allonlinenovel Chapter 470 Before Dawn 16
Chapter 470 Before Dawn 16
Fu Qingfeng's body never fell down even after his death.
The audience watched him die in silence.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The smell of blood spread silently, filling everyone's nose and heart.
The tail end of his words seemed to still echo in the air.
The major breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued his speech proudly, "This is the result of disrespecting my Sakura Empire!"
He pointed at Fu Qingfeng's body and asked the Sakura soldiers behind him to cut off his head and hang it at the city gate.
In the crowd, Chaoge moved her fingers slightly, and before she could make a move, a noisy movement sounded around her.
In Xingtai, the man who sacrificed his life for justice had died heroically, but the bandits were unwilling to let him go and wanted to insult his corpse.
Some students who were also wearing long gowns couldn't bear it anymore, and roared with tears on their faces, and rushed straight to the stage.
There were also people wearing tattered black and gray clothes who raised their numb eyes, pushed and crowded, passed Chaoge who was standing still, and rushed to the stage like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
Xiaoyao thought that they rushed to the front because they wanted to protect Fu Qingfeng's body.
but……
They were in dark colors, and they stretched their arms as far as they could, took out steamed buns from their arms, and dipped them into the small pool of bright blood on the ground.
It was really stunned.
[No, why? ]
Xiaoyao had just observed that when Fu Qingfeng said those words on the stage, it obviously touched many people, but what are they doing now?
Eating human blood buns?
[I totally don’t understand! ]
The enemy, whose faces had become blurred, looked at the absurd scene before them and laughed loudly, and along with it, another group of people burst into tears.
In the bustling crowd, the first person who got the blood-stained steamed bun forced a smile of resurgence on his face.
"My son! You are finally saved!"
She began to struggle to squeeze out of the crowd again.
Xiaoyao looked over there.
She was an old lady with an old face and skin like dry bark. Her clothes were covered with patches and torn into several pieces by the crowd.
After she squeezed out of the crowd, she found that her ankle had been broken.
There were hideous purple marks crawling on it, and her ankle, which was originally as thin as a branch, was now swollen like the steamed bun in her hand that was soaked with blood.
But she felt no pain.
Dragging his miserable legs, he stuffed the black and red steamed buns into his arms like a madman.
"Life! Your life can be saved! My child! Mother is here!"
After this auntie, several other people came out with steamed buns.
Their clothes were tattered, and their bodies showed signs of years of hard work, with each one's exposed skin rougher than the other.
Originally they were simple and honest in the eyes of others, but in Xiaoyao's eyes, they now carried a sense of horror, fear, absurdity and pathetique.
In Xingtai, the Sakura soldiers and a group of people who wanted to protect Fu Qingfeng were still in a stalemate.
The young man’s back is unusually thin, yet he has an indomitable, almost tragic determination.
On the upper floors of both sides, some scholars who looked aged for a moment were watching in silence, some were wailing and scattering pale paper money, and some children in exquisite and gorgeous clothes were looking at the chaos downstairs with ignorant eyes and letting out a crisp and inappropriate laugh.
On the outskirts of the crowd, a status-symbolizing car was parked in a corner with its windows closed.
All living things.
The major may have been in the mood to watch the show, so he did not let his men shoot.
At this time, Fu Qingfeng's son appeared quietly in the chaos.
He looked so disheveled that a lens was missing from his glasses.
The young man held the crying baby in his arms.
He fell heavily to his knees in the chaotic crowd with a thud, and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Dad! I have a successor! Your grandson, Lieguang, is born!"
He thought of his father's last words before he left.
"A single spark is not enough, so let the bright light shine on this land."
Before Fu Qingfeng died, he left the name Lieguang to his unborn grandson.
After barely saying these words, the young man hunched over in pain and cried out along with the young baby in his arms.
The clouds in the sky were gloomy, as if there were terrifying and ferocious beasts hiding inside, ready to pounce down at any time and brutally bite everyone to death.
The child's cry pierced the sky amid the noisy background sound. The thick dark clouds seemed to be frightened by the power contained in the cry and fled in panic, revealing the obscured sunrise.
A ray of sunshine descended upon the world and fell on the baby who was still ignorant of the world.
The death on the dark execution platform shrouded by dark clouds is so cold and cruel, while the new life below the platform favored by the sun is so vibrant.
Life and death go hand in hand, but hope never ends.
Chaoge loosened his clasped fingers slightly.
A gust of wind blew, and the tattered papers fell to the ground and were trampled under the feet of the crowded crowd.
That's half a newspaper.
Someone bent down and picked it up.
Qian Yijun's face was as pale as paper, his lips were pressed into a stubborn straight line, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing with great grief and anger.
She held the torn paper tightly in her palm, and the few words that emerged from it revealed the reason why Fu Qingfeng had gone through this incident.
"A Letter to Four Hundred Million Compatriots"
Chaoge remembered clearly what was written on it.
At that time, she advised Fu Qingfeng to leave, but he refused.
The kind old man just shook his head firmly.
[Host, Mr. Fu is full of talent. If he leaves, he will definitely be able to write more world-famous articles. Why does he have to die? ]
Chaoge closed his eyes slightly.
The breeze passed by her, carrying smoke and blood.
[The policy of keeping the people ignorant for thousands of years needs the baptism of blood and cruel reality to break it. Those who have not yet awakened need a thunderclap to make them learn to think for themselves...]
After thousands of years, they have become accustomed to endurance.
Endure humiliation, hunger, illness and poverty.
Until they can no longer survive, they will pick up hoes, spatulas, sickles... and fight for a peaceful life for future generations.
If only someone could point me in a direction.
And Boss Fu wants to be a pioneer.
No matter how many times this land is destroyed or how many times it sinks, the people on this land will eventually stand up.
He is the spark, and those who come after him can become the blazing light.
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The chaos ended with a gunshot.
After that, the city had a few rare days of peace.
All the undercurrents are hidden beneath the calm surface of the water.
Zhao's parents' plan to leave was delayed after martial law was imposed at the city gate.
Zhao Wenyu had a bad feeling in his heart.
He didn't dare reveal his emotions in front of his parents and could only talk to Chaoge when there was no one around.
"This is how to do?"
Zhao Wenyu sighed.
Only after his parents are settled can he do things without any worries.