"We're going down soon."

"From here?" Shen Zifan pointed behind him and stretched straight toward the stairs below the clouds.

"No, we'll fall."

As soon as Sen finished saying this, an angry dragon roar came, and the steps under Shen Zifan's feet burst out layer by layer, and a strong sense of weightlessness suddenly came. Shen Zifan fell to the clouds and smashed towards the earth from a height of thousands of feet.

It was not a free fall, but like a meteor that cut through the sky, so fast that he could not even see the surrounding scenes and could not hear the whistling wind. Only the lights of fire on the vast earth reminded him that he had not lost all consciousness.

His eyes hurt, and Shen Zifan couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Look." Sen's voice rang in his ears.

Shen Zifan tried hard to open his eyes, and what he was greeted was not the tragic ending of being thrown into a meat pie. He was still stuck in the air, but it was not in a state of movement.

He was hung high on the cross - the tall cross in the confused dream.

The sky is black and blue, the fire light reflects the sky, and the clouds are also rendered in crimson color. Shen Zifan looked into the distance, with barren mountains connected to the mountains, and scorched earth south of the wasteland.

Below was a vast crowd, like a black ocean surrounded by people, wearing the most primitive clothes, made of nylon ropes and coarse cloth, with mesh shoes made of grass and vines on their feet, and holding burning torches in their hands. Everyone's expression was very complicated.

They are both angry and happy, as if they are still a little scared. What are they afraid of?

"Are they afraid of you?"

It seems that someone has been spied into his heart and read it in his ears.

"Look at each of them, their faces were filled with anger, they all wanted to burn you to eat your body, they felt that you had lost all your function, you should not exist in the world, you are the only alien in the world."

"Is that true?" Shen Zifan looked down, and everyone who looked at him would reveal a ferocious and distorted face.

"Demon!" someone shouted loudly.

"Devil, Devil, Devil!"

Everyone was roaring loudly, and the sound was lingering around Shen Zifan and spreading to every corner of the world.

"In the spiritual vision you only see what you care about the most, so is this what you care about the most?"

Amid the sounds of mountains and tsunamis, Shen Zifan heard Sen's voice, and the other party was whispering in his ears.

"I don't know, I don't know them at all, and I don't know why they want to burn me to death." Shen Zifan shook his head, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"I'm lying to you, but they don't want to burn you to death at all. It's me who deserves to die this time." Sen's voice seemed a little naughty, but Shen Zifan could hear it was his crying voice in concealing his voice.

"No, where are you?" Shen Zifan was so happy that he looked at the inconspicuous corner of the crowd. He stood in a crowd full of golden eyes and seemed a little abrupt.

"Who is hanging?"

"It's me. I'll be sad for you this time, and no one will be able to replace you next time."

Sen whispered, as if telling Shen Zifan: I am the only one in the world who can be sad for you, but after I leave, you are alone, please bear it silently.

Shen Zifan's consciousness returned to his body, next to them were people who were blinded by anger. They held torches in their hands, and the flames were burning on the dead grass and kerosene. The heat waves came to their faces, as if they were submerged in a sea of ​​fire.
Chapter completed!