Chapter 1925
As a small village composed of ordinary people, it is too fragile and powerless. A little accident means the end to them.
In this way, it's not too much to be called a deserted place. Lin Feng's eyes go beyond the darkness and look into the distance. It's an excellent place for belief. People in despair are the best targets for believers to develop. Maybe we should start from this aspect to find relatives more quickly.
Once he had an idea, Lin Feng was not a muddler. It seemed that a little wind was blowing by. Li Fulai didn't pay much attention to the teacher's explanation. His eyes were sweeping around all the time. He was much more interested in people than in lectures. When he looked back, he found that there was no one around him.
Somewhere in the back door street of the college, a middle-aged peddler stood on an old book stand, looking at the street with fewer and fewer pedestrians. His brow became more and more sad. He covered his chest and abdomen with one hand, and his body trembled from time to time.
He felt that he was about to die, and there was something sticking to his lungs in his chest. He kept trying not to cough because it would frighten others and make potential guests afraid to come near. Without guests, he would have no source of livelihood.
As a native of bisburg, he is lucky. At least he has a certain degree of security in the city, compared with those wild people who are struggling to survive in the wilderness.
He has two lovely children and a wife who helps each other. He is gentle and considerate. Relying on some knowledge from his ancestors, he started the business of collecting and reselling books.
This business can barely make the family live a stable life in the city, and maintain a relative sense of superiority in the face of the wild people. However, he was ill. Since he found the two old books from the ruins two weeks ago, he felt like he was cursed.
The disease came to him, and his cough became more and more serious day by day. As the pillar of the family, he could not fall down or die. His death meant that the originally warm little family would also face a desperate situation.
He could not imagine that if he fell down, his desperate wife and children would not be able to make a living, and would have to become a savage and lose all hope.
Even, he did not dare to let his family find that he was ill. He could only pray that he could survive as he did when he was young. However, things did not develop as before. After two weeks, his condition became more and more serious.
He secretly went to the doctor twice and spent most of his savings, but it didn't help. His condition became more and more serious, and his heart sank to the bottom. In order to avoid his understanding wife finding problems, he didn't even dare to go home. Every time he was very late, until his family fell asleep.
I dare not lie down after I go back, because once I lie down, I can't stop coughing. He will lie down on the small table in the hall and suppress himself from coughing.
The cold wind blows through the street, and the last pedestrian returns to the campus. There are no more pedestrians on the street. He covers his chest, his face unspeakable loss, and his eyes can't help showing a strong color of despair. The cold wind means the arrival of night.
When only the shadow of the green day completely disappeared, soon the temperature will drop sharply, even in the city of bisburg, but also full of all kinds of unknown dangers.
All the people who set up stalls and shops around had already finished their work and returned home. He was the only one left alone in front of the old book stall. The wind was blowing the pages of the books, and he could not tell the depression of the street.
I'm going back. Should I go back?
The middle-aged people can't help but wonder. They can't help coughing. Only in such a quiet time, can he dare to let go of the control of his body.
Once he coughed, he couldn't stop. His coughing could be heard all over the street. After coughing for a long time, he let go of his hand covering his mouth. It was red on it. In an instant, his face was covered with ashes. He couldn't even cough. He looked at the blood on his hand.
I can't hold it. I really can't hold it. There's only one idea in his heart. It seems that he has added a heavy load and pressed it down at the same time.
What else can I do? Can you save yourself, save a broken family?
Just in an instant, countless thoughts rose in my mind, for evil, for good, and then all rejected. All that I could think of was unreliable. My parents had already incarnated as a soul lamp, and my brother was not as good as himself. He did not dare to tired another family in trouble.
Suddenly, he looked over the wall of the college and looked at the towering statue. Today, it seems that people have heard of the statue. It is said that it is the incarnation of a certain God. Naturally, he has heard of God.
But his growing experience told him that all gods exist only for the purpose of deceiving others. He never believed in any gods, but now he is staring at the statue exposed on the wall of the college and walking there with a dull eye.
The guard looked at him and asked in a deep voice, "what are you doing?"
"Big brother, I want to see that statue!" The tone of middle-aged people is a little strange, like talking with tongue, because as long as he opens his mouth, he can't help coughing and can only speak in such a strange tone.
Originally, he didn't hold much hope. Unexpectedly, the guard who was not always easy to talk was surprisingly unconventional tonight. He took a deep look at him and said, "are you here to pray to God? I didn't expect that even you know it. Go ahead."
"What?" The middle-aged man is so big that he doesn't believe his ears. He not only puts himself in, but also says something like that. " What? What? Don't pretend to be religious in front of God. " The guard has a humble face. The middle-aged man walked into the door and walked towards the statue. Until he came near, he found that the statue was not the same as other statues he had ever seen. The muscles of the statue were not like words. He kept a boxing posture. Just looking at it, people felt that there was infinite power, which would burst out at any time. There are two lines of powerful characters on the side of the card. The statues of "Lin Feng, the God of treatment" and "dawning fist" are very large. The middle-aged people are attracted at the first time. Fortunately, he has some family knowledge and can recognize the words on them. He chews the name again and again, trying to understand its meaning. Until he got to his feet, he found that there was still a person standing below. It seemed that he was a student. He was in a trance. He just glanced at him and felt a little familiar. This is very normal. Students in the college often go in and out, and it doesn't matter if they see him once or several times. At this time, he had completely put his mind on the word "treatment". Suddenly, he bowed up and trembled. His heart splitting cough broke the silence.
In this way, it's not too much to be called a deserted place. Lin Feng's eyes go beyond the darkness and look into the distance. It's an excellent place for belief. People in despair are the best targets for believers to develop. Maybe we should start from this aspect to find relatives more quickly.
Once he had an idea, Lin Feng was not a muddler. It seemed that a little wind was blowing by. Li Fulai didn't pay much attention to the teacher's explanation. His eyes were sweeping around all the time. He was much more interested in people than in lectures. When he looked back, he found that there was no one around him.
Somewhere in the back door street of the college, a middle-aged peddler stood on an old book stand, looking at the street with fewer and fewer pedestrians. His brow became more and more sad. He covered his chest and abdomen with one hand, and his body trembled from time to time.
He felt that he was about to die, and there was something sticking to his lungs in his chest. He kept trying not to cough because it would frighten others and make potential guests afraid to come near. Without guests, he would have no source of livelihood.
As a native of bisburg, he is lucky. At least he has a certain degree of security in the city, compared with those wild people who are struggling to survive in the wilderness.
He has two lovely children and a wife who helps each other. He is gentle and considerate. Relying on some knowledge from his ancestors, he started the business of collecting and reselling books.
This business can barely make the family live a stable life in the city, and maintain a relative sense of superiority in the face of the wild people. However, he was ill. Since he found the two old books from the ruins two weeks ago, he felt like he was cursed.
The disease came to him, and his cough became more and more serious day by day. As the pillar of the family, he could not fall down or die. His death meant that the originally warm little family would also face a desperate situation.
He could not imagine that if he fell down, his desperate wife and children would not be able to make a living, and would have to become a savage and lose all hope.
Even, he did not dare to let his family find that he was ill. He could only pray that he could survive as he did when he was young. However, things did not develop as before. After two weeks, his condition became more and more serious.
He secretly went to the doctor twice and spent most of his savings, but it didn't help. His condition became more and more serious, and his heart sank to the bottom. In order to avoid his understanding wife finding problems, he didn't even dare to go home. Every time he was very late, until his family fell asleep.
I dare not lie down after I go back, because once I lie down, I can't stop coughing. He will lie down on the small table in the hall and suppress himself from coughing.
The cold wind blows through the street, and the last pedestrian returns to the campus. There are no more pedestrians on the street. He covers his chest, his face unspeakable loss, and his eyes can't help showing a strong color of despair. The cold wind means the arrival of night.
When only the shadow of the green day completely disappeared, soon the temperature will drop sharply, even in the city of bisburg, but also full of all kinds of unknown dangers.
All the people who set up stalls and shops around had already finished their work and returned home. He was the only one left alone in front of the old book stall. The wind was blowing the pages of the books, and he could not tell the depression of the street.
I'm going back. Should I go back?
The middle-aged people can't help but wonder. They can't help coughing. Only in such a quiet time, can he dare to let go of the control of his body.
Once he coughed, he couldn't stop. His coughing could be heard all over the street. After coughing for a long time, he let go of his hand covering his mouth. It was red on it. In an instant, his face was covered with ashes. He couldn't even cough. He looked at the blood on his hand.
I can't hold it. I really can't hold it. There's only one idea in his heart. It seems that he has added a heavy load and pressed it down at the same time.
What else can I do? Can you save yourself, save a broken family?
Just in an instant, countless thoughts rose in my mind, for evil, for good, and then all rejected. All that I could think of was unreliable. My parents had already incarnated as a soul lamp, and my brother was not as good as himself. He did not dare to tired another family in trouble.
Suddenly, he looked over the wall of the college and looked at the towering statue. Today, it seems that people have heard of the statue. It is said that it is the incarnation of a certain God. Naturally, he has heard of God.
But his growing experience told him that all gods exist only for the purpose of deceiving others. He never believed in any gods, but now he is staring at the statue exposed on the wall of the college and walking there with a dull eye.
The guard looked at him and asked in a deep voice, "what are you doing?"
"Big brother, I want to see that statue!" The tone of middle-aged people is a little strange, like talking with tongue, because as long as he opens his mouth, he can't help coughing and can only speak in such a strange tone.
Originally, he didn't hold much hope. Unexpectedly, the guard who was not always easy to talk was surprisingly unconventional tonight. He took a deep look at him and said, "are you here to pray to God? I didn't expect that even you know it. Go ahead."
"What?" The middle-aged man is so big that he doesn't believe his ears. He not only puts himself in, but also says something like that. " What? What? Don't pretend to be religious in front of God. " The guard has a humble face. The middle-aged man walked into the door and walked towards the statue. Until he came near, he found that the statue was not the same as other statues he had ever seen. The muscles of the statue were not like words. He kept a boxing posture. Just looking at it, people felt that there was infinite power, which would burst out at any time. There are two lines of powerful characters on the side of the card. The statues of "Lin Feng, the God of treatment" and "dawning fist" are very large. The middle-aged people are attracted at the first time. Fortunately, he has some family knowledge and can recognize the words on them. He chews the name again and again, trying to understand its meaning. Until he got to his feet, he found that there was still a person standing below. It seemed that he was a student. He was in a trance. He just glanced at him and felt a little familiar. This is very normal. Students in the college often go in and out, and it doesn't matter if they see him once or several times. At this time, he had completely put his mind on the word "treatment". Suddenly, he bowed up and trembled. His heart splitting cough broke the silence.
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