I Was Once a Legend - Chapter 317

Cui Zuojing embraced the child who had cut off his breath in his arms, and really felt what was called helplessness.

It took less than an hour for the child to show symptoms of low fever, difficulty breathing, and no breath.

Cui Zuojing has found the rest room of the priesthood, and wrapped the child tightly with the clothes in their closet, and it was very warm in his arms. But these measures were of no use at all. The child was burning higher and higher. He cried and kept crying. In the end, he had no strength to cry.

Cui Zuojing looked anxious in his eyes, and the concern of higher animals for cubs originated from the instinct carved in the blood bones, although that was not his child. When he saw the spread of blood spots under the child’s soft and delicate skin, Cui Zuojing Jing’s whole heart was still tight.

But he couldn’t do anything, only to watch the child gradually lose his breath in his arms.

It only took him a few hours to come to this world, and now he is back to the gods.

According to the blood book left in the coffin, this child is an important person in the box. Now that he is dead, how can the plot related to it in the box continue?

Cui Zuojing is very confused, although the newborn is fragile, he does not take the child very much, but this form of rapid death is obviously unconsciously infected with a certain disease.

Cui Zuojing remembered the rotten corpse of the priest in the coffin of the nave, and his heart gradually sank.

The so-called pagan curse is indeed some kind of plague. He had such close contact with the priest and the pagans in the kitchen, and he might have been infected.

To find Victor as soon as possible.

But before that, he needs to dispose of the child’s body.

In order to prevent the spread of the plague, he should burn the infected body, but there is no condition for cremation. Cui Zuojing had to return to the nave, wanting to put the child with the priest, and then close the coffin tightly.

On the way to the nave, he saw the traces left by Dong Zheng and Victor on the corner of the wall. His spirit was shocked, knowing that Victor was now with Dong Zheng, his hanging heart was put down a little, which means In any case, Dong Zheng will not be at risk of contracting the plague.

He quickly rushed to the nave and opened the heavy coffin lid again, only to find that it was already empty.

The priest’s body was gone.

Has anyone been here? Or… the body ran away by itself?

Cui Zuojing frowned, and there was a strange smell in the coffin. He covered his mouth and couldn’t help coughing twice.

The ominous premonition in his heart became more serious. He put the warm body of the child into the empty coffin, and Cui Zuojing silently read the blood book on the wall of the coffin again, and covered the coffin again.

Now that Dong Zheng and Victor are in the church, the foolishest way is to follow the signs to find, in case the two people just staggered and staggered. Now that the child has been left alone, Cui Zuojing can arbitrarily make some movement and attract his companions.

How can we make a huge movement?

Dong Zheng and Victor walked among the blooming roses.

They have explored the church in its entirety. Victor came from the cemetery at the back. Only the beautiful rose field in front of the church has not been searched.

In the rich and sweet smell of roses, Victor was keenly aware of the unusual smell. He frowned suspiciously, squatted down and twisted a pinch of soil, and sniffed carefully on the nose.

The sense of smell of humans is much weaker than that of cats. Victor turns into a cat and sniffs his head carefully to sniff the ground. He digs out his paws and buries his nose into a small hole that he has planned to smell it more clearly. The faint smell.

“There seems to be something under the ground.” Victor stood up and said.

Dong Zheng heard that when he squatted down and digged with Victor, they could not find a suitable tool for the time being, so they could only use their hands. Digging for about twenty centimeters, Dong Zheng encountered a hand under the soil.

The hand was cold, his fingers curled up stiffly, Dong Zheng made a move, he and Victor looked at each other, and immediately went to another place ten meters away, and began to dig quickly.

The rose fell to the ground, exuding fragrance and faithfully covering up the ominous odor. After digging for a while, Dong Zheng encountered another hard thing that should not appear in the soil-but this time it was a person’s head facing down.

The man’s collar was stained with mud, but it was still visible as a white robe, and the thin thread around his neck was decorated with a silver-white cross.

Dong Zheng stopped his hand, his nausea rushed up, and there was no desire to dig anymore.

He thought that he had found the believers who had disappeared from the church.

These people were killed by pagans, the bodies were all buried in the door of the church, and then a large rose was planted, and the rotten smell was covered with the smell of flowers.

Victor dug a larger area, the entire upper part of the body was exposed in front of him, he tore the man’s clothes, saw the dense internal bleeding spots on his skin, and a large area of ​​decay.

“He died of physical harm caused by memes.” Victor covered the mud with corpses again. He stood up and said, “It is unclear whether the memetic anomaly was brought by the pagans, or the original thing. There is a church.”

“In this case, the plot of the box will be divided into two completely different possibilities.” Dong Zheng nodded. “The pagans brought abnormal items, infected the believers, and buried them here. Or the abnormal items existed in The church, those in black robes called pagans, did not come to clear the anomaly, but also dealt with the bodies of infected church members.”

The second situation sounds ridiculous. If the anomalies persist, how did the believers survive? But in the box, any situation may occur, and the logic is not clear now, it may be because there are not enough clues collected.

“It is imperative to find Linhai. His identity is a son. Uncle, you have probably launched your own guilt. If you commit the guilt again before confessing to Linhai, you will become like me and be hunted down by the black mist.”

But where is Linhai? How is it now?

No one knows the answer.

The two continued to explore silently in the rose field, hoping to find other clues. At this moment, a loud noise came from the corner of the church, which was extremely heavy, as if two walls collided with great force. So.

Dong Zheng turned back suddenly and didn’t know why he had such an imagination. He and Victor exchanged glances and rushed towards the church.

Cui Zuojing is planning to cut off the magnificent chandelier in the side hall so that it can fall down to attract the attention of the companions in the church. There is no sign of disappearing on the face. Although the armor is temporarily chasing other people, it is not allowed. Will shift the target and stare at him again.

“Ah ah ah ah ah–!”

The sad scream sounded without warning, Cui Zuojing turned back suddenly, he heard the master of the voice, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Puffin!

Cui Zuojing immediately gave up all the plans and ran in the direction of the voice. The girl’s scream was hoarse and the words were crying.

“Go away! Don’t come over!”

The side color window passed by quickly, and fresh blood stains that Cui Zuojing had not seen before appeared on the corridor. The body of a black robe hung upside down on a tall cross, and the warm blood slowly ran down, attached to the cross snake shape Meandering.

When did he die? Who killed him? Hang him on it again?

Cui Zuojing had no time to think about it. He rushed across the corridor, turned the corner, and ran up to the second floor. A previously locked door in front of him didn’t know when it had been opened, and a gap appeared.

Cui Zuojing pushed the door open and rushed in.

The next second the red blood was cast on his retina, it seemed that there was only one color left in the world.

Above the high wall, the girl was nailed into a cross by three pointed cones like a doll fooling around, and a crown of thorns was worn on her head. The flowing blood painted strange and evil lines on the walls, which made her skin pale.

The black-eyed pupils of the black **** lost their past luster, and forever fell silent, staring straight at the statue of Mary holding the Son on the opposite wall.

Countless insect corpses are scattered on the ground, and there are so many places that people can’t find their feet. No matter what danger the wanches encounter, the transparent insects that protect her will appear to curl up their bodies weakly and gradually melt into a sticky beach. Liquid.

They must have tried their best this time, but they failed to protect their masters.

Cui Zuojing stared blankly at Wangque, his brain blank. This was the first time he had faced the death of his companion at such a close distance for the first time after many years.

He didn’t see it with his own eyes when Allen died, and his feelings were still deposited with the clown. Cui Zuojing stood blankly, the warm liquid flowing quietly along his cheeks, dripping on the transparent corpse on the floor.

The red horse stained pendant stained with blood was tied around the neck of the winch with a string, suspended in the air, and still shaking gently.

It was the dream of the circus that Luo Zhen gave her.

The heavy footsteps came from a distance, accompanied by the piercing sound of the giant sword mopping the floor, getting closer and closer.

I don’t know how long after that, Cui Zuojing stepped out of the room step by step. The black mist in armor had walked around the corner, and the eyes formed by Soulfire saw the teenager in front.

The sad tsunami in his chest drowned Cui Zuojing. He finally looked at the winch that was nailed up like Jesus, and closed his eyes vigorously, so the tears fell.

Black Mist quickened his pace and could not wait to cut off the head of the sinner.

Cui Zuojing whimpered quietly from his throat, and his tongue flickered sweetly, facing the enemies that could not be harmed, all he could do now was to turn around and run away.