Chapter 170

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On the battlefield where no one dared to approach, a woman flew all the way with her double knives alone and rushed into the still thick fog.　　

In the battlefield filled with fog, General Jiang restrained the power. There was neither sound nor any fluctuations in the power around him. The white mist was as thick as substance, slowly flowing with his movements. Everything was so quiet and strange.

General Jiang set aside the thick fog and walked forward cautiously in the fog where he couldn’t see his fingers. The white fog gradually diluted, and his eyes were suddenly bright. A noisy atmosphere of life rushed to the face. This was a humble mahjong hall. General Jiang had been familiar with the sound of rubbing mahjong since he was a child, mixed with various shouts, curses, and laughter.　　

There was a thick sputum spit on the ground in front of his feet, and a big man in a vest at the card table scolded, “Don’t wander around beside me, turning my luck bad.”

“Don’t blame the child of others if you lose, okay? Chengzhu, ignore him. Come to Aunt Chen. I will give you candy,” an aunt with bright lipstick beckoned at him.

General Jiang calmly walked through these familiar figures and familiar scenes.

“Illusion? You used this. I am a Master, will I be afraid of you?”

He continued to move forward, and soon stopped with a sullen face. In front of him was the scene he was most unwilling to recall.

“Old Jiang, your boy is here,” a man said.

Even in the illusion, the father who was drunk playing mahjong still didn’t turn his face, but grabbed a handful of change from the table and stuffed it to him, “Go and find your mother. Don’t bother me.”

General Jiang grasped it and looked at the scene in front of him silently, knowing that this was the last moment.

Soon a guest at the Mahjong Hall turned everyone on the Mahjong table into demons and bit off half the face of his father’s friend. The whole scene was immediately chaotic.

His father, who never cared about him, seemed to awaken his father’s love that he had never awakened in his life at the last moment of life. He pulled him desperately to squeeze a way out from the crowded area. He pushed him out of a narrow window. General Jiang fell from the window, and when he looked back, he saw that his father with blood on his face was lying on the glass and was dragged away by the demon behind him, leaving only five red blood marks.　　

General Jiang clenched his fists.

“Leader, Leader, wake up!” The illusion disappeared, and the worried expression of Yu Nian awakened him, and General Jiang returned to the real world.

“How long have I been in a coma? How is the battle going?”

The cold and frozen wilderness was terribly dead.

Yu Nian was seriously wounded. She looked at him sadly, “Brother, it’s gone, everyone is gone. Spring City was destroyed.”

General Jiang looked up only to find that he was standing in a sea of ​​corpses, filled with faces that he could no longer recognize. Ye Peitian, who was in a different place, lay not far away.

General Jiang looked up into the distance. The city wall of Spring City broke a huge gap, and the bodies of Han Ao, Yao Xianxian and others hung and the blood flowed like river water. The entire Spring City had long fallen into a raging fire. Demons were wreaking havoc on the earth. The old prosperous home was gone, leaving only hell on earth.

“No, it’s impossible,” General Jiang’s eyes were red and he covered his head.

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Ye Peitian walked through one world after another in the thick fog, and finally the white fog collapsed. It was the demon Yu Yu sitting in front of him. Yu Yu restored the delicate human face, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and beautiful silver long hair flowed. He sat in a chair waiting for him.

“Good, good!” Yu Yu clapped, “Not only are you strong, you are also so strong in spirit. Such a tragic encounter can’t shake your heart.”

“Unlike this city lord, who is still too young and far inferior to you,” he flicked his fingers. The center of the thick fog spread out, revealing General Jiang’s appearance. He burst into tears, his eyes were red, and he kneeled dumbly. On the ground, it seemed that he could see nobody, nor hear any sound around.　　

Ye Peitian raised the blade in his hand to Yu Yu in silence. The deep winter season was cold. The blade in his hand was colder than the snow and ice on the ground.　

“Oh! It’s menacing. But when you see this, I don’t know if you can remain as calm as you are now?” Yu Yu lifted a bloody head from under the chair. The face was pale, the eyes were closed.

It was Chu Qianxun’s head!