The rain gradually stopped, and the dim moonlight returned to the world.

On the completely broken white stone mountain road, a wounded monkey climbed up to the highest peak with difficulty, holding on to half of a broken brass stick. He shook the fur all over his body, and rainwater mixed with blood splashed all over the ground.

Behind him was the Shura Hell formed by countless broken flesh and broken black powder. The only visible shapes were the crab monster and the undead monster. However, the mechanical limbs of the crab monster were completely shattered.

His body, which was stitched together with something unknown, was flowing with stinking purple liquid, and the undead monster's whole body of white bone armor was shattered into powder, but his body was not damaged at all, but he could no longer move.

It's like a magical machine that has lost its power.

Sun Wukong shook his dizzy head and reluctantly took a step, but it was difficult for his body to maintain his action after using all his strength. With just one step, he staggered and almost fell to the ground, holding on to the root with one hand.

The huge copper-yellow stick was almost completely broken. Sun Wukong gritted his teeth tightly. The force almost caused his sharp teeth to pierce his lips. Finally, he stood up.

Then he suddenly stopped moving, because he saw a sword. An emerald green strange-shaped sword. At this moment, it was quietly inserted in the brightly lit white stone square, with residual raindrops falling from its perfect shape.

The sword slipped off, but it was still as sharp as before.

But...but the man who once held this strange-shaped sword and shuttled like a meteor through the rainy night is no longer there.

The white stone square was empty except for the dripping rain. Only General Burnham Darkwell, wearing full-body black armor, stood alone. His long black sword had been put back into its black sheath. He did not

He looked at Swain and Darius who were lying on the ground, and he didn't look at Sun Wukong who was staggering forward with a broken bronze stick. Instead, he raised his head and stared blankly at the dark silhouette of a distant mountain not far away.

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Sun Wukong looked at the emerald green gun for a long time and then spoke, his voice hoarse as if something was stuck in his throat: "Is he really dead?"

The general, who was as silent as a statue, moved his head and seemed to have come back to his senses. He glanced at Sun Wukong with his dark eyes and gave a low expression of gratitude, but he had no intention of doing anything to Sun Wukong.

"If you seek benevolence and gain benevolence, you will be considered a worthy death." Sun Wukong looked straight at the emerald green sword, and suddenly laughed loudly and sharply twice, and finally laughed out loud, "What a pity."

,pity……"

"The great revenge will never be avenged. It's a pity... but..." Before he could say the word "Xi", the broken bronze stick that Sun Wukong was leaning on the ground was thrown out fiercely. However, due to lack of strength, it fell to the ground feebly in the middle.

, after making a few crisp noises, it rolled to Burnham's feet and stopped moving.

Sun Wukong glanced at the broken copper-yellow stick a little tiredly. He felt sleepy and wanted to say something else, but in the end he couldn't resist the pain and fell backwards, rolling down like a rock.

The towering granite mountains fell into the endless darkness.

General Burnham no longer looked at the entrance, kicked the broken stick under his feet, and watched it roll unsteadily against the emerald green strange-shaped sword. When it touched, it made a sound in the empty night.

A sound as clear and crisp as a bird's song.

"What a pity." He said to himself, and then looked at the distant mountain in the distance again.

On that mountain, a guy in a dark cloak was also looking at the brightly lit former palace.

"There's only so much I can help you with, old friend." He whispered into the night.

"Bye now."

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Thousands of miles away, Zhan Zhan College. The heavy rain has begun to subside.

Dim yellow lights wandered aimlessly around the corners and alleys, brisk music leaked from the cracks in the theater door, and carriages returning at night jingled crisp bells at the end of the street. Everything seemed serene and calm.

No one would know that many people died tonight on the granite mountain thousands of miles away. Blood covered the entire mountain road. Bright flowers may bloom next year. No one would know that a man like a shooting star died tonight.

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So no one knows what Heath Ledger is thinking at this moment.

Raindrops dripped from the dilapidated tent, and the dilapidated wind lantern flickered on and off in the cold night wind.

Heath Ledger stretched out his hand to catch the dripping raindrops, one drop, two drops, and a cold feeling spread in his palm, very cold.

Heath Ledger took a deep breath and patted the head of his sister who was leaning on his lap. He wanted to say something, but he heard a slight cry. The tears on his face had not dried yet, and the little girl had quietly fallen asleep.

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Also, today, she must be frightened.

While Heath Ledger wiped away her tears, he recalled with some fear what happened after entering the city at night.

It was still raining at that time, and the leader Sacco said that the circus had run out of oil and asked him to go out and buy it. At that time, he only vaguely felt that the oil would be enough for three days, but he went out without much thought.

But what happened next... Heath Ledger once again recalled the scene he saw after returning with a bucket of lamp oil, and couldn't help but squeeze his hands tightly again, until his fists turned white.

They, Sacco, that pig, he actually... dared to do such a thing, if Heath Ledger hadn't felt a little uneasy in the middle, and ran back with the oil drum without even bargaining...

So Jessica…

Thinking of my sister's thin sapphire-like body struggling under the dim oil lamp...

I think of those circus scumbags surrounding that pig and forcing Jessica into a corner like they were chasing a white sheep...

Heath Ledger seemed to hear the sound of clothes being torn apart again, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the dagger he had brought out from the village.

What does it feel like to kill someone?

"elder brother……"

"I'm here." Heath Ledger, who was already almost in a daze, woke up and turned around after hearing his sister's cry. He quickly looked at the thin girl on his lap, but he didn't expect that it was just his sister's dream.

Chinese gibbering.

Heath Ledger breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously glanced at the puddle in front of his tent, and was immediately startled by what he saw inside.

Those red eyes like those of a hungry beast...

"I really want to kill you." Heath Ledger couldn't help but whisper as he looked at his sister on his lap who still frowned from time to time in her sleep.

"Brother..." Jessica shouted again.

"I'm here." Heath Ledger thought she was talking in her sleep again and didn't pay attention.

"Don't kill anyone." Jessica opened her eyes and said quietly, "We... are not demons."

Heath Ledger froze there, devil...

"How could it be?" Heath Ledger said with a smile after a long time, "We are good people, not evil."

"Yes, she is a good person." Jessica smiled, a pure smile. That smile reminded Heath Ledger of the pond in his hometown many years ago. In spring, you can see red carp at the bottom of the pond.

"Sleep, I'll watch over you." Heath Ledger also smiled, but his eyes looked through the gaps in the tent into the silent night outside.

Are you a good person...have some candy?

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First update.

I shouldn't have played lol...but the version was revised...and I accidentally played two games...
Chapter completed!