He was not arrested and subjected to stolen.

As the Holy Allied forces kicked open his door, he finished humming the song and smiled and said, "You are finally here, but the special medicine is no longer in my hands."

Then he picked up the silver revolver in the drawer, pointed it at his temple, and thumped it.

The blood red of the sunset is the same color as the blood flowing out. The stars are twinkling in the universe, and a meteor is falling towards another vast universe.

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"——Feng'er, Feng'er, please don't go back forever, please don't go back forever."

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【No.3                                                                                                                             �

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Yang Jiayu is a soldier in Longcheng.

Life is very simple. In addition to family and country feelings, it is also a wife and children.

On that day, he came back from guarding and wanted to make a cup of hot wolfberry tea. Suddenly, he saw a teleportation light flashing in the air and a glass bottle fell into his palm.

In an instant, a large number of memories poured into Yang Jiayu's brain. He gained all the memories of Tina and Ruth.

Yang Jiayu hesitated for a long time.

"I have a family, a wife, a children, and an 80-year-old mother. If I keep human history privately, my family will be implicated." Yang Jiayu murmured.

Looking at the Xiongguan outside the mountain, snow was pouring, and he clenched the glass bottle in his hand.

——But he was unwilling to give this glass bottle to the gods and thus cut off human history.

He remembered the ending of Tina and Ruth - they were obviously just two ordinary people, but they could immediately decide to bear everything. They were once extremely ordinary in life, but they could burn at the last moment of their lives and burst out with extremely strong light.

What a great dedication.

Yang Jiayu sat in front of the thermos for a long time, looking at the snow outside the gate, the warm heat floated over his wrinkled face. He looked at the military uniform hanging at the door, staring at the shoulders, and then pressed his finger on the photo on the table, groping his wife's face in the photo.

The road to the pass is as iron as iron, but now we have taken steps to cross the road.

He didn't know how long the transmission of this fire would last, how many people would span—the gods would constantly send Holy Allies to capture the holders of the special medicine. The hot fire was already in his hands, and only if it was passed on to the next safer person in time, the fire could be passed on.

"Squad leader, if you are still alive, you will definitely pat my shoulder and say to me: Young man, don't be afraid, you are the defender of human history, don't be afraid."

Yang Jiayu touched the old yellowed photos in the drawer, and his old face smiled slightly. He remembered the years in the past in the army. They gathered around a big pot to chat about when the snow would stop, when would they be able to go home, and when would they come to late spring?

The snow will stop.

As long as someone works hard for this, he wants to see the sunshine falling from the clouds.

As long as the fire can reach a human being that even gods cannot kill.

Only in this way can this endless transmission of fire be considered the end. Only then can human history be considered to be preserved.

——Will there be such a person in this world?

Yang Jiayu didn't know, but he felt that he should pass on the fire.

He placed his wife and children in a safe place. He took the glass bottle and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Allied Army had surrounded the place. They looked solemn and cold, and they wanted to execute him.

Yang Jiayu smiled bitterly in the face of the raging flames.

"God, I am indeed paying close attention to this world." He said to himself: "You know the movements of every human being, but why do you ignore the sufferings in the world?"

He groped through the old photos in his arms, and used teleportation talismans to teleport the glass bottle away. Facing the burning flames, he closed his eyes and opened his arms as if embracing the entire green mountain.

On that day, the flames burned in the north of Longcheng and almost dyed the sky red. The Yang family's wife was waiting on the other side of the city, without waiting for her simple and hardworking husband.

The thermos cup with wolfberry soaked still stayed on the table, and no one closed the lid of the cup again. The hot air stained, and the interior of the border was silent.

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A drop of water will resist a great river.

——Who can say this is brave or blind, and who can say this is heroic or dull?

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【No.4                                                                                                                             �

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Weiklev is an elderly priest who has crawled solemnly at the festival and has also listened to the oracles of the gods.

However, when the glass bottle arrived in his hands, he sat in the room for a night and decided to violate his beliefs in his life - to pass on it.

At least, his place is not the end yet. He is not the one who can fight against the gods. This glass bottle cannot be left with him.

He had seen children brutally killed for breaking into the temple, he had seen priests massacre innocent residents, and he wanted to fight once.

However, he was arrested as soon as he left the church.

Finally, he threw out the glass bottle hard and fell into the hands of a street girl.

The moment he was pierced by the sword, his old and dry lips kept kissing the cross on his neck, and the blood dyed bright silver red.

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I have turned my faith and become an unclean person.

Please continue to pass it on, may the ancient old God bless you.

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【No.5                                                                                                                             �

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The moment Nanaka Fujisaki took the glass bottle, the memories of the first four people poured into her mind, and she immediately chose to use the talisman to escape.

She is a painter, a young painter who travels around the world.

The life of escaping with the glass bottle made her regret a little, but she had already carried the emotions and hopes of the first four people. These emotions repeatedly collided with her selfishness, and she did not choose to hand over the glass bottle.

——Human history, human history!

How many pearls of the sea will be hidden in it, how many precious paintings are hidden? How could she bear it... let them be buried from now on and never see the light. She remembered the tears of her art teacher when she burned ancient paintings. This romantic emotion of the artist made her unable to look back.

She fled all the way, painted all the way, and ran towards the headquarters of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance. She knew that the Human Self-Rescue Alliance was the only organization that openly resisted the gods and had to hand over the glass bottles to them.

On the way, she handed the glass bottle to the messenger of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance, and then she felt relieved and planned to return to her hometown.

However, the Holy Allies still want to kill her.

On the way back home, the bows and arrows of the Holy Allied Army penetrated her body, and the snow-white painting paper in her backpack was scattered all over the ground, dyed with blood, like the feathers of white birds.

She slowly fell down in the scattered blood-red feathers, and her eyes were filled with her paintings. They were dancing in the air, as if an angel was singing praises.

She vomited blood, and a secret pain appeared in her heart.

——If history is erased, all art will be buried.

Will anyone look back and be attached to art paintings that have been long-lasting?

Will anyone still remember the story of which era is recorded on their drawing paper?

If everything drawn today will be burned by flames in a few years, should they escape from this rain?

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Nanaka Fujisaki was at the end and didn't feel regretful.

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【No.6                                                             �

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As the messenger of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance, Bartholomew ran day and night with a glass bottle.

On the way, the bow and arrow stabbed him in the back and nailed him to the ground.

The Saint Allied Forces arrived and found that the dead Bartholomew was not holding a glass bottle, but a copy that distracted them. The cap was engraved: [Hmph, don't try to steal the history of mankind. Was it fooled by me? The glass bottle had been spread by me!] A small word.

Bartholomew thought, this would leave enough time for those who came later.

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【No.7                                                             �

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Shen Yuqing typing on the keyboard and sent the email asking for help to the company. She clicked on her phone and wanted to send a text message. The next second, the sudden Holy Allied Army talisman pierced her forehead, ending her life.

The Holy Allied Forces failed to find her glass bottle, which had been taken over by her lover and crossed safely to the distance in the car.

With a "click", the bloody phone fell to the ground, and the lit screen maintained the text message she sent before she finished:

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【Mom, I want to eat braised pork ribs tonight…】

The text message was quickly replied to.

[Qingbao, what else do you want to eat? Braised pork ribs, right? Zhong! Mom has cooked chicken soup and is waiting for you to go home.]

What Shen Yuqing regrets most is that she did not say goodbye to her mother in the end.

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To be continued...