air solidify in front of him and turned into a solid state, causing him to twitch his nose very fast and unable to extract any air from it.

All the injuries on his body broke out at this moment, and the burning pain in his chest spread into his mind. But he didn't care at all, because invisibly, the big hand of death had grasped his heart, as if in the next second, he

His heart will burst suddenly and lead him into the abyss.

As if he was hysterical, he suddenly stopped crying: "Piqué, listen!"

The crying started again. His blue eyes were blurry and his black eyes were cold. "What are you listening to?" he said hoarsely in despair, "What should I listen to?"

The drumbeat of heavy rain hitting the ground, the muffled thunder tearing through dark clouds, the faint sound of howling wind, and... Big Black Feet! It's the cry of Big Black Feet!

"Ah~oh...ah~ah~oh!" As he calmed down, he felt the donkey braying in the heavy rain becoming more and more obvious.

Suddenly, the big hand holding Pique's heart collapsed instantly, and his heart relaxed and resumed beating.

boom!

Almost brutally, he opened the wooden door in front of him and rushed into the heavy rain.

Huge raindrops hit the top of his head, his pupils, and the scars on his neck and shoulders.

In an instant, he was soaked!

In a daze, he discerned the direction and rushed towards the donkey shed like crazy!

The braying of Big Blackfoot became more and more obvious. Before he walked in, Pique's heart was already half cold! Big Blackfoot had been with him for more than ten years. Of course, Pique could learn from the tragic braying of a donkey.

Identify an emotion.

It was despair, helplessness, accusation and anger!

Pique rushed in desperately, the heavy rain disappeared above his head, and the screams of the big black feet came oncoming.

When he actually walked in, the screams of the big black feet also stopped.

He no longer knew how much impact he had received today. The state of panic and confusion had pushed him to the brink of collapse.

, if he was allowed to see things he didn't want to see at this time, he didn't know if he could bear it.

But...fortunately...what he saw in front of him calmed down his pounding heart...I saw him shiver all over and slowly walked inside.

"Grandpa!" He squatted down, looked at the old and trembling body on the straw mat, and then slowly hugged him.

The old body was stiff and sluggish, and his eyes widened as if in a daze. "Pique...you're back..." This was a frightened voice, and the old man was seen slumped there, his face purple and blue,

The clothes on his body were torn into strips of cloth. There was fear in his old and hoarse voice, and more of it was the anger after fear, "It's fortunate that you didn't come back before... That group of people just now were so rude,

How dare they use violence under the eyes of the God of Light! I have told the God of Light everything! Don't worry, Pique, my grandfather is fine." He held a thick white paper in his hand - General

Divine Code.
To be continued...