Shiqian City, First Ring Road, City Hall Back Street, Historical Memorial Hall.

Every city, every race, has its own history, whether it is war, peace, sacrifice, betrayal, bright declaration, or half-hidden, it can be denied, can be obliterated, or even

It can be altered, but the reality of its past will always be proven by history itself.

In an era when consciousness can determine matter and the future, "knowing" is a kind of power. Museums and historical memorials are not deserted public meeting places, but areas frequented by scholars, students, and even soldiers.

Conventional large libraries and history museums are the most popular public facilities. Countless people search for their goals in them. The most popular area, apart from myths and stories, is history.

But in addition to the big history of mankind, the small history of a city-state also has a special weight for the people who live in it.

Even today, the "Five-haired Man" is still the physical embodiment of the strongest shield guard. The heroes who opened up the future for the city in the past and guarded the city accompany future generations in another way.

As for whether there are some errors and deviations...it doesn't really matter, whether it is in terms of use value or people's cognitive level.

At least, he, or she, existed, struggled, and sacrificed... Cheng'en's descendants have not forgotten it.

Shiqian City has more than thirty blocks, most of which have their own museums and memorial halls. In addition to housing the prey of the "leaders", it is also an exhibition hall of the deeds of the predecessors and victims of each area.

Many people think that the "Prey Exhibition Hall" is the real focus and a popular viewing spot, but the soldiers basically come here for the latter.

After newcomers reach a certain level, they often come to see them for psychological needs and comfort, as well as material needs in a substantial sense. Even if it is not for the sake of future myths, they can also refer to the evolutionary paths of their predecessors and do some

refer to.

All memorial halls are free and can be entered and exited at will. The only one that strictly scrutinizes access conditions is the large historical memorial hall in the back street of the city hall.

Only the front half of it is open, and starting from the middle, it is heavily guarded.

Rumor has it that this is the headquarters of the Ministry of Culture among the Twelve Ministries, and the most elite unit of the Ministry of Culture, the "Historical Watchers," is permanently stationed here.

At a higher level, this rumor has long been confirmed...the watchers of history are the gravekeepers of heroes.

In the second half of the museum, there is the legendary 108 Immortal Heroes Memorial Hall. They are often a small independent room, in which there is a complete portrait sculpture, with his past and main deeds engraved on the inscription on the back. Finally.

...On top of his own coffin, there are also a bunch of tributes from descendants and his personal belongings, such as DVDs and the like related to him.

The name says it is one hundred and eight, but as of today, there are actually more than 400... It is said that every time after using that strategic weapon, the "heroes" have a choice whether to return here.

s right.

This is not a comfortable choice. Every time I wake up, I am in the worst state. I go out to fight for my life and then come back with injuries all over my body. I put it in the coffin in even more pain, waiting for the next time I am called... Even so,

Most of the seniors will still come back.

"You will be liberated after thirty times of effectiveness."

This is the unspoken rule among them, and it is also the motivation that encourages them to persevere. In fact, very few people can survive until that day, and the very few who really wait for that day, how can they choose to be liberated.

"I wish you will lie down in the museum soon."

Before the expedition, such blessings were spread among the warriors of Shiqian.

This is a vicious curse, but it is also a supreme honor.

Fortunately, in the past fifty years, "One Hundred and Eight" has only been activated twice. Not many people died in battle, but ten people were replaced. Most of them were replacement applications submitted by younger generations.

If a senior really lays down, his family will come to watch the ceremony, which is also an extremely glorious moment...

"Really, it's a bit absurd."

But today, in front of a newly built small memorial hall, facing two serious-faced history watchers, Xie Ying, the only spectator, felt a little absurd.

【Hero of Shiqian City, Zheng Li】

The copper signboard that was set up in advance was hung on the door of the small room. There was a jade statue of a smiling young man inside, but the inscription behind it was empty.

People are still outside, but the tomb has been built and is not empty yet.

Jiang Fengyin was just lifted into the stasis chamber by four goose-stepping history watchers.

The master went down to the disciple's tomb first...

"Zheng Li, do you really know what this means?"

What does it mean? If Zheng Li were here, he would probably laugh at Xie Ying's stupidity.

Since he proposed the terms of exchange, he naturally knows what it means...it means that as the price of exchange, sooner or later, he will have to lie down!

But... this is the only solution among thousands of possibilities.

Maybe, if he was really here, he would smile and say something.

"It's okay if I don't reach the end."

Vaguely, Xie Ying seemed to hear someone say this.

In a blink of an eye, a history watcher stood in front of him. On the red tray were three objects wrapped in blood-red embroidery.

A commemorative medal, a certificate, and a contract.

Taking a deep breath, Xie Ying signed his name on the contract... and there was only one left in the faction.

That's right, one person.

A few days ago, under someone's control, Lan Mengqi and Zheng Li withdrew from Fengmingliu through written registration, and left a strange message saying "We will join again when Sister Yinzi wakes up."

According to the usual rules, Xie Ying, the only member of Jiang Fengyin's sect, became the one who had to watch the ceremony and sign the oath.

How is he feeling? No one can know.

However, when he slowly walked out of the memorial area, he sighed deeply and shook his head again.

Putting on my sunglasses, I walked around the corner and met the people with black armbands who had been waiting for me.

Today was originally a training day. Director Xie had booked a customary training point and the bus was waiting to go with him.

[The designated archery training location of the Seventh Disciplinary Inspection Office - Senior Brother Fengmingliu Xie Yingliu.]

Looking at this familiar sign, Xie Ying himself felt a little ironic.

The colleagues and subordinates behind him all remained silent.

After entering, it was time to mop the floor and clean the dojo. When the entire dojo was completely new, it was already afternoon.

We all had a terrible takeaway lunch and everyone left.

In the gym, only the tall and thin figure was left, silently tasting the unpalatable bento.

"It tastes really bad, far worse than Master Jiang's..."

The figure was alone, eating with his head lowered. The lunch box seemed to be mixed with some unpalatable liquid, which made him unable to eat any more.

He put down his lunch box, picked up his bow, and walked to the gym.

One arrow after another, one arrow after one...
Chapter completed!