Lu Li, or rather humans, have a long history with the Silent Hour.
The Silent Hour, which once nearly wiped out the future of mankind, was at the end of its efforts and the three major organizations launched an expedition to the Silent Hour - and then were almost completely wiped out there.
The few remaining exorcists took over the responsibility and rushed in one after another. In the end, Lu Li harmed the Time of Silence.
Although it "transforms" into a moment of silence, it also gives humans a chance to breathe.
Lu Li paid a heavy price for this.
Lost twenty-four years, lost what I loved.
"Is it all worth it?"
There seemed to be a voice asking Lu Li: The world retains hope, but you have lost everything.
The whining cold wind in the wilderness blew across the devastated land, and the silhouette hanging under the dead tree seemed to be swaying in the wind.
Lu Li was not as close to the moment of silence as he was to the Shadow of the Stealing Fire. Its body had been exposed for a long time, but there was a reason why it was still hanging in place.
Opening the silver box stained with the breath of hell, the sticky and flowing soul turned into pure humanity with the touch of his left hand.
As the body is filled with humanity, the weird and crazy aura that makes living beings close to each other gradually spreads.
The first filthy and rotten monster crawled out of the abyss due to firewood, lying low in the deep soil close to the ulcerated skin, quietly approaching the outline standing on the plain - and then passing by.
The delusional dream led the monster towards the distant village. When it was still a few hundred meters away from the short tree with the dead body hanging on it, a cluster of soil opened up under its feet, and the monster disappeared in an instant as if it had never existed.
The second monster that was attracted by human nature crawled out. Lu Li captured it directly in front of him, and with the slingshot that appeared on the rack, he shot towards the Silent Hour again.
The strange waving limbs traced an arc, and turned into a strong wind dozens of meters away in the quiet time, blowing the treetops, and the body under the hemp rope swayed gently.
Lu Li raised his eyes, a shadow emerged from the depths of the clouds, and meteorites covering the entire village fell from the sky.
The terrifying meteorite threatens the quiet time. Before it lands, it disappears, leaving only the harsh wind that lifts up the soil on the surface, forming sand and dust that obscures the view.
Lu Li held his breath at this moment. There was no heart beating in his chest. He took off Xun Xue's fluttering cloak and suddenly disappeared on the spot.
Ruined villages are scattered around.
Lu Li appeared on the other side of the dead tree, and the dilapidated house stood between him and Silent Hour.
After a moment of silence, Lu Li disappeared again and appeared under the dead tree without any obstruction.
The mummy with a pitchfork nailed to its chest was swinging gently in front of him. In the silence, Lu Li raised his left hand to touch the silence.
An avalanche of terrifying oppression suddenly overwhelmed Lu Li, but a childish snort suddenly sounded in his ears, shattering the confinement around him. At the same time, Lu Li's nearly annihilated half of his palm touched his body.
…
"Shh..."
The dark hut was crowded with villagers. The middle-aged man who turned off the oil lamp raised his finger and looked around Lu Li and the others in silence.
Outside the turbid and dusty window, an evil ghoul crawled slowly.
The hidden residents were not discovered by it, and it gradually moved away. When it almost left the village, a dirty piglet crawled out of the sewer ditch with a groan.
"Pige—Pige!"
A thin boy shouted in surprise, but his mouth was covered by the villagers next to him.
The ghoul did not hear the movement in the house and left the village chasing the squealing piglet.
The villagers were relieved, and the little boy who was released rushed out of the wooden house and chased the ghoul and his pig in the opposite direction.
Soon, the boy came back covered in mud and holding a piglet with only clear eyes. The villagers got rid of the nightmare, the boy found the piglet, and everything was wonderful.
Until the ghouls come back.
The boy holding the piglet and the villagers hid in the house again and kept quiet.
"Shh..."
Lu Li stared at the young pig picked up by the boy, and remembered the pig humming he heard earlier... His memory went back to twenty-five years ago - the death of the pig king who kept the villagers in captivity: the pig king who was just a young pig was in danger
Lost in the swamp, there is only a line of immature footprints extending into the distance.
"snort……"
A clear pig snort suddenly sounded from his suppressed breathing.
"Shh..."
A thick and nervous silence came.
But it was too late, the ghouls discovered them.
The ghoul's sharp claws tore open the paper-like wooden door, chaos and blood splattered.
In the end, the men used crude tools to kill the ghouls, at the cost of three villagers being killed and seven or eight villagers contracting the terrible plague...
"You killed them!"
Anger and hatred poured into the boy. Among those killed by the ghoul were his father, his wife, his elders, and his children, but not the instigator.
The village chief pushed his way through the crowd with a cane and stared at the frightened boy with hatred: "The god is angry, we need to appease His anger..."
"Kill him! Kill him!"
In the midst of the crowd's excited shouting, a hemp rope suddenly wrapped around the young pig. The boy's shrill scream made him rush to save it, and the hemp rope turned into a wrap around his neck.
"Pige...run...run..."
The fallen piglets fled in panic, escaping in the chaos.
"Kill him!"
The hemp rope around the boy's neck dragged him out of the village. Screams of hatred suddenly sounded. A villager grabbed a pitchfork and stabbed the boy like a charging knight, penetrating his chest but also breaking the grass.
fork.
The villagers took their relatives' deaths out on the homeless little boy.
"Why wasn't you the one who died...why didn't you shut up!" The resentful woman rushed forward, inserted a sharp iron piece into the boy's mouth and stirred it.
"Give me back my child!" The villagers who lost their child pulled the boy who was twitching in pain up to the treetop.
The boy struggled weakly for a few times, then his head dropped and gradually became still.
Except for the boy who was hung under a dead tree by all the villagers, the village seemed to have returned to peace...
The shuddering throbbing clearly reached Lu Li's mind as he was recalling his death.
The dripping blood was silent, the smoke rose straight up, the wind stopped blowing, and the flames stagnated.
The villagers carrying firewood stepped on the dead branches, and the firewood and axes they carried fell. The boy standing in the mud proudly raised the toad to the girl. The fallen toad fell back into the mud and disappeared together with the scream of the girl on the shore. The light beside the bed
The woman who was coaxing the child disappeared, and the cry of the uncared-for child suddenly stopped. The sleeping strong man murmured in his sleep, and the bulging bedding became shriveled.
Every moment, villagers in this village disappeared, until silence completely enveloped the place.
The boy hung quietly under the withered bush. Under his dirty feet, a grunting pig came closer, lowering its head to dig into the bloody wet mud.
The hanging feet gradually fell down, stepped into the wet mud, and were picked up by a pair of skinny and pale palms.
The scarred boy, covered in mud, hugged the dirty piglet, leaving extended footprints and disappearing into the darkness.
Lu Li opened his black eyes.
The bodies hanging under the dead trees were scattered in the breeze.