Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 493 Return

   "You can hit me now!"

   This cry seemed to tear apart the night before dawn, the darkest moment.

  Among the prisoners, one after another threw out the protein bars hidden on their bodies.

  Throw it into the pigsty, and some of them may fall outside if you are not sure.

  In the past, when someone saw a protein bar thrown away by someone else, they would immediately pick it up and stuff it in their mouth, before eating it.

   Long-term nutritional deficiencies make their eyes shine when they see any food.

  But this time, no one snatched the protein bar that fell on the ground.

  If someone picks it up, it will be thrown back into the pigsty.

  More and more Qing's intelligence personnel are throwing the protein bars they hid to Qing Chen. They know that after today, there will be a big search in the prison area, and if they don't throw it now, they will be searched by the Gods.

   Those animals who are in charge of taking care of them will definitely not allow prisoners to hide food after what happened today.

   Until this moment, the other prisoners did not know.

  These seemingly numb Qing's intelligence personnel, in fact, the moment Qing Chen came here, the flame in his heart had been rekindled.

  The prisoners who have been numb for an unknown period of time do not know what they have gone crazy, as if they are enjoying their long-lost freedom.

  They pushed and shoved the Jindai soldiers to prevent them from whipping Qing's intelligence officers.

  They belong to different forces, and some of them don't even belong to any force. But here, they all have a sad background and want to try to resist.

  The soldiers of the Age of Gods called for the support of the barracks, and they wanted to suppress this place by force!

   "Do you think you'll be fine with a whip?" Kamashiro Yunzhi walked slowly from the barracks, and he said with a sneer, "If that's the case, people would think I'm a charity here."

  The prisoners fell silent when they saw Kamyo Unnao appearing.

   Too afraid to look up and meet his gaze.

   For a long time, Shendai Yunzhi was the biggest haze in their hearts.

"Break the legs of the two instigators," Shendai Yunzhi said, "Break them in front of Qing Chen, and then hang them outside the pigsty for a few days and see if they can survive." Watch your own life."

  There is no law here. Goddai Yunzhi can break anyone's leg if he wants to.

  Except for Qingchen.

  Qing Chen chewed the protein bar in his mouth seriously, thinking about why Jindai didn't directly hurt his body, was it to seize his body, but the news that he couldn't be seized should have already reached Jindai.

   Or is it that the Age of Gods has a new method, and it is still possible to make itself the target of being taken away?

  He probably has a guess in his mind, because there are not many reasons that can explain the behavior of the Generation of Gods.

  Qing Chen watched silently as the two intelligence officers of the Qing Clan were pinned to the ground, about to have their legs broken by soldiers from the Age of Gods.

  He can't do anything now, and the shackles weighing several thousand catties are restricting his freedom.

  He didn't roar, because roaring is useless.

   He also has no anger, because anger is also useless.

   All Qingchen can do is wait for his return, and then exhaust all his life's efforts to come back and fight back against the Age of God.

  But...something has to be done.

  The boy lowered his head, holding a stone in his hand, shackles on his wrists, and dirty mud under his feet.

  However, at this moment, the two intelligence officers of Qing's who were pushed to the ground suddenly turned their heads to look at him, and smiled: "It's okay."

   "Mr. Qingchen, it's okay, the responsibility lies."

   "Success does not have to depend on me."

  Qing Chen was stunned.

it does not matter.

   These four words were said by him, and now the other party returned them to him.

  Qing Chen seemed to be pulled back to the Gaotianyuan, and he and Zhang Wenqi sat side by side alone, watching their destiny finally arrive.

   It doesn't have to be me for a sentence of success.

  Zhang Wenqi is dead.

  Two Qing's intelligence officers were willing to have their legs broken, but they also threw him a protein bar.

  At first, Qing Chen was not touched when Zhang Wenqi died.

  Because he is not from the Qing family, he has no sense of identity with the Qing family.

   But at this moment, he suddenly thought of a question, he could not regard himself as a member of the Qing family, but those intelligence personnel pinned the Qing family's honor on him.

   Then for this illusory thing, one after another, he dedicated everything calmly.

  Is this the Qing family?

   Is this the foundation of Qing's standing in the Federation?

  Qing Chen seems to understand a little bit.

  With a clicking sound, the cold gun stock of a soldier from the Age of Gods fell down, and the leg bone of a Qing Clan intelligence officer was forcibly broken.

  The **** of this gun is so hard that the broken leg bones are exposed from the skin, which looks particularly tragic.

  Qing's intelligence personnel couldn't help roaring hissingly, like a beast walking in the wilderness, its thigh bone was broken by a huge trap.

  From then on, the fate waiting for him must be death.

  Qing Chen looked at the two intelligence officers, who were hung by ropes from the roof beams of the pigsty by the soldiers of Jindai, just hanging like this.

   Shaking in the cold wind.

  He suddenly stooped and continued to build his own stone wall.

The soldiers of the Age of Gods laughed wildly: "You hang here because of his broken leg. Do you see what he can do? Do you see a trace of anger in his expression? He is like a bull that has been gelded off. Fighting spirit!"

   "Intuit!"

  The hanged Qing Clan intelligence officer spit out thick phlegm on the face of the Jindai soldier, and then received another violent beating.

Shendai Yunzhi sneered: "Stop beating, just let the two of them hang here. Now they want to provoke you to want to die, but I won't let them do so. I want them to feel the pain and cold here. Now Anyone else want to throw protein bars, you can hang here with them."

  The prisoners cringed when they saw the two Qing agents.

   Qingchen continued to build the stone wall as if he didn't hear anything.

  At night, Qing Chen stopped building the stone wall, and suddenly stood on the edge of the pigsty and asked softly, "What's your name?"

   "Zhao Mingke."

   "Wang Yuchao."

   "How long have you been here?"

   "Nineteen years, three months and three days, I counted the days on my fingers every day, for fear that I would forget one day and my mind would become confused."

"does it worth?"

   "There is nothing worth it or not. I am so hungry every day, how can I have a chance to think about it."

"Um."

   "Mr. Qingchen, do you regret it?"

"No regrets."

   "Do you know Zhang Wenqi?" Qing Chen asked.

   "Sir, do you know Zhang Wenqi? That guy used to be one of the guards of the A02 base. He trained us very hard, but he will be a little more restrained when he strikes."

   "Well, before he died, he also said the six words 'Success doesn't have to be mine'," Qing Chen calmly looked at the starry sky.

  Zhao Mingke suddenly said: "Sir, do you know the meaning of these six words?"

  Qing Chen shook his head: "I still don't fully understand."

Zhao Mingke took a deep breath and said: "It not only tells us soldiers not to be afraid of sacrifice, but also tells the commander not to be kind to women. For a certain goal, sacrifice and bloodshed are inevitable. If you are afraid of sacrifice and bloodshed, then the victory won must be a false victory."

  Qing Chen thought for a while: "Got it."

  He continued to lower his head to build the stone wall, Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao just hung in the air.

  The two of them suddenly heard Qing Chen whispering something, and the cold wind howling made them unable to hear clearly.

  At a certain moment, the night breeze stopped.

   They heard that sentence clearly.

  The fourth day of the countdown to comeback.

  Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao no longer had the energy to chat, their heads were drooping, blood was bleeding from the wound on their legs, and they could barely stay awake.

  All the prisoners walked past them, and couldn't bear to take a look.

   And that young man named Qing Chen is still tirelessly building stone walls time and time again.

  The third day of the countdown to comeback.

  Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao have fallen into a coma.

   It's just that when they were unconscious, they were still muttering words.

   No prisoner dared to approach and listen to what they had to say.

   And that young man named Qing Chen was about to collapse.

  There is food, but the cold wind is still not something a seriously injured person can resist.

  Qing Chen's face turned red, which was a symptom of a persistent high fever.

   This was the first time he fell ill after becoming a knight.

  Even the body of the knight can't bear it anymore.

  The second day of the countdown to comeback.

  The breaths of Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao were barely audible, but they were still muttering about something.

   Among the prisoners, the intelligence officers of the Qing family tried their best to listen at the risk of being whipped.

  In the cold wind, Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao murmured softly: "But you have to understand, my friend, we can't face darkness with gentleness, we have to use fire."

   Those were the words they heard from Qing Chen when the wind stopped.

   At this time, it was scattered in the wind again.

  Qing's intelligence officer was stunned, he silently wiped away his tears, and then continued to walk towards the rock field.

  As usual, moving the never-ending rock.

   Lived the days of misery over and over again.

  The last day of the countdown to comeback.

   Qing Chen looked at the night sky again in the darkness.

  The vast stars are above the sky, as deep as the sea.

   "Sorry," Qing Chen said.

  He said it to Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao, without further explanation, only these two words.

  Sorry to bother you.

  Sorry I couldn't save you.

  Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao were on their deathbeds. After hearing these three words, he opened his eyes again like a flash of light, and then opened his chapped lips for a long time and smiled: "It's okay."

   Then there was no sound.

   These four words again.

  He told Qing's intelligence officers twice, and the other party returned it to him twice.

  However, the other party is still alive this time.

  Qing Chen was not sad, he continued to build stones, and felt the desperate power in his muscles, trembling, twisting, surging.

  The body that was about to be exhausted and used to its limit suddenly gave the young man a feeling of exhilaration.

  At some point, just when he felt like he was going to fall.

  Somewhere deep in the body, there was suddenly burning pure power, which was suddenly stimulated to all limbs and bones.

  It seems that a wave of warm ocean has poured into the ice ocean of the polar night.

  Qing Chen froze for a moment.

  He quickly realized what it was.

   This is the blood of the gods injected into him by the person who saved him in that valley.

  A drop of god's blood was diluted into five milliliters, and all of it was pushed into his body.

   This is something that even the kind of master who can hunt down and kill Shendai Yunhe wants to secretly get half of it.

  Qing Chen has heard of the blood of the gods. To be precise, only one **** has appeared in this world in the secret family history of the Federation Consortium...

   Ren Xiaosu left his name at 599 meters on the cliff of Qingshan.

   This is a **** that all financial groups are willing to admit, just because his blood can turn decay into magic, and his will is vast and vast.

  So if this is the blood of the gods, then it must be Ren Xiaosu's blood.

   It is said that he is the first human being who can live with cancer cells all over the body after unlocking the gene lock. All the cells in the whole body have become heteromorphic nuclei, bright and magnificent.

  Some people have also speculated that the emergence of superhumans in this world is also because Ren Xiaosu's will is too strong, which has affected the entire world.

  Before Ren Xiaosu awakened, there were not so many awakened people in this world. After he awakened, the awakened people gradually appeared.

   After injecting that drop of god's blood, Qing Chen only stabilized his injury at that time.

  He thought it was over.

  But at this moment, as Qing Chen's will reached a certain critical point, the diluted god's blood reappeared, nourishing his body with the mighty power of the gods.

  The blood of the gods cannot be absorbed by anyone who wants to absorb it. Only qualified people are worthy of absorbing it.

  Although what Qingchen absorbs is only one-tenth of it now.

  Qing Chen thought silently, with the relationship between the Federal Consortium and Ren Xiaosu, the only families that could receive the gift of the blood of the gods were the Li family and the Qing family, because they had fought side by side with the gods.

  Therefore, the person who saved himself and then threw himself into the Age of Gods must come from these two families.

   It's just that these are not important.

  Qing Chen felt the cold wind and the complexity deep in his heart, felt his body that was about to wither but was bursting with strength.

  The world fell into darkness.

  But you have to understand, my friend, we cannot face darkness with gentleness, but with fire.

   Return.

  (end of this chapter)