Цзянху Фэн Цинчэна и Мо Сибэя

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"Overnight—" the eighty-year-old man seemed to be telling a fairy tale, "We prepared over a thousand large buses, almost chartering all the buses in northern Thailand, all driven by our own people. All residents, whether they wanted to or not, had to evacuate Nanming City—in fact, everyone had wanted to escape for a long time. Although they were reluctant to leave their homes, no one wanted to stay in this hell on earth to wait for death. However, because the buses had limited space, residents were prohibited from carrying anything except cash, securities, and jewelry. Each person could only carry one small bag, weighing no more than ten kilograms. Of course, pets were strictly prohibited... Everything was organized in an orderly manner. The soldiers checked every house, and no one was left behind in Nanming City, except perhaps the dead in the morgue."

"But I still can't understand how they left the Golden Triangle. So many people and so many cars, it should have been headline news long ago, so why doesn't the world know about it?"

At this moment, Li Xiaojun thought of his own television station. Such a well-informed mass media outlet was completely unaware of this matter.

"That's why it's called 'Southern Ark,' and everything is done in secret. To ensure the safety of tens of thousands of people on their escape, we reached an agreement with many armed groups in the Golden Triangle region so that we wouldn't be harassed along the way. We quickly divided the team into more than a dozen small teams, which were transported out of the Golden Triangle in small groups through different roads and channels. When they arrived in Bangkok, Yangon, Vientiane, Phnom Penh, Hanoi, and other places, they had already been divided into completely different groups according to their respective family units."

Ye Xiao suddenly interjected, "It's like pouring a basin of water into a bathtub; of course, it will create a lot of splashing. But if you divide the same weight of water into thousands of test tubes, and then drip the water from these test tubes into dozens of bathtubs, no one will hear a sound."

“That’s right!” Ma Qianlong nodded approvingly. “‘Nanming Ark’ works exactly like this. Through these meticulous and secretive organizations, these Nanming citizens who escaped death were all safely and dispersed into various countries, successfully obtained permanent residency, and successfully withdrew their original deposits in Nanming Bank. While the civil war was raging in Nanming City, my men had already transferred all the deposits in Nanming Bank to Swiss banks. If anyone is unable to withdraw their deposits for various reasons, they can also withdraw a lump sum from the Swiss bank. This was also arranged by ‘Nanming Ark’ long ago.”

"So, no media outlets paid any attention to these people, and they promised to keep it a secret?" "Yes, they were like drops of water entering the ocean, causing no ripples. Everyone swore to keep it a secret for Nanming City and never let it out—in fact, even if they did, no one would believe them; they would think it was a fabricated story."

Li Xiaojun's lips turned purple as he listened. He couldn't believe that this eighty-year-old man, his greatest enemy in life, could be so thoughtful and have such a meticulous plan. His brain was like a computer, and no one could escape his grasp!

“But I still found Ouyang Xiaozhi!” Li Xiaojun turned to look at Xiaozhi, then immediately pointed his gun at Ma Qianlong. “Because her father was a friend of mine when I was in Nanming City, I accidentally found her on the Internet and keenly sensed a certain problem, so I summoned her to my palace.”

“But I haven’t revealed the secret of how we escaped Nanming City! I haven’t told you the truth about the ‘Great Empty City Night’ to this day! Governor, please believe me!”

Xiaozhi suddenly shouted out loud. She had sworn to keep it a secret. She had been held in Ma Qianlong's big hands when she was a child, and she didn't want to disappoint Ma Qianlong.

“Child, I have never resented you.” His tone was like that of an elder speaking to his granddaughter. Then he addressed everyone, “The ‘Southern Ark’ sent everyone out of Southern City, except for one person: me. I am the only one left in Southern City, which has become a sleeping city. This is the city I created with my own hands, the Canaan that fate gave me. How could I easily abandon it? I am hiding in an underground submarine with an independent energy and living system that can guarantee a supply of clean water and food. I occasionally go to the orchard outside the city. I am just retiring and waiting to die.”

"Since... since you've always been here, why have you never been filmed?"

Li Xiaojun thought he could monitor everything in the city, but he missed Ma Qianlong right under his nose, which made him furious.

“You are monitoring Nanming City, and I am monitoring you. All your surveillance systems are under my control—you turned the tour group into a reality show, and you have become my reality show. Of course I know where the cameras are and where you can monitor me. So if I come to the ground, I will be very careful and will even cover the hidden lenses in advance. I will never be exposed to you.”

"So, if you know all my whereabouts and all the footage from the reality show, you'll also know everything the tour group does. Just like now that you know I've come to the Land of Rakshasa, you've followed along with the little girl?"

Ma Qianlong nodded slightly. "You've finally become a bit smarter. I followed you to this place not only to uncover the secret of the 'Night of the Great Empty City,' but also to help Qiuqiu escape—this fifteen-year-old girl is innocent."

"No, I have issued the Doomsday Judgment. None of you will be able to leave."

"That's enough, you don't need to dream anymore."

Li Xiaojun suddenly erupted, pointing his pistol at Ma Qianlong's forehead: "Stop being so self-righteous!"

Times have changed, and you're already outdated!

“I know you hate me to the core. If it weren’t for your plot to assassinate me back then, I wouldn’t have driven you out of Nanming City, and you wouldn’t have been separated from your wife and daughter. But I don’t hate you. Everything I did was for this city, not for myself. And what are you doing now? Why won’t you leave my Nanming City alone? Even if everyone here leaves, it still can’t escape your destruction—you used resources from outside to completely invade and destroy this sleeping city. The once-golden paradise, the once-harmonious world, the once-idyllic Shangri-La, has become an ugly reality TV stage!”

By the time Ma Qianlong finished speaking, he was already quite agitated. The over-eighty-year-old man straightened his chest and strode towards the muzzle of Li Xiaojun's gun.

"No! What are you going to do?"

Faced with the unarmed old man, Li Xiaojun felt his legs go weak—this unbelievable scene, unfolding under the lights of the Rakshasa Kingdom at dawn, left everyone present speechless.

“I am not Moses.” Ma Qianlong sighed deeply, his face filled with disappointment and sorrow. “For decades, I thought I could be like Moses, even like God, to save my fellow countrymen, lead them out of the hell on earth, and create a heavenly kingdom on earth. But the cruel history and reality of Nanming City prove that I simply cannot do this! I am just a man, a man who dreams of creating miracles, but I am ultimately not God! The most painful thing is that I have witnessed with my own eyes: my heavenly kingdom has collapsed, my ideals have been destroyed, and I will return to dust, no longer the legendary hero, nor will I leave my name in history. With the demise of Nanming City, no one will remember me anymore, as if I had never been in this world.”

What exactly are you trying to say?

"What I mean is—no matter who you are, you cannot represent God's will, and no one has the right to judge on God's behalf!"

Ma Qianlong took another step forward, just like he had stepped onto the battlefield of Sihang Warehouse decades ago.

"Shut up! I'm going to shoot if you move again!"

The old man gave a bitter laugh as he faced the gun barrel: "I have lived for eighty-six years, experienced eight years of the War of Resistance against Japan, three years of civil war, twenty years of wandering, and thirty years of construction. I have lived through the entire 20th century. What regrets could I possibly have? It should all end now. I died in 2000, so dying again wouldn't matter. Perhaps the only regret is that I have lived too long! I have witnessed the tragic end that I did not want to see, yet which was inevitable."

"Stop talking!"

Li Xiaojun screamed wildly. Although he hated the old man and had plotted to assassinate him years ago, dreaming of raising a gun and killing the old man with his own hands, his ten fingers were trembling and he could not fire the bullet he had prepared for twenty years.

"Life does not need to be so long."

Ma Qianlong calmly said these words, then pressed his forehead against the muzzle of Li Xiaojun's gun.

"No!"

As if facing a giant bronze statue, the shadow completely covered Li Xiaojun's body. He closed his eyes in fear and let out muffled groans.

Bang……

Gunshot!

Suddenly, the sound resounded throughout the Rakshasa Kingdom, instantly spreading to the entire huge square. The ancient pagoda, hundreds of meters above, seemed to tremble slightly from the shock.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if frozen in time, only able to watch Li Xiaojun and Ma Qianlong.

Ma Qianlong was still standing in front of Li Xiaojun, but a small red hole had appeared between his eyebrows.

The bullet had penetrated his brain.

That was a cowardly shot!

Li Xiaojun's eyes widened in fear; he didn't know how he had pulled the trigger. In fact, he hadn't intended to fire; perhaps his finger was trembling so badly that he unconsciously pulled the trigger, causing it to discharge accidentally!

Two seconds later, Ma Qianlong slowly collapsed into Li Xiaojun's arms.

Blood continued to gush from between his eyebrows, quickly staining his white hair red.

"Xiao Jun... I'm so sad... All my life's efforts... have gone down the drain... Goodbye... Nanming City..."

Despite the bullet piercing his brain, Ma Qianlong still opened his blood-red eyes and spoke these words with extreme difficulty.

Eighty-six years of life, a life that created countless miracles, yet in the final moment, he suffered immense pain.

A regret that can never be undone.

His eyes were still wide open, but his heart had stopped beating.

Six years later, Ma Qianlong died for the second time.

This time, it's for real.

Ma Qianlong

1920–2006

"No!"

Li Xiaojun roared again, holding the old man tightly in his arms as if he had mistakenly killed his own family member.

The fugitives standing nearby finally realized what was happening. Ye Xiao angrily pulled out his pistol, Xiao Zhi knelt down and wept bitterly, while the wolfhound "God" at her feet could no longer restrain itself and charged out.

In less than a second, the enormous wolfhound pounced on Li Xiaojun, viciously tearing at his arms and neck. Li Xiaojun screamed in agony as his muscles and bones were ripped apart by the sharp teeth, and blood splattered onto the wolfhound's mouth.

But Li Xiaojun was still holding a gun and instinctively fired a bullet.

Gunfire once again shook the land of Rakshasa.

The bullet pierced the heart of "God".

But it still held onto Li Xiaojun tightly, dragging him to the ground, unable to move.

"God!"

As Xiaozhi cried out in despair, Tong Jianguo pulled out the pistol from under his arm and silently pulled the trigger.

This bullet was given to his best brother.

Li Xiaojun had a bloody hole in his forehead.

He died.

The Secrets of Heaven Season 4 Full Version Chapter 12 The Third Door

02:50

Early morning, the early morning of death.

The Land of Rakshasa.

Ma Qianlong and Li Xiaojun are both dead.

Time seemed to freeze for kilometers, and space seemed to stand still for several minutes.

The two people who had been hiding behind the veil of heavenly secrets left the world almost simultaneously shortly after their respective appearances.

However, the bright lights shone on the three corpses.

Beside the dead Ma Qianlong and Li Xiaojun lay the wolfhound "Tian Shen," which had been beaten to death, its mouth still tightly gripping Li Xiaojun's shoulder until its last breath.

Tong Jianguo stood quietly in place, his left arm in a sling, his right hand gripping a pistol, the muzzle still pointed at Li Xiaojun.

There's nothing more to say. This bullet is the best gift for him, ending all the suffering he's endured in his life.

Xiaozhi was the first to rush forward, clutching the dead "God" and weeping bitterly. The cat "Xiaobai" also lingered beside the "God," emitting mournful cries. This loyal dog sacrificed its own life to ensure the safety of its owner and everyone else.

Ye Xiao was also moved by the death of "God". He took a deep breath, walked closer to the motionless Tong Jianguo and said, "That's enough, that's enough."

"Is this our final judgment?"

Dingding coldly stared at the dead Li Xiaojun.

“This is his own doomsday.” Tong Jianguo finally spoke, tucking the gun back under his arm. “He judged himself, and I will carry it out.”

His eyes welled up with tears as he finished speaking. Such a strong man had become vulnerable. Was it because he had killed his best brother with his own hands? Or because of the mental torment he had endured these past few days? Or perhaps because of his own sorrow?

Fifteen-year-old Qiuqiu was almost paralyzed, but Ma Qianlong saved her life. In the blink of an eye, he left this world.

Sun Zichu was the most open-minded: "Alright, let's stop staring at the dead and get out of here quickly."

Before the words were finished, a long shadow invaded the stage under the lights.

Ye Xiao turned his head in surprise and saw a stranger.

A monk.

A young monk.

A young and handsome monk.

He had the typical face of a Thai man: large eyes, a high nose, and an unusually thin, dark face that made him look malnourished. The monk's hair was shaved clean, but he wore a tattered robe and held a chipped bowl in his hands, his eyes gleaming with excitement in the lamplight.

This outfit makes him look like a monk from eight hundred years ago, and he seems to have emerged from the ancient building behind him. Could he be a ghost from the Rakshasa Kingdom eight hundred years ago?

He was a wandering monk in the forest.

Finally, he knelt down, exhausted, but his spirits were unusually high. He recited the scriptures with utmost devotion and kissed the ancient Buddha statue at his feet with deep affection.

Do you remember this person?

If you've forgotten, please revisit the first season of "The Secret".

The people who were about to leave were stunned by the sudden appearance of the monk. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say, and Elena even hid behind Ye Xiao in fear.