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Chapter 298 Silver White Buildings

It's dawn, and the city is ushering in the alternation of day and night.

The dark night passed, the power supply was restored in the City of God, the Freedom Day ended, and the executioners, each with their hands stained with blood and carrying several lives on their backs, became good citizens again.

They returned home, took off the blood on their bodies, took a clean shower, put on clean clothes, opened the door, and went to work when it was time to go to school.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, it is another beautiful day.

However, the population in the city decreased a lot after this night.

Tang Rou finally returned to sleep after "eating".

Rather than falling asleep, it's better to say that he passed out.

In the dream, she returned to the hot pot restaurant she had visited when she was in the Tower of Babel.

More than a month ago, she had been pulled into this hot pot restaurant countless times in her sleep to chat with Narcissus, the man who would dominate the so-called soul in the future in her dream.

But this time, she was the only one in the hot pot restaurant, and Narcissus did not appear.

Tang Rou sat in the hot pot restaurant for a long time, watching the bright red flesh and blood slowly squirming at the bottom of the hot pot, and waited quietly.

Until the dream ends.

She opened her eyes and met a pair of worried indigo eyes.

A pair of arms were tied around his waist without any effort.

The boy's pale palms, like works of art, covered her belly and rubbed it gently. The corners of Tang Rou's mouth twitched, she sat up from his arms, pushed his hands away, and asked seriously.

"Why do you keep touching my belly lately?"

Fortunately she didn't gain weight, otherwise this action would be very offensive to girls.

The young man's eyes were full of doubt and confusion, and he extended his hand toward her belly, but Tang Rou slapped her away, and she closed her fingers in aggrieved manner.

After a while, he touched her face and then her forehead.

Like an impatient cat, Tang Rou pushed him away and stood up, only to find that she was still on the rooftop, with a layer of dark green still covering her head.

In the corner not far away, the little boy who had been with them all night was huddled, sobbing quietly.

He seems to be particularly afraid of the moon.

Yue didn't seem to like him either. She noticed that Tang Rou was looking at the child, her thin lips pursed straight, expressing her unhappiness.

Actually got jealous.

Tang Rou felt it was very fresh.



The scale of cityofgod is not small.

Tang Rou bought a new car and drove slowly into the city, heading towards the seaside.

The blood stains on the streets are being washed away by the water cannons of the cleaners. They are diligently cleaning the devastated streets, dragging away the bodies lying on the roadside, and burning them together.

Everyone's movements seemed particularly skillful. It seemed that this was not the first time that this kind of killing day was carried out under the guise of freedom.

The humidity in the air in the early morning was very high, and the City of God was near the sea, and there was fog.

Like a layer of white veil, covering the steel skeleton.

Well-dressed white-collar workers entered the office building. Some of them had obvious scars on their bodies, and some of them had been hiding somewhere all night. They had dark circles under their eyes, but their bodies were completely intact.

Others looked tired and sleepy, but full of energy and excitement. They must have been very busy the night before.

The faces of the survivors did not show the joy of surviving the catastrophe, nor did they have the fear of witnessing the crazy night. They had no emotions.

What a terrible city.

The closer you get to the sea, the fewer people move around. At a certain moment, several towering spiers appear at the end of your sight.

Then they join together.

It was a complex of several church-like buildings.

The building is huge and solemn, standing on the edge of the cliff near the sea. It is very tall, completely white, unique and independent.

Tang Rou stepped on the brakes about 500 meters away from those buildings, signaled Yue and the boy not to make any noise, and quietly got out of the car.

The boy stayed far away, and his face turned pale when he saw the moon.

Seems to be very afraid of him.

Did Yue do something to the child?

Tang Rou bent down and stretched out her hand towards the boy. The boy immediately rushed towards him, holding her fingers with his small and soft palm, and hugged her wrist anxiously.

His thin body couldn't help but tremble.

Yue looked even more unhappy, and there were translucent threads looming on her body, so Tang Rou had to circle the child on the other side, between them.

I thought that finding the Tower of Babel formation would be a difficult process.

But Tang Rou ignored her newly developed skills.

The wind and waves at the beach were very strong, and the air was filled with a moist and salty smell. Tang Rou vaguely smelled a familiar feeling. She looked down along the cliff and saw something reflective in the wildly long grass.

It's glass.

She observed it for a while, then climbed down from the plant roots sticking out from the cliff. She climbed over the grass that was half a person tall and found several armed armored vehicles that were obviously scrapped in the withered grass.

The style and the painted logo on the body look very familiar.

It's Noah's armored vehicle.

Aslan and the others should be nearby.

Tang Rou entered the car to check and found that everything inside was looted.

The seats were torn apart, the tires were removed, and the expensive armed doors were completely scrapped.

Tang Rou smelled the remaining malice in the car.

I smell despair, I smell panic.

They convey the emotions of the people the car once carried and disappear at the car door.

Tang Rou sniffed again.

The remaining breath has long been blown away by the sea breeze and disappeared on the long coastline.

But soon, Tang Rou discerned a similar scent from the wind blowing in the distance, mixed with strong malice, and together with the fresh breath of the ocean, drifting from a distance.

The place where the malice came from was the religious building standing on the cliff.

The long coastline does not have a romantic feeling. The waves are gently and sometimes heavily lapping at the cliff. It is a transparent white building complex, but it makes people feel eerie, reminiscent of a haunted castle in some kind of horror movie.

In addition to strong evil thoughts, there is also the smell of greed.

The little boy grabbed Tang Rou's sleeve, as if he didn't want to get close.

"What's wrong?"

The boy pursed his lips.

Tang Rou pressed her again and again, and then he reluctantly said, "That...is the place for sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"

"Yes, that is the place where sacrifices are made to the gods."

Tang Rou was thoughtful.

If the place where they offer sacrifices to the gods is chosen by the sea, then their gods seem to come from the sea.

But is there really a God in this world?

The sound of the waves became more intense, and the endless gray-blue ocean was like moving velvet, constantly rising and falling.

Little bits of water splashed on her cheeks, as if answering her.

Tang Rou said to the boy, "You hide in these cars, I will come back to pick you up soon."

"Sister, I want to go with you."

The boy said, stepping forward to grab her hand again, but suddenly an arm as delicate and flawless as white jade crossed his eyes.

The young man with silver hair and blue eyes lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and his pupil-less eyes looked at him calmly.

The boy felt the biting coldness for no reason, stopped and retracted his hand.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that if he took even one step forward, he might encounter something extremely terrifying.

Tang Rou held the young man's wrist and pulled him aside.

Said to the boy, "Remember to hide it."

The little boy nodded, hid in the abandoned armored vehicle, and watched helplessly as they walked towards the silver-white buildings on the seaside.

The way that brother looked at him was very dull.

It was so dull that it didn't look like seeing a living child.

It's the wild flowers and weeds on the roadside, and the gravel that hinders progress.

The way he looked at him was like looking at an inanimate object.


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