: 2632 The nightmare is over, it is time to go home (1)

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There are not many women in Fuso City, except for those who escaped from the killing of flowers.
Many women even waited for others to save, and they were killed by the group of men.
In fact, in the riots in Fuso City, the number of women is less than half that of men.
If a woman who does not participate in the killing of a hundred flowers is a high-ranking monk who takes one in the middle.
If there is still a wish, this is a period of time.
Even if the men in Fuso City waste firewood, they may not be able to take the lead.
The unequal number of people is even more difficult for these women to dig up the beasts of Fuso City in a short time.
However, humans cannot do it.
It does not mean that ghosts can't do it.
As a result, Fuso City once again became a human purgatory.
It’s just that in the past, it’s the innocent women.
Now, the causal cycle, the reincarnation of heaven, is the place where the executioners are buried.
Blood rushed out of the cracks in all directions and dyed the ground.
In the air, there is a rush of spiritual power, and it is also filled with a strong smell.
The scarred female practitioners, holding the knife in their hands, holding the sword.
Looked at the blurred body.
The sheets that once tortured their faces like demons are now distorted.
The bulging eyes are full of fear and despair, as if they had experienced the most terrible things in the world before they died.
"From now on, they can no longer hurt you and imprison you."
The voice looming in the ear, like a person, and like the match of countless people.
"You are so lucky... I am so lucky..."
"If we can wait for redemption, if we can live to this day..."
"But the girl told us..."
"The wrong one is not one of us, but the beast who dragged us into hell."
"You are us... your relief is our salvation..."
The women repaired their eyes sharply, holding the hand of the blade, and shivering uncontrollably.
They have realized who is talking.
It’s those souls!
It is already a smashed bone, buried in the sinful city of thousands of souls.
"We have no future, but you still have it!"
"So, these hands are blood-stained, let us do it!"
"The sin of this city, let us kill it!"
"This is the end of hatred, let us end!"
"And you, just take our hopes and future, go on, never look back!"
The girls looked up and looked at the sky.
There is nothing in the air, but the voice is clearly ringing in their ears and ringing in their hearts.
Resonate with them.
In the sky, a figure of white clothes like snow slowly drifted down.
It fell on the broken arm wall that was stained with blood and dust.
Her eyes swept through all the women present, and her eyes seemed to be gentle and flickering.
"The nightmare is over!"
Her tone is soft, her voice is clear, and she is striking the soul of those girls.
"You can go home."
Jingle--!
Someone couldn’t hold the sword in his hand and fell to the ground, and couldn’t help it anymore.
Some people also refused to let the blood flow down into the river, kneeling on the ground, crying.
The crying is so heartbreaking, so painful and broken.
It is as if to exhaust the pain, suffering and grievances of these years, all of them are vented clean.