"boom!"

Gunshots rang out and blood splattered.

In the center of the square, a resident staggered and fell down, like a flag that had been knocked down. Everyone else shuddered. They closed their eyes, gritted their teeth, and hugged those around them tightly.

...How many people can survive? How many people will Lin Guang massacre for no reason this time?

Most of the people living in District 11 are scattered wanderers without a unified collective. They are unable to resist Lin Guang's massacre.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot.

"boom!"

Then there was another sound.

Those who dared to resist were restrained by Linguang's powerful "source". They lay on the ground whimpering, and were crushed into a lake of blood by the powerful weight.

Several people wearing the insignia of the Holy Inquisition stood behind Lin Guang, watching this scene indifferently.

The blood flows and opens.

The source of the dead body did not float towards the shooter, but poured into Lin Guang's hand uniformly, as if it had penetrated into his body.

As the back of Lin Guang's hand became brighter and brighter, until it reached a certain level, he looked at the prostrate lambs coldly, turned and left.

The gunfire stopped.

Apart from a pool of blood, not even a body was left in the square. Only the low cries of survivors and the mournful roars of those who lost their loved ones were left.

"Why……"

"Why is the world like this..."

Low cries penetrated into this land full of blood.

Su Mingan looked at this scene.

He knew this was just history repeating itself.

Since there was a break during this period to return to the city of measurement, it means that the scene presented by Caiusta is only false. Nothing he does can change what has happened in history.

With his mind calm, he turned his head - and suddenly saw the execution place in the central square not far away, with fire rising into the sky. Someone was being burned at the stake.

On the execution platform, hanging on the burning cross, was a burnt figure.

The executed man was dead. The flames burned through his body, burning his skin and bones. He hung on the shelf, motionless.

Among the onlookers, a young red-haired woman covered her child's eyes.

"Why - why did they burn daddy to death! Why! What did daddy do wrong? Isn't he just... not completing daily prayers on time? Why do we have to listen to gods who cannot show up..." The child cried.

"Shh-" The woman listened and covered the child's mouth: "Yao Wen, be quiet, be careful not to be overheard..."

After a moment, she placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Your father is gone, and he went to enjoy the world without turbulence..." The young woman whispered softly: "From now on, I will be your mother, okay? You can call me Feisi, or you can call me Feisi.

Mother Si..."

The young child cried so hard that his face was a mess. His eyes were filled with confusion.

He didn't understand why the world was so cruel to him, why it had to burn a living person to death.

...Just for the so-called gods?

…Who are the gods? Why do we listen to their whispers?

The crowd of onlookers watched this scene, but no one dared to come forward to comfort him. They left here numbly.

Only the red-haired young woman and the child were left hugging each other tightly, like a most pitiable mother and child in the apocalypse.

The blazing fire almost covered the sky, and the charred figure on the cross stood behind them like a bright red flag.

"...Someone come and save us." The child cried bitterly.

"Please."

"Who can...save us."

The flag fluttered and melted into the blood-red sunlight,

Like living with fire.

…

Su Mingan turned around.
Chapter completed!