Chapter 300 Listening to Suffering

Chen Ling fell into silence.

In his mind, the figure with white clothes and white hair appeared again... Although he only spent less than half an hour with Lord Aurora, the impression he left on him was too deep. In such a strange and desperate era, it is rare and valuable to be able to meet someone who can communicate with you on the same frequency.

"However, it may not be easy for Tan Xin to use Lord Aurora's soul as a driving force." Wen Shilin spoke again, "Tan Xin is only at the eighth level, while Lord Aurora is at the ninth level... He has almost no chance of winning."

But he thought about it and added, "It's hard to say. Lord Aurora's lifespan has come to an end, and his strength is definitely not as good as before..."

Chen Ling recalled the figure of Lord Aurora, frowned and was about to say something, when a harsh siren suddenly echoed over Aurora City.

Buzz—! !

Buzz—! ! !

Buzz—! ! ! !

This voice interrupted Chen Ling's thoughts and echoed in every corner of the city. At the same time, the law enforcement officers in black scattered everywhere seemed to have received some news and immediately started searching the city.

"It seems that he has already started to take action..."

…

Xicheng, small building.

"Yeah, um...I'm listening."

"..."

"So that's it. No wonder you are all together... Your relationship must be very good, right?"

"..."

"District Three? I'm sorry, because I just woke up... What is District Three? Can you tell me about it?"

"..."

"Is there any place in the Aurora Realm where life is so hard? It must be difficult for you to get to Aurora City, right?"

"..."

The wind and snow whistled outside the snow-white window, and the frozen corpses fell silently all over the room. The pale faces leaned against each other. A figure in white clothes and white hair was moving a chair at the door, seriously. Listening.

Ji Guangjun gently held Ling'er's body, nodding from time to time, with extremely complicated eyes.

"Chen Ling... I also know him. Although he seems inhumane, he is actually a good person... He is not dead. Did you know that? He just went to avenge you."

"..."

"And that child... his name is... Zhao Yi, right? Don't worry, he's alive too. I rescued him at the gate of the base."

"..."

"No, you don't need to thank me... I actually didn't do anything. Instead, I need to apologize... If I could keep the Aurora alive, none of this would have happened."

"..."

"Talk to spirits? I don't think I'm that good."

Ji Guangjun stroked Ling'er's frozen hair with one hand and slowly closed his eyes.

"I'm actually not very good at talking to others. I used to work with instruments in the laboratory... After I gained this ability, I never had a good night's sleep."

"I can hear the wailing of the painful souls who died in the war. I can hear them calling out the names of their loved ones in despair. I can hear them crying and counting the good things they have done in their lives, and then asking God why they have to go through this. Suffering...their pain, their unwillingness, their pleading, their resentment, are always echoing in my ears..."

"So, I always hide by myself, trying to escape these sounds." Ji Guangjun seemed to have recalled something, and smiled helplessly, "But even if I hide, the suffering is still there, but I cover my ears and can't hear. That’s all…”

"But this time, I don't want to hide anymore."

Ji Guangjun slowly raised his head, looking through the frosty white glass at the dead and cold city outside.

"This city rises because of me and will perish because of me. At least... I want to hear its voice."

Wuwuwu——

The cold wind howled outside the window, making a low hum, like weeping.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you all." Ji Guangjun looked back at the room, "Thank you for not abusing me or attacking me, but for talking to me quietly here..."

"Everyone, please go to heaven."

As Mr. Aurora finished speaking, the aurora flowing in his eyes became more and more brilliant. A wind of ethereal magnetic field rolled up from the room, and a thin and changing shimmer began to spread in the air...

It was the aurora, the aurora wafting from a room full of corpses.

These auroras escaped from the cage of the corpses and rose up to the sky through the roof under the watch of Lord Aurora. They disappeared silently into the sky like misty gauze.

The last glimmer of light floated out from Ling'er's body, swaying gently, as if waving goodbye to Mr. Aurora.

"Goodbye, little sister."

Ji Guangjun stretched out his hand and touched the head of Ling'er's body.

As the cold silence fell into the house again, the figure in white clothes and white hair slowly turned around and walked toward the street alone.

"It's so cold...so cold! Who can come and save me?"

"Mom...why hasn't mom come back yet? I'm so cold..."

"Mom went to buy coal and should be back soon. Let's wait a little longer."

"Why, why!! Why did this little coal burn up all at once? I...I don't want to die yet!"

"God! What evil have I done? Why do you want to freeze our family to death...ah??!"

"A living person! There is a living person on the road!! Why didn't he freeze to death?! Go and die, die, die..."

"..."

The sounds came one after another into Aurora's mind. He looked around and saw a pair of siblings frozen to death at home, already dead; a mother lying outside the house with an empty coal basin; a family of five frozen into sculptures around an extinguished stove; a beggar who had frozen to death on the roadside long ago, staring at everything in front of him fiercely...

Aurora walked in the ice and snow, his white coat fluttering in the cold wind, his divine eyes filled with pity and sorrow...

He was feeling the suffering of this city.

He glanced at the corner of the street, his expression slightly moved, and he bent down to pick up a cold baby body still in swaddling clothes from an abandoned corner.

"Good boy...good boy...don't cry." Aurora stroked the silent baby's cheek and whispered softly.

At this moment, the survivors in Aurora City were struggling to survive at home relying on coal. There were no pedestrians on the streets. The white clothes were drowned in the howling snow and wind, and the tears sliding down the cheeks were instantly frozen into ice.

As he walked forward, faint auroras floated out from the cold corpses. Their existence was so ethereal that almost no naked eyes could see them.

Aurora held the baby in the swaddling clothes and walked for a long time until a black figure carrying a black box was outlined from a distance in the snow and wind.

Aurora slowly stopped.