"What is death?"

I still remember that it was when I was very young. At that time, I had just arrived in Xicuizhuang and had just become familiar with Anne. There was no Yang, no Mingmei and Mingen, and even Jiuye was just a guest who lived in the hotel at that time.

At that time, Anne suddenly asked this question because her pet dog has been with her old dog since she was born... she is old and dying.

And at that time I... didn't know how to answer it.

What is death? Can it be eaten?

It was not until the waiter who came here took the old dog's body and buried it on the top of a hill outside the hotel that he realized that death was the hell that everyone would face in the end. Some sages said that it was a ghost place that could not be written, read, think, and have no laughter.

But it is the last bit of fairness that people can keep, because people are born unfair. The sages said in the book that some people can walk openly, while some can only crawl and seek life; some have been frugal since childhood, while some can only carry the blue bricks that are five corners a journey; some regard knowledge as strength, while others can only rely on it to struggle to climb to a high place... And death is an end that everyone must face from birth, unable to escape, and cannot escape.

That is why there is a saying that 'Life is like a journey, the end is not the focus, but the scenery along the way.'

I am a little older and the first time I see my master, the old cat asked me about this.

"Masce, do you know death?"

"I know, a sage said that it was a ghost place that could not be written, read, think, and have no laughter... and no small fish." I still remember my answer. At that time, I always felt that there were fewer words to describe that ghost place, so I added a sentence without authorization.

I remember the old cat and his lover who were amused by his words.

That year, I saw the Wall of War of the Lost in the Longershi civilization in a remote video. It was a wonder established by the Longershi family on the edge of the parent galaxy, engraved with the names of everyone who died for this big family since the founding of the Longershi family.

There are continuous battle groups, and there are also family groups that are built into walls, and there are also those specially magnified names scattered in the walls, including those with the surname Longerxi, those with the surname Luowanta, those with the surname Zhao, and countless letters and Chinese characters that Marceau did not recognize at all. Each, the master said, these are heroes who died in battle to turn the situation around. Only such existence can be used for the font of the first-class.

"Do you know? Some people, even if they know that they will die in this journey, will take that step with a smile. What do you think they are for?"

Marceau thought about the master's question for a long time, but in the end he could only shake his head and express his confusion.

"Because they know that some truths and some great ways can sacrifice everything for this, including the existence of their own lives... just like my brothers."

The master stroked some of the names, the stories behind each name, with grudges with him, desire for life, expectation for the future, and calmness in the face of the final moment.

"My child, you learn my skills. I don't ask you to become a hero one day, but don't forget why they died..." The master stretched out his hand, picked up the young Marceau, and kissed Marceau's forehead again and again: "Remember, my child, I teach you to hold a sword to protect the way rather than be possessed by demons; I teach you to slash, to kill evil rather than bully the weak; I teach you to kill enemies, to save people rather than become madmen... Remember, my child."

"Well, Master, Marceau knows." Still remember his answer.

"Come, swear with me... Come, my child, swear with me... I will swear." I still remember the old man's happy smile.

That... it is his grandfather, really grandfather, with the same white tip and the same bloodline. He teaches his grandson what is the principle of being a human being, and will not let his grandson go astray, will not let him laugh at him, and will not let him go on a wrong path...

"I will swear..." Looking at the half head composed of countless chromatic squares exposed in the mechanical hole, Marceau pulled the trigger, and the silver-filled bullet passed through the smoke bomb, and brought out a large pattern of chromatic difference in Marceau's infrared vision: "Our sword sang tragic songs for evil, wrote the past for madmen, and erected tombstones for gravediggers."

"Roar over! Otherwise we will all die here!" The roar of the undead came from the smoke, and soon a white bone rushed out of the smoke, but the next second, it was thrown to the ground by several heavenly dogs that had already been waiting for their prey to come.

"I will swear..." Regardless of the undead who was being dismembered by the heavenly dog, Marceau looked at the human figure composed of color difference blocks that jumped out of the bunker. He put the map into the sight, pulled the trigger, and the long spikes into the smoke, penetrated the human figure's legs, and brought out a large red flowing pattern. The target fell and tripped his teammates: "My sword is the messenger of goodness, the shield of innocent people, and the shelter of the cubs."

Before his teammate got up, he was knocked over to the ground by a shooting spike from the other side.

"I will swear," he put the hole in the end and launched the humanoid that was rushing. The long spikes spurted out of the nail gun into its head, as if it was hit hard. The humanoid's head stopped in place, and the whole body drew an exaggerated arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground: "My sword conveys joy to the family, lights to civilization, and opens up the avenue for the best."

The smoke dissipated and walked out of the bunker. Marceau killed the new Eden who was still breathing with a nail gun, and then grabbed the half-length hair from the bunker and dragged him out.

The half-length wailed, screamed, tearing Marceau's gloves, but never thought about what to do to resist.

Yan walked out of the bunker on the other side, and she pulled the magazine insert of the nail gun and confirmed the number of remaining bullets: "What should I do with this guy?"

"Compassion varies from person to person. If we give mercy to these butchers, murderers, civilized gravediggers and plane mourners...what would those innocent people who died in his hands think? Everyone must pay the price for their choice. Some sanctions and trials that cannot be given by law...we can." After Marceau finished speaking, he pointed the nail gun in his right hand at the halfling. The halfling who was kneeling on the ground immediately screamed and pushed the barrel with his hands, but the muzzle still insisted on moving towards his forehead.

"Let me go!"

"No! Please spare my life!"

Ignoring his plea and scream, Marceau finally pulled the gun directly to his forehead and pulled the trigger.

The body that had lost its soul was eventually pushed to the ground by Marceau.

"I like Marceau like this the most." The cat girl leaned over and rubbed Marceau's head.
Chapter completed!