Chapter 1650 (1/2)

Mousse watched as they walked down the steps to the sacred pool, and then walked to the edge of the city, where there were large cemeteries, each in the shape of a small pyramid.

The sharp top faces the ground. This design seems to point out the direction for all the souls sleeping here. Upward and upward, they can go to the mainland, see the fields full of flowers, and the ocean rolling in the legend.

This is the twilight group, a group of people trapped deep underground. Their wish is very simple. They don't want to be the master of the world. They just want to live in a place with sunshine and grass.

When mousse came to Jill's tombstone, he could find it even with his eyes closed, because under it, his beloved woman was buried.

The woman was buried by mousse himself. Every word on the tombstone was also carved by Mousse with both hands. Although it was only a short line of words, mousse spent a whole week. Whenever a character was carved, mousse would cry alone for a long time.

There are not many plants in Shengquan city. The only flower is a kind of Hardy wild flower, which can bloom in the cold and dark underground world and remain invincible all year round.

Mousse put a wild flower picked casually on Jill's tombstone. Plants in the underground world are very precious. Even though mousse is the guardian of the holy spring and the strongest man in the twilight clan, he is only willing to pick one wild flower at a time.

But just now, Xia fan received almost one tenth of the wild flowers in the holy spring city. The people of the twilight clan are really generous to the army of subduing demons. They are not willing to pick a flower to commemorate their relatives, but they give precious plants to a group of strangers. It's silly and lovely to think about it.

When the match was lit, there was no shortage of phosphate rock in the underground world. It was very easy to make a match. Mousse put the match close to the top of Jill's tombstone, and suddenly there was a small flame, burning obstinately.

Xia fan did not observe carefully, nor did he know that there were hidden oil lamps on the top of the tombstones of the twilight clan. During the festival, the oil lamps would be lit up, dotted with faint light.

”Those of us who live underground are like faint firelight, but even the faint light of fire can bring light and heat in the endless darkness.”

Mousse recalled the first lesson given to him by the headmaster when he was an hour later. Dozens of children of six or seven years old nodded their heads with a faint light in their eyes like these tombstones.

At that time, mousse really believed that the twilight clan had faith, and also really believed that they had a contract with the demon subduing army. That group of the strongest human beings in the lower world would one day come down from the sky in gold armor to save the Holy Spring City submerged in darkness.

However, people always grow up. Mousse lived to the age of 37 with a firm belief. Finally, he became the most powerful man of the twilight clan and inherited the guardian of the holy spring.

At that time, he heard the truth from the headmaster. There was no contract at all. The Voldemort army was just a group of strangers who occasionally passed by. It was the ancestor of the headmaster who begged them to make a promise, so as to bring hope for the people of the clan to live.

It's cruel to think about it. You're getting old. Walking in the dark and cold all the year round makes your knee ache in the middle of the night. You fight for faith all your life, and even lose your favorite woman. You give everything to the contract. In the end, they tell you that the contract doesn't exist at all!

When mousse learned the truth, his whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and it was as if he was struck by a lightning from the sky, which destroyed his body and his soul. Everything collapsed in an instant!

From the dark, from the city to the moat.

”Here they are. There are three people. The leader is Xia fan, and the other two are foyou and Nietzsche.” Mousse seemed to be talking to the dark, and said without expression.

”They survived. I thought it would be the old Dresden guy, or the young master of the Oriental family. However, I'm glad to hear that Nietzsche is still alive. That woman is the most beautiful I've ever seen in my life.”

However, the darkness actually responded to mousse. His voice floated from a distance and could not locate the direction of the speaker. However, he and the man hiding in the dark should be very familiar with his tone.

Mousse shrugged. ”They didn't know about the contract. When they heard the truth, I felt very sad, as if they were very guilty.”

”It's normal. Humans have always been so ambiguous. When they see a stray dog, curled up under the eaves, soaked in rain, and shivering from hunger, all human beings will feel that the dog is so poor.”