On the bed of the sanatorium, a numb-looking young man was lying on the bed, with his hair sloppy and as thin as a dry bone. At this moment, mixed footsteps sounded, and a man and a woman walked to his bed, but he didn't even move his eyes, lowered his head, no longer energetic, as if he was dead.

Suddenly, he lost his comrades, his friends, his strength, and his faith. Even this body was just surviving. His heart was already silent. He hated why he didn't die at that time, and why was he picked up like a dead dog?

"When will you continue to be decadent? Have you been fed to the dogs by the front line, Qinggu, your fighting spirit, your glory, and your oath?"

After a while, among the two, the woman with glasses tied with buns looked at his decadent appearance. Although she felt a little distressed, she was still angry and in angered tone, hoping that he would cheer up and not be defeated by difficulties.

As a good young man, she understands, his heart is usually quite big. How could it become like this because of a blow? To be honest, she has never been able to figure it out!

Hearing this movement, Qinggu raised his eyelids and looked at her slightly, his face as if dead, with an extremely ugly stiff smile, he said hello, and then returned to silence.

"**ah…"

This perfunctory attitude made Jiang Xian pause, his chest fluttered and he was about to move, and soon he reached out with one hand, patted her on the shoulder, shook her head gently, and asked her to go out first.

After hesitating for a second, she sighed, knowing that her hot temper was not suitable for enlightening others, so she turned around and left, and there were only two people left in the room. Bai Yingkong, whose eyes were covered with white cloth, did not have so much concern, so she lit a cigarette on her own.

"You probably don't mind!"

He spitted out a breath of smoke, as if he had spitted out the pressure he had recently accumulated. He couldn't help but show a soothing expression, then glanced at Qinggu, sat by the bed, and whispered.

"If you have anything to ask...ask now!"

After a few minutes, Qinggu finally reacted a little and slowly raised his head. Suddenly, his only left hand grabbed the director who had been respected by him in the past. His eyes were covered with bloodshot and he was a little hysterical.

"Xiao Yan is dead!"

"Well, I know, but she is also a warrior. You should be mentally prepared!"

Bai Yingkong lowered his head and took a sip of cigarettes again. Because he couldn't see his eyes, he couldn't see any expression. He just nodded and replied lightly.

"The undead are dead, I found clues... I can't get rid of you..."

Qinggu couldn't help but remain silent for a few seconds, staring at the other person with a floating look. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask deeply but hesitated. He didn't know whether he wanted to know the answer or not.

"Yeah, that's right!"

Bai Yingkong paused his movements, crushed the cigarette butts, then raised his head, as if he was looking at Qinggu. The next second, he nodded and admitted it.

"Why!"

Seeing that he did not hide his cover up this time, even if he continued to lie to him, Qinggu became even more hysterical. Why didn’t he even want to lie to him this time? Because he is a useless person!

"Why? Because I don't want you to think too much! Why, because he knows too much, but he just can't tell the good and evil, too naive! Why, how do you think our Federation has been continued!"

"It depends on strength? You should also know the most, but no, it is prudence, choice, sacrifice. Any signs of great harm must be extinguished. Even if you and even me are sacrificed, this is our mission!"

Bai Yingkong shook his head and replied calmly, maybe some people would not understand, but this is the principle of the watchman. They are very clear about their positioning. As weak people, they can survive only by being cautious in everything.

Hearing this answer, Qinggu burst into tears and laughed, his face turned sad and angry and painful. Finally, he slowly let go of his hand, lay down again, and returned to silence, and did not ask any more questions. If he had thought about unraveling the truth before, but now he shrank his head, fearing that he would give up completely because of this.

"The Federation still needs you now, soldiers!"

Seeing that Qinggu was motionless, Bai Yingkong stood up, squinted his eyes, inserted his one-handed hand into his coat pocket, and continued to speak.

"There is another terrifying resurrection of ghosts and gods. I have a premonition that this may be a signal. A dark turmoil that is even larger than a decade ago may be coming. The darkness is revived, and a peaceful life will never come back, and no one can escape!"

"The Federation has sacrificed three close gods in a short time, with countless elites. In order to deal with the crisis of destruction that is close to us, we need stronger guardian forces, otherwise, the country and the seed will be destroyed in front of us!"

He never expected that when he heard such a serious situation, Qinggu turned his eyes slightly, his fingers trembled slightly, and his mind was suddenly grabbed. Even if his heart was silent, he could not really sit still.

Since he abandoned his name and became a holder, although in his parents' eyes he had long died, only he knew that he was still alive and silently stared at his parents living in the safe area.

So he...can't sit idly!

Thinking of this Qinggu whispered with a sarcastic or desolate smile.

"I am really worthy of being the director! I'm so tight, but what's the use of giving me this body to you now!"

"No, you don't need to force you to change anything. Your current state is not a problem, and it is also the direction we need to try. Perhaps the effect is better or not!"

Bai Yingkong shook his head again, and planned to create a god. According to official statistical research, in terms of enduring terrifying mental pressure, both those with firm minds and those with a dead mind are similar. After all, sometimes geniuses and madmen are only separated by a line, and the latter is even better used, as long as you grasp the degree.

Anyway, the lasting federation does not expect much, and it does not even dare to improve it like this. The ultimate goal is just for one or two full-strength outbreaks. It is safe and easy to use, with the least hidden dangers. As long as you meet the mental standards and lie down.

If you really want to recover from the blow, Qinggu's will will be medium at most, but it is not as good as some extreme obsessions. Unless you recover completely and have a real spiritual transformation, you will not last long!

"Haha, is that right? Do you want to do any experiments with me? Then... take it, I have nothing to do with it, life and death are meaningless. Take whatever I want!"

Bai Yingkong glanced at him a little, and he didn't explain the misunderstanding that the little guy was stubborn. It was good to have such a misunderstanding. Since he couldn't be reborn from the fire, then continue to fall into the darkness and burn the darkness and exudes afterglow!

No matter the black cat or white cat, those who catch mice are good cats.
Chapter completed!