I Was Once a Legend

Dong Zheng went all the way to the kitchen along the traces. He found two unwashed bowls, egg tea that seemed to drink, and a large rotten corpse.

It was a man in a black robe. From the neck, half of his face and torso above the chest had rotted away. The flesh showed an unknown dark green, and a large amount of blood spit on the chest.

The situation of the corpse was not very good. Dong Zheng didn't dare to look closely. There were half a box of milk and unburned water on the stove. Dong Zheng naturally thought that milk was used to feed children.

He walked out of the kitchen and continued to look along the signs. It stands to reason that the church is so big. Victor has already removed the beast relationship with Dong Linhai. They have a total of seven people. They should meet a teammate no matter what happens.

Moreover, A Zuo also brought a newly born child. When a child would cry, he couldn't hear any sound.

Dong Zheng was full of doubts. He began to doubt whether the church had the function of absorbing sound. At this moment, Dong Zheng suddenly heard a tiny sound coming from a room not far away.

He quickly approached the direction of the sound, the door of the room was open, and the man in the moon-white robe was looking at the book against the door with a cross lying on the table. It was a tall boy, although wearing a robe of the priest, he could radiate his temperament more like a warrior than a weak clergyman.

"Linhai?" Dong Zheng recognized him at a glance.

"Brother?" Dong Linhai turned back quickly, and saw Dong Zheng at the door with a happy face, quickly put down the book in his hand and hurriedly walked over, rejoicing, "I finally found someone, I thought you were not here."

"Have you not met anyone other than me?"

"No." Dong Linhai pointed to the luxurious robe on his body and said, "I woke up in a dark room in this church, and it took a little effort to get out from there."

"Are you a son?"

"Yes, the plot reminded me by the box that there are six confessors in sin in the church. I need to listen to their confessions from the soul and forgive them on behalf of the Supreme God." Dong Linhai scratched his head and said, "So Say, brother, what is your sin?"

"I don't know yet." Until now Dong Zheng didn't find enough clues to infer his guilt, and he couldn't confess to Dong Linhai to complete the task. He told Lin Hai his experience after entering the box. I thought about my chin and said, "Is it possible that your lie caused the plane to crash? I guessed it, and I don't know."

"There is such a possibility." Dong Zheng affirmed his sudden guess. "But just relying on guessing doesn't count as confession from the depths of the soul, should it have no effect?"

"Also." Dong Linhai nodded, "That's exactly, we will look for other people together, and also explore what your guilt is by the way."

The two left the small room and walked along the road: "The church used to be a battlefield. I suspect there is a group of pagans here. A body was found in the kitchen before. If so, one of their goals is likely to be It's you."

Dong Linhai: "I probably guessed it, otherwise I won't wake up in the dark room."

I learned that Dong Zheng was following the trail left by Cui Zuojing to find here. Since he has never met, Cui Zuojing is likely to enter the church from the front, which is exactly the same as Dong Zheng who entered from the back door. People decided to take a look at the nave of the main entrance.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the atrium. The stained glass windows on both sides were illuminated by the pink sky, and the floors and walls showed magnificent to strange colors. Rows of benches were empty, and the huge dome was high. On top of his head, he painted a magnificent religious picture.

On the frontmost high sandalwood, a pure white coffin was placed quietly, and a golden cross was fixed on the coffin cover, somehow it was turned upside down. The Latin version of the Bible on the mission table next door spread out, a rose fell to the ground, and the bright red flower was stepped on by someone, showing a kind of marvelous beauty.

"The coffin is open." Dong Linhai found the nails scattered next to him. He used his eyes to seek Dong Zheng's opinion. Dong Zheng looked around it and picked up a nail that was opened. "open to take a look?"

"Come." Dong Linhai rolled up his sleeves, and the two brothers worked together to push away the coffin lid, which weighed a lot, and the inside of the coffin was revealed in front of them. There was nothing in it.

"Nothing?" Dong Linhai snorted.

Dong Zheng saw the blood book on the inner wall at a glance. After reading those words, he frowned, carefully observing whether there were more traces: "No, the things inside came out."

"Ah?" Dong Linhai tilted his head and tried to recognize the piece of English. Under the tutoring of his brother, he had learned English well, but he still didn't know some strange words similar to "pagan". Dong Zheng translated it in a low voice, saying, "The new life should refer to the woman's child, now in Azuo."

There was dark green mucus in the corner of the coffin. The color was exactly the same as the rotten body of the pagan in the kitchen. Dong Zheng's face slightly changed. He immediately reached out and put Dong Linhai aside. He also stepped back a few steps and said: "Be careful, I I suspect there is a plague here."

Dong Linhai stretched his head and glanced. Although he was afraid in his heart, he was not particularly panicked: "With an uncle, shouldn't the plague be a problem?"

Dong Zheng shook his head: "That can't be taken lightly, and we haven't found Victor yet."

Putting the coffin lid back on, Dong Linhai patted his hands and said, "So now the question is coming, where did the contents go?"

"Go ahead and find, this box has just unfolded, it is estimated that some will be difficult to deal with later."

Cui Zuojing hid in the closet, breathing his breath, and the child in his arms fell asleep, quietly making no sound.

The black mist surging in the steel armor, dragging the heavy giant sword in his hand, walked step by step through the promenade, passing by room after room, two scarlet light spots on the helmet dragged out the swaying traces, inorganic The cold target scanned everything around him, looking for the unforgivable sinner, and brought him the punishment he deserved.

The heavy footsteps passed by from outside the house, and gradually went away. When the sound almost disappeared, Cui Zuojing loosed his breath, pushed open the door of the cabinet, and walked out with light hands.

Half an hour ago, he killed the pagan who wanted to kill the child in his arms. Since then, the armor propped up by the black mist suddenly appeared, dragging the giant sword and began to kill him.

At first, Cui Zuojing didn't understand why. He fought with the armor and found that he could not cause any damage to it. In this box, it was an absolutely invincible judge.

When Cui Zuojing passed a mirror while hiding, he suddenly realized the reason.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, and there was a dazzling and ugly red pattern on it, which showed his unreserved guilt unreservedly.

He killed a dedicated ranger and committed a crime. Because of his uneasy conscience, he came to the church and wanted to confess and cleanse the crime. He killed another person and carried another crime.

Today, he is truly unforgivable.

I don’t know when it started. Dong Linhai felt a weak itching in his throat. He coughed a few times, but he felt even more uncomfortable, much like the sick tonsils inflamed when he was a child. Unbearable.

Dong Zheng stopped, he frowned slightly at Linhai, and said, "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately." As soon as Dong Linhai's voice fell, he couldn't help coughing again. He covered his mouth and waved his hand. "It's a sore throat."

Dong Zheng patted his back. He raised his hand and tried Dong Linhai's forehead without fever.

"There is water in the kitchen, I'll burn it for you to drink." Dong Zhengqiang suppressed the unpredictable hunch in his heart. He took Dong Linhai to the second-floor kitchen. Cui Zuojing's half pot of water was still there, and the temperature was still cool. Dong Zheng looked at the abnormally decayed body by the wall, but still gave Dong Linhai the water again.

Dong Linhai waited outside the kitchen. He coughed a few times from time to time. As time passed, he gradually felt a little hot. Linhai raised his hand and touched his forehead. In just ten minutes, he had burned vaguely.

The throat was itching like 10,000 ants were crawling. Dong Linhai coughed violently with his mouth covered, and his lungs were about to squirt out. There was something sweet on his tongue, and then he was coughed up.

He let go of his hand and looked down, the blood on his palm was so dazzling.

At this moment, some kind of panic swept him, Dong Linhai clenched his fist hard, it was obvious that the robe was white and the blood was splattered. He had to rub it on the wall and wanted to wipe it off.

Five minutes later, Dong Zheng, who had boiled the water, came out and Lin Hai looked casual, but Dong Zheng still smelled the looming smell in the air.

Dong Zheng grabbed Dong Linhai's wrist and forced him to extend his hand behind his back: "Show me."

"Nothing." Dong Linhai was reluctant to live or die.

"let me see."

Dong Zheng's tone was unusually harsh. Linhai was always afraid of his appearance and obediently extended his hand.

The blood stains were so dazzling, Rao had already made a bad guess, Dong Zheng's heart was still slammed, he frowned, trying to test Lin Hai's body temperature: "Why is it so severe suddenly?"

"I, I don't know." Dong Linhai finally showed his irresistible true feelings at this moment. In only thirty minutes, he changed from a lively tiger to a hemoptysis now. The inexplicable panic made him The language organization began to be confused, "How can even the plague happen so quickly? I didn't directly touch the bodies, and obviously we have always been together. Brother, you have nothing at all?"

Dong Zheng did not feel any discomfort until now. He handed the water bowl to Dong Linhai and said, "Go, let's find Victor."

Linhai shook his head, and until now, his mind is still clear. The experience of the pure white world for three years has given this 18-year-old boy a real transformation: "No, no, continue to do so, I will definitely infect you, I’m going to find a place to hide first, brother, go find your uncle, and come to me after the meeting."

Dong Zheng, who has always been calm and calm, hesitated at this time. He knew that Lin Hai's decision could not be more correct, but he couldn't really have the heart to leave him alone and go to Victor alone. He is now in need of care.

Dong Zheng recalled that when they first arrived in the pure white realm, in Hamel En he was slashed by Knight Henry with a sword and almost killed. Lin Hai was always with him by his side and tried his best to save him s life.

Seeing Dong Zheng's hesitation, Dong Linhai said: "Brother, believe me, I am no longer a child."

"Okay." Dong Zheng took a deep breath and agreed. "I go to Victor. You can find a place nearby to hide. Don't let the pagans find out. You must take care of yourself. I will come back as soon as possible."