noffsinger Chapter 440 Wave
Chapter 440 Wave
Ye Yingzhou's words were like a stone thrown into their hearts that had long been filled with fear and doubt, causing huge ripples.
Many people subconsciously looked at the pale faces of themselves or their loved ones, and a cold chill from the depths of their souls instantly swept through their bodies.
Lu Wensheng took a deep breath, and looked past the officials with fierce looks at the people further out who were huddled together to hide, terrified but still not fleeing.
Their eyes were filled with complex expressions, showing fear, confusion, and a hint of suspicion aroused by the rumors of recent days and the scene before them.
Lu Wensheng raised his voice, and it echoed clearly above the rushing river waves, carrying a kind of compassion that penetrated people's hearts and the sorrow of seeing the truth:
"Everyone! You think you are enjoying the 'rich life' brought by this formation, but have you ever seen clearly that this prosperity is nothing but a moon in the water and a flower in the mirror? It is a carefully woven illusion!
Do you really think that there is a real, free way to return from the dead in this world? One that can allow you to be safe and sound after the raging flood and enjoy the wealth and splendor that you could never have in your life? "
He paused, his eyes piercing as he scanned the officials who knew about the incident and whose faces suddenly changed.
"If there really is such a magical power that can change fate and reverse the cycle of life and death, why would it be used on you? What kind of favor do you have with the mastermind behind the scenes? Or do you think that you are more noble than the thousands of compatriots who are trapped at the bottom of the turbid river and cannot be reborn? More worthy of being 'praised'?!
This formation is nothing more than a cage to trap us ‘outsiders’! When his goal is achieved, what is the meaning of your existence as ‘nutrients’ that have lost their usefulness, and as ‘accomplices’ who know part of the truth but choose to remain silent?! Do you think he will still expend his energy to maintain this illusory bubble?! "
"boom--!"
As if to confirm Lu Wensheng's earth-shattering question, another even more violent wave slammed heavily on the broken embankment, shaking the entire altar slightly.
Deathly silence fell again.
But the silence this time was completely different from the previous frozen silence of fear.
The air was filled with shock, shaken, shame, anger, as well as great confusion and helplessness after the truth was revealed.
The soldiers' hands holding their weapons were trembling slightly, and they could no longer point them firmly at Lu Wensheng and others.
The high-ranking officials looked extremely unhappy, but were speechless for a moment.
Among the crowd of people, suppressed crying and angry whispers became louder and louder, and countless complicated gazes were focused on Wei Liang and others.
There was suspicion and fear in that look, but more importantly, it was a forcibly awakened, long-lost anger belonging to "human beings" and a desire for the right to survive!
The urgent atmosphere, coupled with the fierce and turbid river, was like a guillotine hanging over people's heads, almost breaking their hearts to the limit.
Fear is like cold river water, soaking every inch of skin and seeping into the bone marrow.
They are like a group of lambs, driven by an invisible whip, wandering in fear and confusion, not knowing where they should go or where the way to survive is.
But they are not real lambs after all.
The lambs can settle down after being fed a few handfuls of grass, forget their fear, and live their lives in numbness after the butcher's knife falls and their companions are killed. But they cannot.
Why is life always so difficult for them?
Isn't it the same for the real world outside Xiangsheng City, which is hidden by vague memories?
To live means to resist the claws of unknown demons, to beware of the layers of calculations with ulterior motives, to watch the cracks in the land after the disaster, to look at the clay and wooden sculptures on the high shrines with drooping eyebrows and indifferent to all living things, life and death are exhausting, and suffering is endless...
They just want to live, live humbly, and finding a corner to settle down in this world has become a luxury.
The rough and wrinkled hands have experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, but they can't grasp anything, and can't hold on to a bit of security.
Those gods and demons who can make clouds and rain with a wave of their hands, those superior men sitting on the clouds, they are high above and regard all living beings as ants.
And they, being fooled, trapped in a cage of lies, will eventually be ruthlessly abandoned... like the residue after the juice has been squeezed out.
People who are always numb will feel their hearts hurt by the pressure of a huge rock; deep in the silent soul, the gaps in the spine that have been bent by layers of discipline are already filled with rust and blood scabs from the shackles.
“Boom—crash!!!”
The turbid waves of the Xiangsheng River once again violently hit the broken embankment, making a crisp and heavy breaking sound!
The cold water foam mixed with the smelly river mud lashed the faces and bodies of the people nearby like a whip.
This deafening sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting an invisible barrier hard!
"Click..."
It was as if something, deep within countless souls, made a loose and crisp sound along with the roar of the waves!
A force, a silent yet extremely fierce will to survive and resist that comes from the life instinct, is like a surging underground fire, instantly filling and pouring into every frail bone, igniting every pair of eyes that are blurred by tears but refuse to droop.
It was no longer pure fear, but a torrent of overwhelming hatred and resolute courage that burst out after being suppressed to the extreme! It washed away the numbness and ignited the dormant blood!
"If you all treat us as chess pieces, then we'll overturn the game!"
"Even if I lose my soul, I will not allow myself to be slaughtered! How can I contribute to the interests of my enemies?!"
"Yes! At worst, I won't live!"
First, a figure who looked like a young student suddenly straightened his back, and his hoarse voice, with a desperate determination, pierced through the haze of fear.
The next person to respond was a farmer with dark skin and thick knuckles.
He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, as if he wanted to condense all the strength that had been squeezed out of him over the years and all the dignity that had been ignored into this roar!
A pair of turbid eyes were burning with a raging fire, clearing away the clouds and mist.
That is the determination to die together that bursts out after the desire for life is completely trampled upon!
More voices broke out from the crowd, high and low, from middle-aged men, teenagers, and even an old woman crying.
The sound was a little chaotic at first, but soon it converged into a low and powerful harmony, like the endless surging waves of the elephant river under your feet, one wave higher than the other, hitting the crumbling dam!
The chest of a silent person is also hot, and he does not close his eyes even when crying. His salty pupils hide undiluted courage.
Yes, they are just a drop in the ocean.
Like a frog at the bottom of a well, the vastness above its head is the journey home that must be measured inch by inch, carrying the glimmer of destiny to break free from the elegy of mud and sand.
Every step toward the top is a farewell, every inch is a pilgrimage.
Just like a tiny mayfly, born in the morning and dead in the evening, life is as short as a candle in the wind. If you are not careful, the only short morning and evening that belongs to you will be ruthlessly taken away.
However, mayflies also have a fleeting brilliance, and their fragile glimmers, when gathered together, can also ignite a more resolute and heroic burning that burns away all darkness!
Fight against the sky with an unyielding will! Fight against the devil with an immortal soul! Fight against people with an immortal heart!
This is their tenacious life, an ordinary yet brilliant life.