Li Weiwei suppressed this thought, and continued to scroll down. They were all children's drawings, all of which were related to the man holding the scepter. Sometimes they were with the child, and sometimes they appeared in the clouds. Unfortunately, their faces were all painted over.blacken.

No, rather than being blacked out, it is more like being erased. The smears are all the same size, obviously not something humans can do, it should be some kind of mysterious power.

Occasionally there are two paintings without people in the middle, but there will be a long snake-like creature, but with horns on its head, she guesses that the snake should be the man holding the scepter, because only their faces can seeunclear.

Is it a dragon?

Thinking of Long XX, Li Weiwei thought it was very possible.

She wanted to continue to flip through the pages, but the album was at the end. She touched the bottom page with her fingers reluctantly. Although they were all children's paintings, the painters were very simple, but they could feel the full of emotion in them.

That Mr. Long must be very popular with children.

Li Weiwei suddenly felt a bulge. She rubbed it repeatedly to make sure it was not her own illusion, so she picked up the book and searched carefully, found a gap on the cover, carefully took off the cover, and then saw a small chip stuck on it.

She held it up to her eyes and felt that it was like a memory card. After thinking about it, she decided to ask Ma Ma to read the information inside.

Such a huge city is full of high-rise buildings, and Li Weiwei is able to imagine the scene when it is "alive". Countless suspended cars shuttle between the ring tracks, and people come and go on the streets, no different from Jiuyin Street.

She was really curious about why such a prosperous civilization disappeared.

"drop"

A bit of blue light spread around her, Li Weiwei looked around vigilantly, there was no change in the surroundings, no, it felt different.

The library just now looked like an old old picture, but now it has a kind of popularity. Although it is not much different, it looks brighter and more glamorous.

Suddenly a person came out from the outer door. It was a girl wearing a college uniform, holding a pile of books in her hands, and sending terminal messages with her friends.

The other party had a smile on his face, but Li Weiwei suddenly opened her eyes wide as if she saw something terrifying.

How could there be anyone here?

As if to prove this point, a short-haired girl ran out from behind the door again, caught up with the long-haired girl in front, and said angrily, "Why didn't you wait for me!"

The long-haired girl first shhed her mouth with her hand, and then apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, the library needs to be quiet, let's go out and talk."

The short-haired girl nodded, and the two walked out together.

Li Weiwei frowned and followed the two of them. They were walking towards the light source, so their figures were extraordinarily clear. When a gust of wind blew, she noticed the water-like fluctuations on the sides of the two female students' bodies, and immediately realized that they were just projections.

Yes, that memory card retains images.

She walked outside quickly, the wind blowing her hair.

It was a sunny day, and the library has been completely restored. The marble columns are beautiful off-white, with simple vertical patterns carved on them, and the floor is smooth and visible. Under the sixty-four steps, there is a wide and flat square, with floating spots from time to time.When the car stopped, friends who had met came chatting and laughing, and there were also young people holding documents alone.

The sun shone on their faces, and there was no haze. Farther away was the main road, with suspended vehicles passing by constantly, and buildings of various shapes. She looked at the silver-gray building in front of her, with a beautiful exterior.Not a speck of dust on the walls.

This place is undoubtedly lively, just as Li Weiwei imagined.

The more this happened, the more she wanted to know what happened, what kind of catastrophe it was that made such a mechanical heart stop beating.

"Everyone hold each other's hands tightly, and light up the terminals when crossing the road, do you understand?"

All the children answered in unison: "Yes, Mr. Hu."

Li Weiwei looked towards the voice, it was a combination of two adults and ten children, the two adults should be teachers, and the children were kindergarten students.

What is such a small child doing here?

She faintly felt that those children looked familiar. Wait, isn't this the child in those paintings? Although the face is not very recognizable, the hair and hairstyle match them, and they are still holding their own paintings in their hands.

With a thought, Li Weiwei walked to the side of the children, but in the painting here, the face of the man holding the scepter was still completely dark.

She sighed, it seemed that she had some kind of ability, who and what did this man do, so much effort was made to erase him.

Li Weiwei felt more and more doubts in her heart, such a peaceful scene made her doubt the reason for the city's destruction,

Only natural disasters and man-made disasters can cause people to die on a large scale. If it is a natural disaster, the buildings should not be preserved so well, then only man-made disasters.

Is it a tragedy like the kingdom of life?

Li Weiwei knew that the children in front of her were no longer there, but looking at their innocent and bright eyes, she still couldn't bear it.

She followed the children back to the library. The chip recorded must be the owner, so she could only follow the children.

The teacher brought the child to the place where Li Weiwei found the album again, and then took out the white books one after another. When the child put the paintings in, Li Weiwei realized that this was the album she saw.

But this album is not black, how could it be white...

Her heart beat heavily, thinking of a certain possibility, she just felt out of breath, maybe it was stained with blood.

After the child put all the paintings away, the teacher in white clapped his hands and said, "Then let's put this album in the National Library and come to see Master Long when everyone graduates, okay?"

The children said in unison: "Okay."

A little girl said: "I want to draw more for Master Long!"

"I want it too, I want it too, I'm the one who draws the most!"

Then the children quarreled over who would draw more paintings for Lord Long, and who was the one who admired him the most. The teacher couldn't laugh or cry, and just about to separate them, the ground suddenly jumped, and then there was an earth-shattering dragon chant outside.

The shock was really strong. The children fell to the ground, and the books on the bookshelves were staggered and fell down. Many books, like dictionaries, were very thick. It would be unbearable for an adult to be hit, let alone a child.

Li Weiwei watched anxiously, and tried to pull the child up, and when she passed her hand through the other side, she realized that it was just a projection, and she couldn't help them.

The dragon chants outside kept coming, which should be the reason for the destruction of the city.

She gritted her teeth and rushed to the window, but as she guessed, the filming followed the children, so she couldn't see what was not captured. At this moment, the window was so white that she couldn't see anything clearly.Moans kept coming, but the opponent's condition was not good.

Two teachers struggled to protect the children, and then took them to the window, where the bookshelves are the fewest, which can minimize injuries.

The children shivered and hid in the arms of the teacher. The two adults stared blankly out of the window, their expressions changed from disbelief to sadness and mourning. The children still couldn't figure out what happened, but they felt the drops of water falling on their faces and raised their heads.Only to find that the teacher was crying.

They had never seen a teacher like this before, and the tears seemed to flow endlessly.

"Mr. Hu, what happened, why are you crying?"

Teacher Hu wanted to wipe away her tears, but she wiped more and more. She stopped doing useless work and covered her mouth tightly, "It's okay, the teacher didn't cry, the teacher was just blown to the eyes by the wind."

Unexpectedly, the little girl shouted suddenly: "You are lying, you were not blown into your eyes by the wind at all, Master Long is going to die!"

After she yelled like this, all the children had tears in their eyes. Even if the teacher didn't say anything, they all knew that Master Long was being attacked.

"Woo, I don't want Master Long to die..."

"Tell Master Long to come back, we won't fight anymore, they will give them whatever they want, don't hurt Master Long, don't!!"

"Shut up, Master Long is the best patron saint. He even touched my hair. His palms are thick and strong. He won't die!"

The two teachers quietly listened to the children's quarrel. This time they were not organized, but their eyes became firm, and then they looked at each other, making some kind of determination.

Xu Shi zoomed in, and Li Weiwei was finally able to look outside the window.

The sunny sky just now was now occupied by black mist, and then there were raindrops falling, more and more densely, hitting the building with a bang.

Li Weiwei couldn't help taking a step back, the rain that she thought was majestic was red——

It's someone's blood.

No wonder they said Lord Long was going to die.

Li Weiwei couldn't help but stop talking, the dragon chant never stopped, even if it gradually weakened, he never gave up on his people and ran away alone.

Tragedy rose in her heart, Lord Long died in battle, he fought for his people to the last moment.

After she could no longer hear the dragon chant, she didn't dare to see the expressions of the children. The feeling that the person she respected was killed in front of her eyes, but she could do nothing was too tortured, and it was too cruel for the children.

The little girl asked tremblingly: "You...do you still hear the sound? My ears are broken, and I suddenly can't hear the sound."

The other children bit their lips and said nothing, and some couldn't help crying.

"Don't cry!" The little girl yelled, but she couldn't control her tears, "My lord is sure to be fine, why are you crying, don't cry..."

Li Weiwei couldn't bear to hear it, she saw something black out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head suddenly, and saw everyone on the scene trapped in place by a kind of black iron chain.

The iron chain extended from the formation on the floor, mixed with golden lines.

Li Weiwei's pupils shrank, she had seen this ghost before!

It was the chain that used to trap Xiaozhu when Li Shi came to assassinate her!

Li Shi, it's Li Shi again!

She could no longer describe this crime-ridden family as disgusting, but hated it deeply.

The little girl showed a relaxed face: "That's fine, I can go to the sky and continue to follow Master Long, but it hurts to murmur..."

As soon as the little girl finished speaking, her body began to melt, and then turned into a puddle of blood and merged into the magic circle.

"don't want"

The two teachers yelled heart-piercingly and rushed over to protect their children, but the iron chains bound them tightly in place, and they could only watch the children they cared for melt away one by one.

Li Weiwei also forgot that this was an image, and pulled out a knife to continuously destroy the magic circle on the ground, but the projection returned to its original state after shaking.

When the last child disappeared, the projection scattered, and the library returned to its dilapidated appearance, leaving only a sigh in place.