Цзянху Фэн Цинчэна и Мо Сибэя

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With a crisp explosion, the bullet traveled only a few centimeters before piercing Yu Ling's chest.

Clothes and skin were torn apart one after another, then the needle burrowed into the chest cavity through the gaps in the ribs, shattering the heart of a twenty-year-old.

The gun, the gun that killed, fell from Li Xiaojun's hands to the ground.

Yu Ling also fell to the ground, blood gushing from her chest, turning her entire upper body bright red.

Eyes, the father's eyes, watching his daughter being killed by the bullet he himself fired.

She died.

The eleventh.

Li Xiaojun's hair stood on end, and he knelt down on the ground, staring blankly at Yu Ling's still wide-open eyes.

In her dead eyeballs, the image of her father's panicked face from just seconds before was reflected.

"You! What have you done!"

Tong Jianguo roared angrily at him, then collapsed onto Yu Ling, trembling.

But all efforts to save her were in vain—her heart had been shattered by a bullet, the ground was covered in her blood, and all signs of life had ceased, though her body was still warm.

Yu Ling died. Her life, at the age of twenty-one, withered away in the secret base beneath the Nanming Stadium, crushed into pieces by the wheels of fate.

Two fifty-seven-year-old men stared at her intently, as if they had returned to the bamboo house thirty years ago, looking at another beautiful Thai woman named Lanna.

Her face gradually paled, becoming like her mother's, and the negatives of her memories became clearer, merging with this dead face.

"No!"

Li Xiaojun also broke down in tears. The dead Yu Ling lay in a pool of blood, her face clean and spotless, her innocent eyes gazing up at the sky—piercing through the thick concrete layer and soaring into the night sky above the stadium.

Yu Ling's ghost has gradually departed. She saw her own appearance after death, which was almost identical to her mother's when she was young.

He had lost her for twenty years, and had only had her for a few hours before he personally pushed her away from him forever, and from this world as well.

Tong Jianguo had not seen Lanna for thirty years, and his love had been lost forever. Just when he thought that Lanna's incarnation had returned to his side, it was quickly taken away again by the person who had taken Lanna away back then.

It wasn't until this final moment that Tong Jianguo realized he still loved Lanna and secretly fell in love with Yuling—Yuling was the repayment Lanna left him for not being able to have.

With tears streaming down his face, Tong Jianguo was in so much pain that he could no longer feel the wound on his left arm. He punched Li Xiaojun hard in the face.

The last time he hit Li Xiaojun was more than forty years ago in a Shanghai alleyway.

Blood also flowed from Li Xiaojun's nose, but he did not fight back at all, still staring blankly at the dead Yu Ling.

Thirty years later, he took away Tong Jianguo's favorite for the second time.

For the first time, he will not be the target of any jealousy.

The second time, however, Tong Jianguo pulled out a pistol from under his arm.

Just as Tong Jianguo was about to point his gun at Li Xiaojun's head, Ye Xiao and Xiao Zhi ran over quickly, shouting, "The door is unlocked! Get out of here!"

Just now, Xiaozhi led Ye Xiao to the central control room and unlocked the door. They forced the staff to reveal the password and then remotely unlocked the door.

When they returned to the original spot, they found that Yu Ling had become a corpse.

Tong Jianguo's pistol was pointed directly at Li Xiaojun's nose.

The scene stunned Ye Xiao. He touched Yu Ling's neck to confirm that she was dead, then quickly regained his composure, grabbed Tong Jianguo's shoulder and said, "Let's go, today is not the end of the world!"

Having lost too much blood, Tong Jianguo was almost unconscious and had no strength to resist. Ye Xiao grabbed him and dragged him out the door.

The three of them rushed out of the gate, climbed the stairs leading out of the secret base, and fled the stadium that had become a powder keg.

Li Xiaojun remained kneeling, watching his daughter, whom he had killed, gradually turn into a cold corpse.

The last Rakshasa princess in history has died.

The Complete Version of "The Secret of Heaven Season 4" Chapter 11: Collapse (Part 1)

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Midnight.

The man in black, ×.

He dragged his injured leg, found a stick somewhere to use as a crutch, and painfully supported himself as he returned to the base.

When X limped to the gate, he found Li Xiaojun kneeling on the ground like a fool, his once jet-black hair now completely gray!

He finally looks like a 57-year-old man.

His wife died, his daughter died, a pitiful man.

X also saw Yu Ling's corpse—the Rakshasa Kingdom, which had lasted for thousands of years, finally perished completely with the death of the last heir of the royal family.

His hair turned white overnight.

In just a few minutes, Li Xiaojun bent down and hugged his daughter, but he could no longer get her broken heart to beat again.

He cried.

The man in black also turned ashen-faced. Firstly, because the gunshot wound to his thigh had made his entire leg almost numb with pain; secondly, he had never seen his boss cry before, and had only ever seen his hypocritical or indifferent face, but now he was crying so bitterly!

Suddenly, Li Xiaojun stood up mechanically, turned back to look into X's eyes, and said, word by word, "The final plan is underway!"

Ten minutes later--

The camera pans to the stands of the stadium. The heavy rain had stopped completely half an hour earlier. The world's largest transport helicopter cuts through the darkness of the mountains and circles over the buildings of the sleeping city before landing on the grass in the center of the stadium.

Dozens of staff members from "Dragon TV," each carrying important items, rushed towards the helicopter parked on the lawn. The rapidly spinning helicopter wings whipped up a chaotic and raging storm, making everyone appear panicked, as if they were trying to escape this hell on earth as quickly as possible.

After everyone boarded the plane smoothly, the wings spun even more violently, splashing water from the heavy rain several meters into the air, filling the entire stadium with water.

A helicopter carrying dozens of people slowly took off, rising smoothly above the stadium. A tremendous roar echoed throughout Nanming City until it disappeared into the boundless night sky.

The wind whipped up by the rotor still echoed in the empty stands. The entire production crew had left, leaving only two lonely figures in the vast stadium.

At the highest point of the stadium stands, Li Xiaojun, his hair now gray and disheveled by the strong wind, looked as old as sixty. He stared blankly at the lawn under the lights, his chapped lips moving as he murmured, "Let's go! Let's all go!"

"Boss, I want to leave too."

A voice from the man in black sounded behind him. Li Xiaojun slowly turned around and asked, "You—why are you still here? Why didn't you leave with the others?"

"I don't want to be squeezed together with other people."

"There are no other roads. How are you going to get there?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

He answered confidently, still using crutches, and had bandaged his thigh himself, but he still walked with a limp.

"where are you going?"

"I don't want to kill anymore. I just want to wash my hands of this, find a place to live under an assumed name, and live a peaceful life."

"Are you desperate?"

"No, I have already seen hope."

Li Xiaojun regained his composure: "Okay, I agree to let you leave. Go."

"Thanks."

× took off his black clothes, threw away his black hat and sunglasses, revealing white clothes underneath.

He suddenly felt much lighter, laughed loudly for the first time, and turned to leave, leaning on his crutches and dragging his injured leg.

He had only taken a few steps when he heard a terrifying gunshot, followed by a heavy punch to the back that shoved him to the ground in the stands. He tried to get up but had no strength left; he felt his heart bleeding and breaking in two.

A bullet pierced his heart from behind.

He could no longer get up; darkness once again enveloped his vision, and he plunged into the abyss of darkness.

X is dead.

Li Xiaojun's pistol was still held level, the muzzle emitting the smell of gunpowder. He slowly walked to the side of the dead X, looked at his white clothes and sighed, "It's black, it can never turn white—what you saw was not Ciri, but illusion."

He gave another bitter laugh and slumped down beside X's body. Blood stained his white clothes and seeped into the soles of Li Xiaojun's leather shoes.

Did I succeed?

Li Xiaojun asked himself softly, looking down at the empty stadium. The air was filled with a damp smell, a hint of blood, and an indistinguishable smell of gunpowder—all buried beneath the stands.

The end is nigh for Nanming City.

Twenty years ago, he was a political star in the city, but was forced to flee due to a failed coup attempt.

Twenty years later, he ran a satellite television station in the United States and became one of the world's richest media moguls.

Six months ago, he received a secret message—Nanming City was completely deserted.

So, Li Xiaojun secretly arrived in the city by helicopter, like a supreme ruler, and sat on the throne that should have been his. However, in his small empire, there were no subjects left, only a pack of stray dogs and cats for company.

In the early spring of 2006, as he strolled alone through the streets of the sleeping city, a thought suddenly popped into his mind—what dramatic scene would unfold if a group of travelers suddenly stumbled upon this place and faced an empty yet almost intact city?

The only road in and out was blocked, making it impossible to contact the outside world. No one could find them. All the buildings were asleep, while all the houses were fully equipped. They were completely trapped here!

Confusion, curiosity, despair, anger, anguish, loneliness, greed, desire, fear...

In this extreme world, all of humanity's emotions accumulate to their peak and then erupt violently like a volcano.

Everyone has their own story, and they also have unspeakable secrets. Their fates will be changed from this point on, their personalities will be twisted, and evil will slowly surge from the depths of their hearts!

Ultimately, they will face the end of humanity, and be judged by God in an empty city.

This omniscient and omnipotent god is Li Xiaojun.

The secret!

He came up with the name in a second.

In the next minute, he thought of the television station's old business—reality shows, the biggest reality TV show in history, the stage being this deserted city, a place full of mystery and suspense. No one knew where this city came from, or why it had become a sleeping city. And outside the city lay the vast Rakshasa kingdom, and every corner of the city itself was fraught with hidden danger. Through thousands of hidden cameras, the fate of a misguided tour group would be shown to television viewers worldwide!

This will be a grand game manipulated by modern mass media, satisfying people's voyeuristic desires and allowing them to experience predicaments! Unsuspecting members of the tour group become victims, like gladiators in the ancient Roman Colosseum, dying one by one in the slaughter of animals! The cruel masses revel in this; half think it's an overly realistic performance, while the other half believe it's real. But people crave to witness real death, and morality and law are insignificant!

Within half an hour, he had completed this brilliant plan in his mind.

That's right, although the city has no electricity or wireless communication signal, it can secretly lay fiber optic cables to connect with the outside world. All camera lines are independent, all leading to a secret base. After careful processing by the production team at the front, the data is transmitted via fiber optic cable to headquarters in Los Angeles. The foundation beneath the stadium stands provides ample space while maintaining concealment and secrecy. It can be equipped with its own diesel generators for underground power generation, and staff dormitories can be prepared within the secret base. All living and working activities are conducted underground, never on the surface…

The following months were a period of intensive preparation. This plan needed to be kept absolutely secret, and the team was divided into several different working groups. None of the working groups knew about each other's work, and only Li Xiaojun knew the whole plan.

They secretly hired a group of workers to infiltrate a corner of the Sleeping City of Me, installing hidden cameras and cables, including at the mountain reservoir and along the roads, as well as in the Rakshasa Kingdom outside the city. However, they did not discover the passageways inside the Great Pyramid, so they only installed cameras on the exterior of the ancient ruins. After completing the entire project in the Sleeping City, they conducted a thorough inspection and cleanup, leaving no trace.

The preparation for this project was extremely costly. Li Xiaojun specifically borrowed billions of dollars from the bank. If he hadn't been the sole decision-maker in the entire company, it would have been impossible for the board of directors to approve it.