I Was Once a Legend

Cui Zuojing held the breathless child in her arms, and truly felt what it meant to be helpless.

It took less than an hour for the child to show low-grade fever symptoms, to have difficulty breathing, and then to have no breath at all.

Cui Zuojing had already found the rest room of the clergy, and wrapped the child tightly with the clothes in their closet, and it was also very warm in his arms.But these measures were useless at all. The child's fever was getting higher and higher, and he was crying non-stop, until finally he didn't have the strength to cry anymore.

Cui Zuojing looked anxious in his eyes. The higher animals cared for their cubs because of the instinct carved in their blood. Jing's heart was still clenched tightly.

But he couldn't do anything, he could only watch helplessly as the child gradually lost his breath in his arms.

He has only been in this world for only a few hours, and now he has returned to the side of the gods.

But according to the blood book left in the coffin, this child is an important person in the box. Now that he is dead, how should the plot related to him continue in the box?

Cui Zuojing was in a state of confusion. Although newborns were inherently fragile and he was not very good at taking care of children, this kind of rapid death was obviously caused by some kind of disease unknowingly.

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

The so-called curse of the heretics was indeed some kind of plague. He had been in close contact with the priest and the heretics in the kitchen, so he might have already been infected.

Victor must be found 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 corpses, but there is no condition for cremation here, so Cui Zuojing had to return to the nave, intending to put the child with the priest, and then strictly seal the coffin.

On the way to the nave, he saw the traces left by Dong Zheng and Victor at the corner of the wall, and his spirit was shaken, knowing that Victor was with Dong Zheng now, his hanging heart relaxed a little, which meant that 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 the inside was already empty.

The priest's body was gone.

Has anyone been here?Or... did the corpse escape by itself?

Cui Zuojing frowned, a strange smell emanated from the coffin, he covered his mouth and coughed twice.

The ominous premonition in his heart became more and more serious, and he put the child's still warm body into the empty coffin, Cui Zuojing silently read the blood book on the coffin wall again, and put the coffin back on.

Now knowing that Dong Zheng and Victor are in the church, the most stupid way is to follow the signs to find them. It would be embarrassing if the two groups of people happen to run apart.Now that there is no child and he is alone again, Cui Zuojing can make some noise at will to attract his companions.

How can we make a huge movement?

Dong Zheng and Victor walked among the blooming roses.

They have already explored the entire church. Victor came from the cemetery at the back. The only thing left that has not been searched is the beautiful rose field in front of the church.

In the rich and sweet scent of roses, Victor was keenly aware of an unusual smell. He frowned suspiciously, squatted down, picked up a handful of soil, and put it by his nose to sniff carefully.

Humans' sense of smell is much weaker than that of felines. Victor turned into a cat and lowered his head to sniff the ground carefully. The faint smell.

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

Hearing this, Dong Zheng squatted down and dug with Victor. They couldn't find suitable tools for the time being, so they could only use their hands.After digging about 20 centimeters, under the soil, Dong Zheng touched a hand.

The hand was cold, and the fingers curled up stiffly. Dong Zheng paused, he and Victor exchanged glances, and immediately went to another place ten meters away, and began to dig quickly.

The rose fell to the ground, exuding a fragrance that faithfully covered the ominous rot. After digging for a while, Dong Zheng came across something hard that shouldn't have appeared in the soil—only this time it was a person's head facing down.

The man's collar was stained with dirt, but it could still be seen that it was a white priest's robe, and the thin thread around his neck was decorated with a silver-white cross.

Dong Zheng stopped his hands, feeling sick to his stomach, and lost the desire to dig any further.

He thought he had found the missing believers in the church.

These people were killed by pagans, and their bodies were all buried at the door of the church. Then they planted large roses, and used the fragrance of flowers to cover up the rotten stench.

Victor dug a wider area, exposing the entire upper half of the corpse in front of him. He tore off the man's clothes, and saw dense internal bleeding spots on his skin, as well as large areas of decay.

"He died from the physical hazard caused by the meme." Victor covered the body with soil again, he stood up, and said, "It's not clear whether the anomaly carrying the meme was brought over by the heretics, or whether it was originally Existence and the church."

"In this case, the plot of the box will be divided into two completely different possibilities." Dong Zheng nodded, "Heretics brought abnormal items, infected believers, and buried them here. Or the abnormal items existed in the In the church, those people in black robes who are called heretics just came to remove the anomaly, and also disposed of the corpses of the infected believers by the way."

The second situation sounds absurd. If the anomaly has always existed, how did the cultists survive before?But in the box, any situation may appear, and the current logic is illogical, and it may just be because not enough clues have been collected.

"The most urgent thing is to find Linhai. His identity is the Holy Son. Uncle, you have probably revealed your crimes. If you commit crimes again before confessing to Linhai, you will become like me and be hunted down by the black mist."

But where is Linhai?How are you now?

Nobody knows the answer.

The two continued to explore in the rose field in silence, hoping to find other clues. At this moment, a loud noise came from a corner of the church. It was extremely heavy, as if two walls collided with a thousand pounds of force. so-so.

Dong Zheng turned around suddenly, not knowing why he had such an imagination, he exchanged glances with Victor, and rushed towards the church.

Cui Zuojing was planning to think of a way to cut off the gorgeous chandelier in the side hall, so that it could be smashed down to attract the attention of his companions in the church. The brand on his face showed no signs of disappearing. Although the armor temporarily chased other people, it was not guaranteed. Will shift the target and stare at him again.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

A shrill scream sounded without warning, Cui Zuojing suddenly turned his head, he recognized the owner of the voice, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Wang sparrow!

Cui Zuojing immediately gave up all plans, and ran towards the direction of the sound. The girl's screams were already hoarse, and every word was crying blood.

"Go away! Don't come here!"

The colored windows beside him passed by quickly, and fresh bloodstains that Cui Zuojing had never seen before appeared on the corridor. The body of a man in black robes was hanging upside down on a tall cross, and the warm blood was slowly flowing down, attached to the cross in the shape of a snake. meandering.

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

Cui Zuojing had no time to think about this. He rushed across the corridor, turned a corner, and ran up to the second floor. A previously locked door in front of him had been opened at some point, revealing a gap.

Cui Zuojing pushed the door open and rushed in.

In the next second, the coquettish blood red was reflected on his retina, as if this color was the only one left in the world.

On the high wall, the girl was nailed into a cross by three sharp cones like a doll at the mercy of others, and a crown made of thorns was worn on her head.The flowing blood painted strange and evil lines on the wall, making her skin pale.

Wang Que's dark pupils lost their luster, and fell silent forever, staring straight at the statue of Mary embracing the Son on the opposite wall.

Countless insect corpses were scattered on the ground, so dense that it was almost impossible to find a place to step down. No matter what danger Wang Que encountered, she would immediately appear to protect her. The transparent insects curled up weakly and gradually melted into puddles of sticky of liquid.

They must have tried their best this time, but they failed to protect their master after all.

Cui Zuojing looked up at Wang Que in a daze, his mind went blank. This was the first time after many years, and the first time he faced the death of his companion so closely.

When Allen died, he didn't see it with his own eyes, and his feelings were still deposited with the clown.Cui Zuojing stood there blankly, the warm liquid quietly flowing down his cheeks, dripping onto the transparent insect corpse on the floor.

The blood-stained horse chess piece pendant was tied around Wang Que's neck with a thin rope, hanging in the air, still shaking slightly.

It was given to her by Luo Yan in the circus dream.

Heavy footsteps came from a distance, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the giant sword dragging the ground, getting closer.

I don't know how long it took, Cui Zuojing exited the room step by step, the black mist wearing armor had already passed the corner, and the eyes made of soul fire saw the young man in front of him.

Cui Zuojing was overwhelmed by the tsunami of sadness surging in his chest. He finally took a look at the sparrow, which was nailed up high like Jesus, and closed his eyes forcefully, tears streaming down his face.

Hei Wu quickened his pace, impatiently wanting to chop off the criminal's head.

Cui Zuojing let out a low-pitched whimper from his throat, with fishy sweetness on the tip of his tongue. Facing the invulnerable enemy, all he could do now was turn around and run away.