The long-lost light shines on the land that has been silent for a long time.
Cora City is a prosperous seaside port city. In this city composed of Gothic-style buildings, when the curtain of darkness is gradually lifted and the first ray of sunlight shines on the corner of the city, the whole city is gradually awakened.<
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At first, there were sparse cheers in the alleys. These cheers were like sparks, covering the whole city in an instant like a prairie fire.
Towering churches, ancient castles, exquisite sculptures, and Gothic elements can be seen everywhere in the city, all showing infinite charm under the shining sunshine.
People came out of their respective residences and hugged each other in disbelief. Tears soaked each other's clothes. Thanking God for forgiveness was the only word they used to communicate.
In this city where all materials have returned to their original state, people walk through the streets and indulge in selfless carnivalesque.
Whether they were civilians in simple clothes or nobles in gorgeous clothes, there was no difference between them. They hugged each other, cried, and toasted to celebrate.
Distinctive music and songs sounded in the streets and alleys, and everyone danced to the music and was full of enthusiasm. The shops selling food and drinks in the streets and squares of the city no longer require any money to enjoy them as much as they want.
Cherish and laugh.
Then, the first person climbed onto the tallest bell tower in the city and jumped down amid ecstatic cheers.
With a pop, a bloody monster flower bloomed on the marble floor.
The square under the bell tower was silent for a moment, watching the blood flower blooming more and more.
Afterwards, the whole city fell into an even more complete carnival.
A nobleman wearing a feathered hat drank all the wine in his hand, then knocked the goblet into pieces on the wall, and slit his own throat with a smile.
A beautiful girl, humming an innocent ballad, took off the belt of her ladylike skirt and hung it on the beam of the flower shop full of flowers.
A man with rosacea hugged his wife, holding a torch in their hands, laughing and lighting up the grocery store where he lived.
An elegant violinist danced briskly, playing joyful and beautiful music in his hands, his footsteps ticking on the stone brick road. People around him were laughing and laughing, and there were endless fires and people falling from buildings around him.
It's like playing a grand and beautiful piece of music with him.
In just a few moments, the city exuded a strong smell of blood.
The bloody smell and black smoke mixed together and rose high into the sky, gradually spreading over the entire city, as if shrouded in a dark mist of blood.
Zhang Zicheng was outside the screen, watching all this blankly, feeling unbelievable.
"They...haven't they already gotten rid of nightmares and pollution?"
"Why do you still do such a thing?"
"Is it the imprisoned evil god? Is it still polluting these innocent people?!"
Zhang Zicheng's chest rose and fell violently. He could not accept such a tragic scene.
If this is really still influenced by the prisoner of the evil god in the center of the earth... I will definitely find a way to kill it completely.
His brows were tense, and he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Tilulu!"
Tilulu quickly emerged from the lower left corner of the camera. She seemed to sense that Father God was not in a good mood. She didn't even dare to flatter her, and asked cautiously: "Father God?...What's wrong?"
Zhang Zicheng looked ugly and said: "What's going on in this city? Why have they escaped the torture of nightmares, but they are so large..."
Tilulu floated high in the sky, looked at the city at her feet, and said with some hesitation: "I...I should have helped them return to their normal state, both materially and spiritually. I don't know why it happened.
This kind of thing."
"Is it the influence of the evil god prisoner?"
Of course, Tiluru knew who the prisoner was. Hearing this, he immediately shook his head and said, "It's not him. After Seonlis died, he completely fell into silence. He even took the initiative to reduce his authority and forced himself to enter dormancy."<
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After saying that, Tilulu realized how she was speaking for the other party, and quickly took the credit and said: "And I know that Father God, you care about mortals, so I am very concerned about these things, and I always pay attention to the prisoners without any slack."<
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Zhang Zicheng fell silent.
He watched everyone in the city leave the world with joy, and thought of Simmons whom he asked about before.
After a long time, he sighed and asked in a low voice: "How long did the night last when they kept resurrecting and reincarnating?"
Tilulu was trembling all over. She lowered her head and did not dare to look in the direction of Father God's gaze. She trembled and said: "It's probably... more than 20,000 days, right?"
Twenty thousand days?
Fifty-four years.
Immersed in endless pain and disaster, unable to survive or die, I suffered like this for fifty-four years.
Zhang Zicheng said nothing.
His life span was less than thirty years.
People can't imagine things they haven't seen before.
It is impossible for them to understand the torture that lasts longer than their own lives, and how their souls are riddled with holes.
And all of this is caused by the long-term tug-of-war between the two evil gods, the prisoner's arrogance and the monitor Moon God.
Zhang Zicheng's eyes gradually became colder.
Tilulu felt an indescribable coldness, rising from the soles of her feet, and her scalp was numb.
This kind of fear is not only the threat of death, but also the extreme fear of being abandoned and being cut off from the connection with God the Father.
Thinking of such a future, Tilulu couldn't control herself, her nose felt sore, and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes physiologically.
At this moment, the biological instinct from higher dimensions made her suddenly feel blessed.
Without explaining anything, Tilulu raised her head and spoke very quickly: "Father God, I can resurrect them once more, and then erase their 20,000-day memory and make them feel that today is just an ordinary day.
There is nothing special about it except for a long nightmare with no memory!"
Zhang Zicheng closed his eyes, sat back on the computer chair, and tried to calm down his emotions.
After a long while, he only uttered two words: "Do it."
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After Simmons got up, he felt extremely sore all over.
He opened his eyes blankly and looked at the luxurious ceiling. He felt tired and numb from the bottom of his soul, but he didn't know what was wrong with him.
The wife beside him made a somewhat uncomfortable sound. Simmons quickly came to his senses, touched his wife's forehead, and asked with concern: "My dear, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine...well, I just seemed to have had a nightmare, but I couldn't remember it."
The wife clearly hadn't opened her eyes yet, so she said this vaguely, her head habitually rubbing against Simmons' palm.
Feeling this movement, Simmons' eyes suddenly filled with tears for some unknown reason.
He blinked strangely, feeling extremely confused.
But at this moment, after having skin-to-skin contact with his wife, Simmons also subsided from the indescribable feeling of dryness before.
The lover's body temperature spreads from the palm, the darkness in the corners of the eyes gradually fades away, and everything seems to be dyed with color again.
He calmed down and looked at his wife, feeling a sense of absurdity that he had not seen for a long time.
Maybe he was too busy after becoming the mayor? He didn't even notice that his wife was no longer young, her skin was no longer delicate, and she even had subtle wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
But Simmons can still feel that his heart is beating for his wife's beauty, jumping for joy for her existence, and beating for her clinging to him.
Even though all of this is so ordinary and ordinary, it seems not worth mentioning.