In the northern suburbs of Baoshan, the whirlpool pillar of light that brightens the sky flashes away, and it can be seen within a radius of hundreds of miles. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It's only a few seconds, but it's already in my heart.

Those who turn their backs may be suspicious of illusion and dazzle, but it is difficult to understand that the brilliance of that moment, the luminosity of the almost scorching sun, really happened.

The wind and rain stopped, the temperature gradually rose, and gradually bid farewell to the sudden low tide, which is incomprehensible.

"Eight Grid Tooth Road, weird, so weird!" Inukai Ichiro was so shocked that he was incoherent, and it took a long time before he gradually came back to his senses and gave an order: "You take a picture of him, over there, understand!" ”

The extra-high elite looked at the unsightly female corpse, instantly comprehended the essence, and replied immediately: "Hi Yi, please rest assured, Shaozuo, his subordinates will not disgrace their mission!" ”

"Hey, I warn you, don't mess around, otherwise you will be scattered in two, who is afraid of who......m" Han Qiming trembled slightly, peed his pants, but fortunately, his whole body was wet to cover up his embarrassment.

"Yo Xi!" Inuyoichiro nodded to his subordinates, then turned to stare at Han Qiming and said, "Don't cooperate, work one by one, chop your fingers, your pants are smoking!" ”

Han Qiming trembled again, and felt remorse in his heart, he shouldn't have embarked on the road of no return, as if he had been eaten to death, because he was afraid of death, he scolded secretly: "Sure enough, it's a beast raised by a dog, and you can smell it even if you soak in urine!" ”

"Stomping, hissing......"

Inukai Ichiro ignored the people and searched for the place of light alone with a flashlight, and after a while, he stopped in horror and trembled like chaff.

Thirty meters away, a circle with a radius of twenty meters was scorched, the electric light flickered occasionally, and the sound of explosions broke out from time to time, and a dozen or so corpses were so mutilated that they were almost unrecognizable.

Inukai Ichiro knows what he sees and hears very well, and if he hadn't followed the traces all the way, he would never believe that this is the truth, it's too unbelievable.

There was a "pop" sound, and the sand exploded in all directions, and the sound was not loud, affecting an area of less than 20 centimeters, but it scared Inukaiichiro to run away, and he was a thief.

"Nani? Could it be that the old man's curse has been fulfilled, no, Amaterasu, save me, I don't want to die......" Inukai Ichiro flew back, his mind was already frightened to death, and he quickly left with the rest of the people.

He knew the scorched scene, and naturally thought of the people who would never survive, and even destroyed all the evidence, and estimated that he could not find a trace.

Even if you witness those corpses, you will think of a cemetery blown up by thunder, and the only person who knows is Inukai Ichiro, but there is a suspicion that it is also a headless public case.

However, in the seemingly scorched surface and muddy inside, a cloud of glow shone uncertainly, touching a round ball about three meters in diameter, and the electric light was free, and the surface layer occasionally burst.

The mist in the color cluster was like liquid, and Yang Guan was in the middle of it, his belly rose and fell in an orderly manner, and he breathed like sleep, falling into a deep coma, his body was smooth and slippery, and his wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With the exhaled glow liquid qi, the body is joyful and reorganized, and every cell is experiencing the alternation of life and death, which is very weird.

The exhaust fumes exhaled by Yangguan, as well as the stains that gradually peel off the pores of the skin, as the bubbles are squeezed out of the light cluster, cause a small external burst, which is amazing.

Yangguan is being reborn in Nirvana, maybe it's an opportunity, maybe it's a supernatural event, who can say clearly?

Bizarre encounters and strange phenomena make Yang Guan unconscious, like an outsider forgetting everything.

Time flies, a few hours pass in a flash, and in Beiping, thousands of miles away in the northeast, a major event occurred that shocked China and foreign countries, the 77 Incident.

In the early morning of July 8, 1937, the Japanese army launched an attack on Wanping County and Lugou Bridge, officially opening the prelude to the full-scale war of immersion in China.

The smoke of gunpowder rose, the high-level was sleepless, and the whole country was in an uproar.

An earth-shattering network of conspiracies is in full swing, fighting on two fronts, attacking from the north and the south, and even worse, the Japanese cabinet is arrogantly talking about annexing China within three months.

At this moment of turmoil and national crisis, there is no shortage of Chinese people who are drunk with money, poor and luxurious, people who protect their lives, and struggle for survival.

For 5,000 years, China has been fearless, open, eclectic, and inclusive of the world, with a brilliant and glorious history.

In just three days, the students threw their pens from Rong, the hot-blooded children excited, shouted, marched, patriots funded, and merged into the torrent, and the historical changes were quietly carried out, but when will the lion really wake up?

At the same time, Yang Guan slept in the mud for three days and three nights, and the colored light was exhausted, causing a qualitative change in his whole body, inside and out.

"Poof, cough cough ......" Yangguan drilled out of the water, coughed up the sludge in his nasal cavity violently, and swam to the shore in a daze.

"Woo ......" the purple spirit dog screamed happily, its smart eyes sparkling, and it kept jumping and rolling.

"Bang la-la-la..."Yang Guan pulled the aquatic plants and climbed ashore, gasping for breath, and his thoughts began to work.

He stared blankly at the screaming purple greyhound, his memories were chaotic and few, but he was recovering from it.

The memory of "Yangguan, Treasure, Japanese, Betrayal ......" gradually became clear and clear, and his face changed with it.

Yang Guan sat on the water's edge, trying to recall the past, bit by bit, sorting out in an orderly manner, the pain gradually intensified, but it was completely offset by the hatred in his heart.

The purple spirit dog was empathetic, did not disturb the owner, and did not idle, running back and forth, and after a while, a bunch of objects were brought in.

"Hey, maps, coordinates, Mauser pistols, binoculars and daggers, what's the matter?" Yang Guan was surprised.

What I saw and heard made the memory surge again, and my heart followed the sour, sad tears inadvertently slipped down, missing the warmth that had passed!

"The husband is gone, the senior sister is gone, but the senior sister is left, but where are you?"

Yangguan is at a loss, I don't know what to do, where is the road? Inadvertently broke off a blade of grass and played the long-lost shepherd song: "The sun and evening are wonderful, the blue water and grass are overflowing, and the sheep are baating and laughing......"

The sun rises in the east, the gold is shining, and it is warm to bathe in it.

Looking at the blue sky, pure and clear, endless, inlaid with golden glow, it has a unique flavor.

The green grass is verdant, the fragrance is sparkling, the fishing boat Yang Fan, the fisherman casts the net, harmonious and flawless.

This scene is like a perfect picture, but it is a pity that it merges into a sad pastoral song, which spoils the scenery, which is sad and heartbreaking.

At the end of the song, Yang was sad, and his sorrow overflowed his body and mind, constantly reviewing the warm scenes, immersed in them and reluctant to wake up.

"Goo, grunt......" The stomach was swirling, churning, and constantly shouting, disturbing the people who remembered it.

"Zi Ling, lead the way, find the remains of Mr. and Shi Niang, quickly!" Yang Guan quickly woke up and realized that he must not return to a state of stupidity.

Originally, he died with the enemy, but at this moment he survived strangely, what happened, Yang Guan didn't know, and there was no trace on the ground.

However, he didn't dwell on it, he was going to slaughter the Japanese when he was alive, and a thought of revenge stood on his eyebrows.

He quickly put away the bits and pieces, tied them with straw ropes, and packed them away, not to live up to the fruits of the purple spirit dog's labor, which was a good habit accumulated over a long period of training.

"Shasha......" Yang Guan followed the purple spirit dog quickly, trampling on the soft sand, eager to see the familiar and respectful person.

Yang Guan is immortal and reborn, the changes in the body are not great, the qi has increased slightly, the brain damage in childhood has been removed, the ears, nose and eyes have been greatly improved, and the physical endurance has doubled.

It is equivalent to a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, or a paranormal event, saving a dying life, which is not enough.

"Zi Ling, thank you!" Yangguan followed the purple spirit dog to the ground, rustling the soil with his hands, and a mixture of sourness and resentment overflowed his body and mind.

As the remains of Wang Hongjie and his wife gradually revealed, a killing intent gradually rose, permeating the surrounding air, almost forcing the breeze to blow.

"Dogs raise animals, enlightened scum, I want you not to die well!" Yangguan looked up to the sky and shouted, and the hatred was as high as the sky was high when it was solidified and murderous at this moment.

The Japanese are miserable, their animal behavior, and it is difficult to atone for their sins even if they die, and they will surely repay their debts with blood and blood.

However, Han Qiming is even more hateful, and he buried his uncles and aunts in law so hastily, which is despicable.

Yangguan's hatred is monstrous, but it is not as good as grief and longing, more than ten years of protection and teaching, without a trace of contemptuous words and deeds, more than his own Yating, which makes him extremely heartbroken!

With a heavy heart, I collected straw and made straw mats by hand.

"Rustling ......" Yangguan plows the soil with his hands, and tears are in tears, so sour that he is physically and mentally exhausted.

This place is the highest slope in the wetland, burying Mr. and his wife, looking at how he avenges his hatred.

After a long time, the rustle rose again.

Yangguan sprinkled a handful of soil, a handful of soil, and a kind and amiable smile was faintly visible, scene by scene......

The lonely figure knelt down on the high slope.

"Goo, grunt......" The stomach was swirling, I don't know how many times I screamed, Yangguan has been suppressed, and knelt in front of the grave in a daze.

"Whew!" The purple spirit dog melancholy warned its owner, grinding around Yangguan, trying to play a little comfort.

"Zi Ling, don't make trouble, okay, okay, go gather the sheep, it's time to go home!" Yangguan finally got out of the shackles of his sad heart.

The sunset is beautiful, the green grass is golden, and a thin figure is strolling, with a deep and thoughtful face, and moving unhurriedly.

The sound of "bleating" is endless, hundreds of sheep are following, the purple spirit dog is delayed, and the strange combination bathes in the sunset rhyme of Buddha's light, moving towards hope.