Bloodstained Truths Uncovered Chapter 105

It had just rained in the small town in the south. The autumn rain was wet, cold and continuous. The interval at this time was to pave the way for the reappearance of the rain curtain. The air was filled with a heavy layer of water vapor. If you wave your hand in the air, you can scoop up a handful of moist mist.

The houses in my memory have been demolished, and this street has also undergone earth-shaking changes. The courtyards of every household have disappeared, replaced by town buildings, hospitals, squares, and shops. These modern buildings stand on the foundation of the land, firmly rooted. It seems that they have been here for a long time, so long that they can't be recalled. It seems that this small town full of greenery and tenderness in the rain curtain of Jiangnan has never experienced those days of closure and backwardness.

Time is like a hurricane, pushing down walls and roofs. The wind sobbed and powerfully swept away all the land where blood had been shed and corpses had been buried, and sprinkled a handful of seeds of peace in the soil, carefully nurturing the seeds to sprout, and growing wildly in the fast-flowing time, growing into a large tree that surrounded the city, and the thick shade under the tree was the shadow of the monster's heart.

People in the city cannot leave, and people outside the city cannot come in.

Those memories of misfortune that had accompanied him like a shadow and never ceased to exist were easily abandoned by time, forgotten in a dusty and mossy corner. Like an injured or dying old beast, it crept in a dark corner, gasping for air, waiting for the world to forget it, waiting for its bones to turn into ashes and drift away in the hurricane that changed the world. It was as if this world had never existed, and had never brought anyone irreparable and irreparable pain and suffering.