I Was Once a Legend

plague?

Cui Zuojing stepped back immediately. He observed the deceased neck of the priest from afar. He was stabbed in the throat, but did not die immediately. After being locked in the coffin, the wound rotted and rotted, and gradually lost his life.

If it is a plague, it will be a little troublesome. Cui Zuojing replaced the lid of the coffin to prevent the virus from spreading further and picked up the child again. When he turned the priest over just now, he touched his body. I don't know if he was being targeted by the plague. In any case, he needed to find Victor as soon as possible.

It's just that he didn't see the traces left by other people along the way. Didn't they enter the church? Cui Zuojing frowned for a moment and decided to go to a place he hadn't walked through. Maybe it just happened to be staggered?

Leaving the nave and passing through the promenade with stained glass windows, Cui Zuojing quickly reached the stairwell again. The child in his arms suddenly burst into tears somehow.

"Don't cry." Cui Zuojing was startled and hurried to coax him. He opened his clothes to make sure that he didn't pull or urinate. Then he seemed hungry?

But there can't be any milk here... Cui Zuojing was worried. He was hungry all day, but it wasn't even true, but with a newborn baby, he had to consider food and clothing.

There should be a kitchen in the church, otherwise the priest can’t eat anymore. Cui Zuojing had to temporarily change his goal and go to the kitchen first. When the child was hungry, the child couldn’t coax him. He cried all the time. The cries echoed in the empty church like a living target. Cui Zuojing couldn’t cover his mouth, only the fastest Speed ​​search all the way.

Fortunately, the church is really not too big. Cui Zuojing was lucky to find the small kitchen on the second floor. The kitchen was very clean and tidy, obviously not the place where the fighting took place. He put the child on the stove for a while, turned over the box and found a pot, and borrowed some water to boil it.

Cui Zuojing didn't expect to find milk powder here, but he thought that if he could turn it over to eggs, he could give the child a bowl of egg tea, should the child drink it?

The child was really hungry, even the strength to cry was gone, wrinkled sobbing pitifully, holding his fingers in his mouth and drooling.

When there is water in the kitchen, Cui Zuojing washed his hands carefully before wiping the saliva for the child.

Opening fire and burning water, the gradually warming air is inevitably dull. Cui Zuojing opened the window a little bit to ventilate. He continued to turn over the box and searched for something to feed the child. A black crow flew and flapped his wings Staying on the window sill, red eyes looked at the baby boy wrapped in a coat on the stove.

"What is this." Many English Cui Zuojing written on the packaging didn't know it. His English is good, but he didn't know much about the ingredients that only appeared in the kitchen. He stared at the "cummin" to examine For a moment, the lid was opened, the powder flew, and the cumin smell sneezed from the face.

The crow glanced at Cui Zuojing who had no time to look elsewhere. It flapped its wings again and rushed towards the baby on the stove!

Snapped!

A pan waved over, and the crow made a scream, and was slammed directly to the side. Cui Zuojing stood up. He strode forward with the pan in one hand, and grabbed the crow wing root that was about to be crooked again. No matter how hard it struggles, it is not easy.

"Do you want to kill him?" Cui Zuojing glanced back at the child, and he said, "Although I haven't eaten it, I can eat it if I plucked it?"

The crow was struggling desperately. Cui Zuojing finally decided to release it. He was not so cruel. He still doesn’t know where the dead corpses are. Those who said badly also contracted the plague. How many corpses have been eaten, and now Cui Zuojing is a bit dirty.

Cui Zuojing went to the window, threw the crow out, and immediately closed the window with a loud bang.

The child didn't know that he had just escaped the disaster and was still crying, and Cui Zuojing was upset. At this time, when the water was boiling, he quickly turned off the fire, took the pot down, and poured it into a clean bowl in advance. It's cold.

In the end, Cui Zuojing succeeded in finding the egg he was thinking about. Regardless of whether the child could eat it, he first poured out a bowl of egg tea and drank it for himself.

After that, he found another carton of milk. He put the carton in a hot water bowl and heated it in a water bath. After pouring two drops on the back of his hand, he felt almost the same. Cui Zuojing started feeding him little by little.

The eating method of such a small child is instinctive sucking. Cui Zuojing cannot pour a bowl into his mouth. He can only feed a little spoonful. After five or six minutes of feeding, he is annoyed and sighs patiently. Serve the little baby who knows nothing.

He really has no talent and patience to bring children. Cui Zuojing couldn't help but think that if Dong Zheng was there, he would definitely do much better than himself with his stability.

After feeding half a carton of milk, the child was finally quiet. Cui Zuojing sighed. He put a small spoon and a new carton of milk in his pocket, so he could feed him at any time.

There were still a few cabinets left unchecked. Cui Zuojing was opened, looking for clues or useful things. However, when he opened a cabinet close to the corner, he was facing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

The man screamed, Cui Zuojing ducked sideways, he fell to the ground, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, Cui Zuojing immediately stepped on his shoulder blade, kicked the knife under the cabinet with one foot.

The man was thin, and the trace of blood infiltration was obvious on his black robe. His face was pale with excessive blood loss. Cui Zuojing squatted down to look at his face, and found that the dark green ulcers had appeared on the side of his neck. , Looks exactly like the body of the priest.

He frowned and asked, "Are you a pagan?"

The man grunted and spit out a string of words, and Cui Zuojing couldn't understand a string, but he understood the hatred and fear in the man's eyes. Cui Zuojing speculated that he was infected by the injury after the war. , Abandoned here by his companions.

Seeing that this person's physical condition could not hurt himself, Cui Zuojing loosened his feet and raised his finger to the ulcer on his neck. The man shook his head frantically, and he sat up reluctantly, his hands constantly crossing the air in the air. , But he crossed the cross obviously longer than the bottom, and it looks more like an inverted cross.

So Cui Zuojing crossed his index fingers into an inverted cross and asked him, the man's eyes were even more frightened, he looked at the baby on the stove, ah, cried, covering the ulcer on his neck, sitting on the ground and struggling to take two steps back, Stopped until it hit the wall.

The collision seemed to trigger something in his body. The man stiffened for a few seconds, then spit out a big mouthful of blood, his head dropped to the side and he didn't move.

Cui Zuojing was suddenly horrified. Without a word, he picked up the child and hurriedly left the kitchen.

The inverted cross, the priest's suicide note, the pagans, and the deadly sickness, the box gradually showed the difficulty of his five stars, and... the child in his arms.

The crow wanted to kill him. The pagan became very excited after seeing the child. He also experimented just now that the child was not the son of the plot, so what role would he play?

In any case, he can not be thrown away, Cui Zuojing looking for traces of his companions, and continue to explore.

Dong Zheng went to the third floor.

The blood stains in the church revealed what happened in the past. He searched along the blood stains and saw several blood footprints in the corner. There was a sculpture of **** crucified on the wall. There is obviously a dark door.

Dong Zheng studied for a moment, twisting the cross over 180 degrees, and **** was nailed down on the cross, and the secret door opened in front of him.

Bloody smelling, Dong Zheng didn't go in immediately. His good night vision ability allowed him to see clearly the scene in the dark room. The woman's body fell to the ground, her face was so weak and pale that she was out of human form. It was all blood, as if all the blood had run out, and the placenta and umbilical cord were thrown in the corner.

This miserable scene made Dong Zheng take a subconscious step back, he couldn't help but think of another person, his mother who died in labor.

Twenty years ago, when his mother gave birth to him... was it the same way?

Dong Zheng clenched his fists hard to stop the shaking of his hands. He took a deep breath and forced himself not to think too much, moving his eyes away from the woman. He did not find the child born, and the child was probably taken away by the person who left the darkroom, the owner of the footprints.

Dong Zheng silently closed the door of the dark room again. Looking at the tragic woman for a second, it would be more torture for him.

There was a mark left by Cui Zuojing next to the secret door. Dong Zheng knew that the child was probably taken away by Cui Zuojing. He accelerated his pace and chased away in the direction of the mark.

At the moment the arrow hit, Cui Zuojing caught the sound of the broken wind. He lowered his head sharply, the arrow flew across his hair, and shot straight on the gallery column, and the arrow did not enter the hard stone column.

Cui Zuojing suddenly turned around holding the child, and the black shadow flashed across the corner of the gallery. He narrowed his eyes and quickly caught up.

This is the fourth attack since coming out of the kitchen. There are many pagans who have not left in this church. They stay here just to find the child who is called the last hope.

The attacker ran fast, but Cui Zuojing was faster than him. He held the baby in one hand, and the distance between him and the attacker was getting closer. In reality, Cui Zuojing couldn't run, and the man covered in black robe turned around and shot another arrow, which was avoided by Cui Zuojing.

Cui Zuojing pinched a card from his pocket with two fingers, and flicked it toward the pagan. The blade of the card wiped over the other person's shoulder, hitting the wall in front of him. Almost the entire force was not in it.

After running around another corner, the traced figure suddenly disappeared. There was no one in the front corridor. Cui Zuojing stopped his foot suspiciously. The child in his arms was woke up and opened his mouth to cry.

Cui Zuojing had no time to control him, he carefully watched all the subtle noises that might appear around him, and suddenly looked up!

The black shadow descended from the sky, and the sharp arrows aimed directly at the crying child in his arms. Cui Zuojing rolled in place in anxiety, protecting the child firmly in front of his chest.

The black robe man fell to the ground and took the opportunity to slash at Cui Zuojing, who had not adjusted his body shape yet, but a card flew over and inserted into his throat at a speed that he could not catch with his eyes.

The pagan movements stiffened in the air, his eyes widened, and a few seconds later, a line of blood appeared at the place where the card was cut, and the blood immediately poured out.

Bang. The knife fell to the ground.

The warm body fell, and Cui Zuojing slowly stood up. He stared at the pagan who was gradually losing his vitality for a few seconds, looked down at the child in his coat, and gently coaxed him.

But Cui Zuojing never discovered that when the pagans who fell to the ground completely lost their voice, **** patterns appeared on his cheeks, as if proclaiming his sins.