Luo Xiaoyi looked down at the transmitter, a strange and unknown phone number appeared on the display screen, slightly suspicious, raised his head, and looked at the scenery in front of him. Fastest updates

On a long-abandoned construction site, the horizontal and vertical cement pipes are lazily arranged irregularly on the ground, the humid air of early summer condenses on the ground, and the grass everywhere mixes with a complex smell, and the abandoned construction site in the distance is full of miscellaneous materials standing lonely in the world.

In the air without a trace of anger, a figure suddenly appeared behind Luo Xiaoyi.

"Leader, you're here!" Luo Xiaoyi turned his head with a solemn expression.

Mephisto nodded slightly, also solemn.

The four eyes met in silence.

After a half-silence of this silence, Mephisto spoke.

"So far this season, you haven't completed a series of tasks assigned to you, and I don't even know what to say."

"I don't know what to say about the shit of not completing a mission, all the disruptions, discord, provocation, despicable but useful means I have unleashed, however, you can also see, it's not that our army is incompetent, but the enemy army has Gundam! I personally can't accept this result! ”

The summer wind is blowing gently, through the hair and through the ears.

The heat wave rising slightly from the ground poured out of the distorted world, holding the indescribable emotions of the two of them.

It was Memphisto who opened his mouth first.

"This mission is the last mission I assigned to you, and it is also your last mission."

Luo Xiaoyi looked directly into the eyes of this Memphisto. A slightly defiant opening.

"This should be the result of my outstanding personal efforts, and your Hell Apostle Office finally no longer dares to give me any tasks, and decides to dissuade me?"

Mephisto shook his head and smiled faintly, and also looked directly at Luo Xiaoyi's gaze.

"Look at this abandoned construction site, every building material in it, could have achieved the great cause of high-rise buildings, but there is always a power that does not belong to them so that they are wasted, these building materials say that they are not wrong, but they are abandoned like this, which is a mistake from beginning to end."

"What is the power that does not belong to you?"

"Alas, how stupid the creatures of the earth are, I would like to make it clear to you.

The Supreme Wise One created the celestial bodies and their guides, so that they would shine on the earth and share the brilliance equally.

In the same way, he created the god who governs the prosperity of the earth, so that money flows from one hand to another, from one nation to another, beyond the power of man.

This one became the master, and the other became a slave, both of which were his playthings.

He meditates like a snake hiding in the grass, your intellect is no match for him, he maintains his kingdom, judges his people, and pronounces his commands, just like any other god.

His change, without the slightest hindrance, must speed up his movement, and he often causes a man to fall from one end to the other, and when you curse him, it is not the time to praise him.

He went his own way, laughing and scolding, and instead of pleading, he turned a deaf ear, and he spun his wheel with joy. Enjoy the same blessings as other supreme beings. ”

"So, what kind of power is it?"

"The personification of fate!"

"That's another illustration!"

Memphisto replied

"Whoever cannot ascend today is doomed to perish forever.

If you can't ascend under the power of this personification of fate, you can only be destroyed by him.

It's the same for you, it's for me

Fate will not spare any of us! ”

Luo Xiaoyi looked at Memphisto, and there was a faint and undetectable look of sadness on his face.

Memphis saw Luo Xiaoyi staring at him and opened his mouth.

"Go ahead, go and complete your last mission."

After speaking, he handed Luo Xiaoyi a paper door arch model.

"After entering the world behind the portal, discover the vision, follow the vision, find the end of the vision, and finally find the Pandimaninan Shrine!"

Luo Xiaoyi wanted to ask more, but Memphisto didn't know more.

In this way, the two began to say goodbye.

"Farewell, Memphisto leaders, goodbye, may we see you again!"

"The best ending is never to see each other!"

Memphisto's image began to disappear, he said to Luo Xiaoyi.

"You come from my darkness and go deeper into darkness!"

"Don't try to put the darkness in front of me, the sun has grown in my heart!" Luo Xiaoyi replied firmly

"Darkness begets light, and light turns away from darkness and curses darkness."

The thin transparent Memphisto sang loudly, and for a moment, the ghostly atmosphere was overwhelming, and the grief was overwhelming!

The form of all temporary gatherings

It's just a shadow

Something is lacking

It has become abundant

Unpredictable

And so it has been

The virtue of women's longevity

Guide us up

Luo Xiaoyi stared at Memphisto's head that disappeared into real space, his eyes wandered for a while, and he turned around silently!

I went home and cleaned up, prepared toothpaste, Dabao SOD secret, underwear and two "Slam Dunk" comics, just about to go out, the transmission machine rang again, I looked, it was still the number before, I groaned for a while, and dialed back with the landline.

After a hollow and deep echo, an excited voice came from the other side of the phone.

"My brother, mule, you're calling back!"

Luo Xiaoyi listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, feeling very familiar, and couldn't remember it for a while.

"My brother, you can't even hear me, I'm Gan Zongping!"

"How is that possible? Didn't you walk through a railing in the fifth episode of this season and find it! ”

"I don't want to know what the situation is, anyway, I'm in a big mountain now, you come and pick me up!"

"In the mountains, where are you calling?"

"In the mountains, there is a farm with a lot of sheep, and there is an old man living in his house, and he has a telephone in his house, and I use this to call."

"Old man, what kind of old man?"

"Oh, just an ordinary old man, he calls himself a shepherd!"

Luo Xiaoyi was silent for a while, and said in a calm tone, "You call that old man to answer the phone!" ”

Gan Zongping on the other end of the phone seemed to turn around and say a word, and within a second, the phone was hung up.

Luo Xiaoyi was silent for a while and picked up his schoolbag. Walked out of the house.

Coming to the abandoned construction site again, looking at the abandoned building materials on the construction site, I can't feel any more emotions about their fate.

Luo Xiaoyi silently opened the paper arch, which turned into a blood-red portal, and a thin mist rose from it.

"Whoever cannot ascend today is doomed to perish forever!"

Luo Xiaoyi chattered and disappeared into the portal.

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

In a trance, he came to a dimly lit hall, followed the slight light of the fireplace in the fireplace, and walked to an open porch, from the stone staircase to the light, and down the stone steps of the castle, all the way down to an empty courtyard, in front of the chains of a drawbridge, and activated the mechanism, in the lonely world, the dull creaking sound echoed in the distance, the chains clicked and rolled, and the heavy wooden drawbridge slowly fell.

Step over the wooden drawbridge and into the unknown, silent in a gray mist, the air filled with the smell of despair, decay, and fishiness. Luo Xiaoyi lit a page of Changming Talisman and disappeared into the darkness.

The whole earth seemed to be wrapped in fog, Luo Xiaoyi was in the middle, never looked back, let the wind go lightly, I don't know how long it took, the misty fog was misty, the demon wind was sassy, and the vision in front of him gradually opened, hidden in the dense fog before, and the silhouette of nothingness appeared in front of him.

Under the cold sky, the lazy and slow silhouette silently overflowed, the low courtyard wall, the gray and old walls, the listless vines, and a group of half-grown children with pale and swollen faces gathered together idlely, because they watched the arrival of Luo Xiaoyi, and they sang about the arrival of strangers in nursery rhymes.

Circle roses bloom

Bouquets fill pockets

Sneeze, sneeze

We're all dead

No one is buried

Countless black shadows shuttled under the feet of the children, sprinkled in all directions, and all of a sudden, on the wooden barrel, in the manger, in the vegetable garden, the black shadows flowed.

Luo Xiaoyi fixed his eyes and saw that these ubiquitous black shadows were black mice as big as a jar with thick skin and long hair.

The color of this cold and ghostly weather is completely painted by these black rats.

The people here have such a great tolerance, and these rats who are sown with thick juice and black water coexist under the world.

Unimpressed, numb.

Luo Xiaoyi continued to walk.

I can only continue to walk, trying in vain to get out of this nest of rats.

After leaving the outline of this residential area.

came to a place that seemed to be a military field, but it was lonely, silent black and white.

Out of nowhere, several bald, ugly-faced, and sore-covered soldiers emerged.

Facing Luo Xiaoyi with a knife.

Luo Xiaoyi didn't say anything, took out a handful of gold melon seeds from his arms, and stretched them out in front of the soldiers, who grabbed the gold, put it in their mouths and bit it busily, and the results of the gold inspection made them very satisfied, and exchanged glances with each other.

But he was about to kill Luo Xiaoyi and seize the treasure, Luo Xiaoyi took out the Zhuxian sword and looked at them.

Soon, the soldiers were hippie smiley.

launched three major questions about Luo Xiaoyi's life.

"Outlander, who are you? Where do you come from? Where to go? ”

"It's a tough question, and it doesn't matter, let's talk about this place and what's going on."

"This is the kingdom of Castile, our king, Alfonso XI and his Praetorian Guard originally planned to execute the captured heretics in this barracks today, but God took the king and his soldiers last night!"

Luo Xiaoyi looked into the military field, and the floating corpses were all over the field, dead and silent.

"What magical power can cause such lethality?"

"Those infidels, you must not have met them, otherwise you would not have been able to stand here completely!"

"They spend a lot of time every day praying to their gods, and as for what they say, and what their gods do, which leads to the misery of our king, God must know what happened, but we can only say that we know nothing about what happened to them!"

"Looks like these heretics killed your king? Where are they now? ”

"To the east!"

Luo Xiaoyi did not stop, and went all the way to the east alone.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

The rain continued to fall over the ancient city

Renmin Road has my good mood

Today is like a well-written letter

Waiting for a new stamp to be affixed

Rather there was no peace in my heart

What is forgotten can only be beautiful

The past is like a tumult churning in the head

The stars shine in dreams

Let me be a little happy

Let me be a little happy

Don't let the doubts linger in your mind

Let me be a little happy

Let me be a little happy

Don't let the doubts linger in your mind

Goodbye Jack

Goodbye my Kerouac

Goodbye Jack

Goodbye my Kerouac

"This stranger, what is the melody that shapes this song you sing, and you think that I can't hear it when it hides in this dead world? It's useless! This such an excellent song is like a firefly in the dark, no matter where it is, so distinct, so outstanding. A voice came to Luo Xiaoyi.

Luo Xiaoyi stopped singing and looked at the professional music critic who appeared in front of him.

He was passionate, his eyes deep, and his long, pale fingers were speckled with ink.

"This beautiful song is in honor of Jack? Kerouac. ”

"This Jack must be the eagle of the literary world, what classics has he published a book and passed on?"

"It's a tough question, and it doesn't matter, or which one are you?"

"Although I also drink, but I don't indulge, although I am also satisfied, but in moderation, I am Boccaccio!"

"Luck, luck!"

The singer and writer clasped their hands together.

"Actually, I'm more concerned, I've been going all the way, the shadow of death seems to be covering this sad world, can you please tell me here and there, what happened?" Luo Xiaoyi asked.

Boccaccio's eyes were full of sorrow and began to speak of humanity.

"Everything in the world is in a hurry, and life and death are impermanent, and they have to endure all kinds of physical and mental hardships and endless calamities.

We human beings are in the middle of heaven and earth.

And it's one in the middle of all things.

It's really weak and incompetent

Neither can resist the aggression of the outside world, nor can it endure many tortures.

The source of this tragedy is the "Florentine Plague", which sneaks into the night with the wind, moistens things silently, and in a moment of shock, the world of misérables bears all the catastrophe he has brought. ”

The triumph of death, which it starred in, has been sung everywhere in the world of the living, so that the scene of the victory of death and the scene of victory continue to meet each other! ”

Nosebleeds are a precursor to death, and men and women first develop nameless lumps on the inner thighs and armpits, some as big as apples and eggs, like the mark of being named by death.

The lump spreads from these two places to the whole body. Then black spots appear, especially on the arms and thighs, densely packed.

Almost everyone who develops symptoms will die within three days!

Those who were lucky enough to survive gathered in safe houses, locked themselves up, and survived cautiously.

However, here and there, how can the poor people named by the Grim Reaper be absent from the joy of the Grim Reaper's performance.

Cities have become Grim Reaper under the shadow of Death's ascension, and if it weren't for the fact that I've been there all the way, I can't believe Death has done so much! ”

"Got it, this plane is the Black Death at this moment!" Luo Xiaoyi was instantly determined.

Boccaccio hoped that Luo Xiaoyi would explain more.

"Great writer seniors, I can only say to you"

"The god of fate, by her inscrutable will, uses an unpredictable means to transfer wealth from one man to another!

And all the life and death in front of you, sorrow and crying, on the scale of the universe, but the meteor flashes and disappears, I hope you will comprehend the consciousness of Alaya as soon as possible, stay away from the upside-down dream, and nirvana! ”

Boccaccio was shocked in his heart, and said that you are a stranger who is really super shocking, bringing me a new touch beyond the imprisoned mind, please be sure to walk with me and travel deeper into the world of death, to witness the hell of this era of destruction.

So they continued all the way to the east.

Time never stops, taking away all the years.

Just like that, just like that, just lost.

At that time, the two came to a large city on the plains.

I don't know if it's the lord, the king's original fortified fortress.

Now the doors are open and chaotic.

The only purpose of these open gates was to transport the mountains of corpses outside the city in ox carts.

The pack ox walked silently, as if it was mourning for the dead who had been manipulated by death, leaving their tears in their thick streams.

On the pile of carcasses carried by pack oxen, another creature galloped with joy.

Jumping up and down among the corpses, it seems that this journey to death is a long-planned spring outing.

These big black rats passed by Luo Xiaoyi and Boccaccio at the beginning of their new journey.

A large group of ragged half-grown children chasing the car of the dead and refusing to disperse.

Seeing the arrival of two outsiders, I was jubilant.

The bare feet without shoes happily trampled on the muddy ground.

The puddles above were piled up with horse urine and corpse water.

This splattered filth.

At the feet of children, like a rainbow after the rain, the crystal water droplets are scattered.

They happily sang loudly to Luo Xiaoyi and Boccaccio.

Garland of roses.

The pocket is full of flower petals.

Ashes, ashes.

We fall down.

Garland of roses.

The pocket is full of flower petals.

Ashes, ashes.

We fall down.

The two of them wandered all the way through the city.

For the tragic situation that happened here

Luo Xiaoyi was speechless all the way.

Boccaccio wrote this in his diary about the city's tragic deeds:

The city of 50,000 people dies about 500 people every day

Everyone was in a state of panic.

So says a poor resident.

"Fathers abandon their children, wives abandon their husbands, and the plague seems to be transmitted by breath and sight. And so they died, and there was no one to bury them, because there was no one to be found, and friendship and money were not working. The bodies were piled up in several large earth pits, and I buried my five children with my own hands. There are too many dead people...... The half-hidden corpses were pulled out of the soil by hungry dogs and torn to shreds......"

Such tragedies happen all the time.

The banner of death waives in the wind.

Cover this house-to-house, miles of human settlements with death.

Boccaccio also wrote

At this moment, under the false shroud of the indefinite number of yesterday's life and today's death.

The surviving inhabitants began to lose faith in the Christian faith, which was cherished like treasures.

Perhaps it was the monks who had lived in the deep courtyard of the high walls and belonged to the Roman Catholic Church that did not give enough explanations to the people to dispel the explanation of the disaster.

In fact, the Holy See's explanation for the coming of this plague is that the human heart is not ancient, sin is rampant, the end is coming, and the great plague is God's punishment for people, so the Holy See is powerless.

The inhabitants died like this, and it was not a pleasant journey to the kingdom of heaven that they would eventually reach.

So in the panic of the plague, people turned to some folk gods with magical powers.

These guardian saints, who were well aware of the suffering of the victims, had the power to heal the sick and have a compassionate heart, which challenged the authority of the Christian God and sparked debates about the nature of religion.

Here, everyone is doing what they can to survive, and they are calling for the arrival of the Patronus.

Boccaccio worked tirelessly

Luckily, the living inhabitants of the city told us

There is a powerful guardian deity in this city.

Is he holy? Locke!

Saint? Rock was born in the countryside not far from the city and was born with a red cross birthmark on his chest.

Locke helped the poor as a young man, and on his pilgrimage to Rome, plague everywhere he went, and he stroked the patient's lump to subside the pain in an instant.

Now, the Almighty is in the city.

The people here flock to St. St. every day. In front of Locke's residence, he hoped to use his protective powers to favor him.

I suggested that my companions go with me to see the glory and holiness of this miracle.

The great power of my companion to this is undeniable.

Let's go together.

That saint? Locke's dwelling is really full of people.

The poor people who have been infected, who have difficulty moving, are allowed to be transported here by either their relatives or well-wishers in various agricultural tools.

Here, there is still a trace of their survival.

They either collapsed to the ground, or leaned stubbornly on the wooden wheels of the large ox cart that carried him.

Their eyes are much brighter than their ** named by the Grim Reaper.

Straight stare at the saint? Deep behind the doorway of Locke's dwelling, he expected the great power to help him decline the invitation before he attended the great feast of death.

The man who was far away from them was reverent, his movements intense, and everyone was eager to rush in, to be under the care of their protector.

Near the dwelling there was a mass of monks, who were more indifferent than the other people's enthusiasm, and they looked inside, waiting for news like fishermen waiting for the fish to be hooked.

Luo Xiaoyi and Boccaccio walked together towards the room where the miracle was hidden.

The crowd didn't stop them.

The two strangers, especially the dark-haired young man's face and costume, were the most peculiar.

It was so full of life, as if it had come from a country where there had never been a plague

Hoping that they would bring new news to their patronus, they avoided it, and just like that, the two entered the room without incident.

Saint? Locke appeared in front of him,

He was standing on a high platform facing the sun, with a backpack over his shoulder, stick in hand, and one finger pointing at the lump on his inner thigh.

He was named by the Grim Reaper, and at the moment he was asking the painter to complete his posthumous portrait.

Boccaccio recorded their conversation in this way

Boccaccio: A powerful Guardian of the Saint? Locke, why do you look like this, have you lost the battle with the Grim Reaper?

Saint? Locke replied: The Grim Reaper here is truly the master of the mortal world, and nothing escapes his punishment, and neither do I.

Boccaccio: But we know your deeds, how you heal and save people.

Saint? Locke: That's only because I'm closer to these poor, sick people than anyone else, and I'm helping them to cut off the mark of the Grim Reaper, and now the Grim Reaper has named me.

Boccaccio: I really can't wish this happened to you, respectable person, if you can save others, why not heal yourself?

Saint? Locke: Everyone only lives once, and we all owe God a death!

No matter when, no matter where, this god of death will always prevail, so whoever God lets win, he will win!

Saint? Locke said this, and his last portrait was completed.

And the monks who had been waiting at the door for a long time came in, and they saw the saint? Locke was really named by the Grim Reaper, and he was not happy, so he rushed out.

Shouting at the door waiting for someone.

"Your Patronus will not escape the call of death, and he, like those who have died, is about to go where he must go!"

The crowd faltered.

At this time, St. ? Locke walked out.

The crowd really saw the mark of him being named by the Grim Reaper.

After blind hope turned into complete despair.

Anger is the only emotion that can be expressed.

Our patron saint must not be so weak, he must be the most glorious and holy, the most terrible life.

You lied to us! You useless pretender!

Saint? Locke can only say

"I don't want to be God, or to dwell in eternity, and the glory of being human is enough for me!

That's all I pray, I'm mortal myself, I just want mortal happiness. ”

The crowd has seen too many mortals die without glory and desolation, and they need a godlike guardian who will banish him from the city if he does not live up to their expectations.

So, St. ? Locke was expelled from the city by the frenzied crowd.

Luo Xiaoyi and Boccaccio followed the saint? Locke went out of the city and saw him walking alone on the road, and finally fell to the ground, convulsed, and was carried away by death.

In this way, he was seen off on his last journey.

Boccaccio wrote

As holy? Monks like Locke, who often interacted with people, had the highest mortality rate.

The vulnerability of these servants of God undoubtedly diminishes the status of the Church in the hearts of the people and undermines the authority of the Holy See.

And to the saints? I was desperate for what happened to Locke, and asked my companion what he thought

My companion said

Except for aging, no one knows what happened to anyone!

What is the encounter?

Let me tell you!

All the people we have seen along the way, who have endured this tragic experience.

There's nothing to dwell on, all of this is a self-fiction of people who feel sad.

They don't understand that all this is because of:

I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for joy!

Boccaccio: My big man, I wish you could explain it to me more.

Luo Xiaoyi: Many people are like this, they all think of themselves as if they are in a dream, living a life in a muddy way, with only pain or love. Or danger can make them feel the reality of this world again.

That's what the real world is, and the reason why you still think it's incredible is because you haven't had enough of it!

Boccaccio no longer despaired, and continued their journey eastward with Luo Xiaoyi.

The two of them walked like this.

Soon the second deceased was forgotten.

On the main road, the footsteps of the two people rushed one after another.

"The two passers-by, please stop, I haven't seen a healthy living like you for a long time!"

Then they stopped, and saw a king approaching them.

The king wore a crown and nodded to the two.

The two returned the favor.

Then the king spoke

"This hellish plague has changed the color of the world, but I know how it happened."

The two would like to hear about it

It's all because of a "Pied Piper in Colored Clothes"!

Here's why:

Legend has it that one town, Hamorn, was plagued by rats.

A piper came and promised to help the townspeople expel the rats in a reward of a thousand gold coins.

He hypnotized the rats with the sound of a beautiful flute and led them to the river, where they lined up and obediently threw themselves into the river.

Afterwards, the mayor reneged on his promise, giving the piper only fifty gold coins, and laughing at him for his whimsy.

The Piper's face sank, and he played his magic flute again, this time hypnotizing not the rats, but the children of the town.

The piper led the children into a cave at the foot of the mountain, where they disappeared.

The Pied Piper must have made a pact with death, and wherever he went, he would take the plague there!

He must be sought out and paid the gold that was promised to him, so that the plague he spread would be stopped.

Luo Xiaoyi asked the king.

Is that true?

Real real thing!

Do you know where the Pied Piper is going?

The piper is now heading east!

Let's go east together!

By the way, I didn't ask for advice, you are?

Let the lads make their own achievements! I am Edward III!

And the three of them went east.

One day, a huge castle appeared at the end of the horizon.

Quietly dormant in the miserable fog and clouds, between this heaven and earth, revealing loneliness, depression and unknown.

And the three of them went to the castle.

Just walking like this.

From the gate of the castle raised a raging dust, and the ground shook and the mountains shook, and a large number of soldiers with spears and spears appeared in front of the three men.

The three of them froze in place for a moment.

A large number of sergeants were to come forward and kill three of them.

Edward III drew his sword and looked around

The killing intent is monstrous

He shouted

"Send your heads, bad dogs!"

Luo Xiaoyi stopped Edward III.

"Put down your sword, my king. Don't kill all enemies who might turn them into friends."

Anyway. Turning around, he walked towards the large number of sergeants who were waiting for him.

He grabbed a handful in his arms with his hand, stretched out his palm and spread it out in front of the sergeants, yellow and golden.

"In this realm ruled by death, there are still many people who can take these gold insurances." Luo Xiaoyi gently persuaded him.

The sergeants took Luo Xiaoyi's golden melon seeds

Rejoicing, praising and praising

Welcome the three of them to Strasbourg.

The three of them followed the sergeants towards Strasbourg.

Beneath the castle, the thatched houses stretch across the horizon, each of them isolated and so closely connected, indicating that they are all the same kind of dwelling.

These houses are the health organizations of the fortress, composed mainly of doctors, monks, and healthy living people, who were established to fight against the invincible Grim Reaper, and these institutions are willing to take measures that trample on the rights of citizens in order to effectively prevent the epidemic.

These measures controlled the epidemic of the plague to a certain extent, but in this way many social problems arose.

Quarantine measures have restricted personal freedoms and created many wrongful convictions, discrimination and hatred.

The three of them quickly walked to the front of these thatched huts, and saw that they were all imprisoned by the sick named by death.

The sick sat or lay down, their droppings covered in the sparse thatch beneath them, and the large, black rats crawled quietly beside them, waiting for the night to come and go out to feed.

The sick were hopelessly accompanied by the rats, naked, revealing the mark of their death, staring desolate at the miserable ray of light outside the door, and waiting for their final fate in numbness and despair.

Dozens of teams were constantly paraded, observing the condition of the sick in these huts.

As soon as the dead patients were discovered, the teams opened the chains that bound the gates, and used various farm tools to transfer the dead to the waiting ox carts without touching them, and transported them to a deep pit not far away for burial.

The clothing and bits of these sick people were also incinerated without touching it.

Black smoke rose into the sky, and the mist was misty.

It wasn't long before the thatched huts of the lost sick were filled by the newly arrived patients, closing the door of its death once more, and allowing the chains of lost freedom to imprison the miserable soul.

The three of them came to the castle gates.

The door is closed.

Because of the arrival of the people, the sergeant came out of the castle to talk to the sergeants who had left the castle.

"Men who went out, you originally planned to kill these three strangers and prevent these people of unknown background from coming to our castle, but now why did you come to the city with them?"

The sergeants under the gate shouted.

"Open the door, these three strangers are more alive than the tall horses bred in the stables before the start of the great plague"

The gate was opened, and the three entered the castle.

The eternal ceremony of entering the city begins.

A large number of children hurried to meet the three who had escaped from the hands of death.

And so they sang aloud:

Ten little negroes went out to eat; One choked to death, and there were nine left.

Nine little negroes stayed up late; One overslept, and there were eight left.

Eight little blacks play in Danvin; One said he was going to stay there, and there were seven left.

Seven little blacks chopping wood; One cut himself in half, and there were six left.

Six little negroes play with honeycomb; One wasp stung one, and there were five left.

The three of them walked around the castle.

Rushing to the face is the coldness of death's breath!

Boccaccio wrote of the current state of Strasbourg in this way:

Ten houses and nine emptiness, several miles of slaughter, depression of all industries, and miserable clouds

In peacetime, the son buries the father, and now, the father buries the son

We also saw the scoundrels of the city who drank the blood of the dead, who called themselves gravediggers, who were arrogant, who went about the disease without any regard for the sick, and who hummed obscene tunes and mocked the misfortunes of the sick.

Healthy people now have the right to judge everything, and they have not yet been named by death and walk through the streets and alleys.

and insulting the inhabitants of their own kind.

Lepers, beggars, poor people, prostitutes

These poor residents who are silent are being drunk by the health institutions led by these healthy people.

Either contribute all their possessions, or provide these healthy people for temporary amusement.

Otherwise, they will be called the "culprit" who spreads the plague, or they will be slaughtered, or they will be driven out of the city.

In this situation where every city and every castle is fortified and clear, the end of leaving the city is undoubted, and death is inevitable!

In any case, these untold residents can also communicate and bargain on an equal footing with the healthy people of these health institutions!

And what happened to the inhabitants of the "cursed nation" at this moment is really different!

From the beginning of the Great Plague, the inhabitants of these "cursed peoples" under the rule of death were considered by many city dwellers to be responsible for the Great Plague!

Immediately become the object of opposition and exclusion!

The plague has fueled anti-"cursed people" sentiment everywhere, and the indigenous people generally believe that the plague was caused by the "cursed people" poisoning wells

The inhabitants of the "cursed nation" in this city have been grouped into fixed neighborhoods, and the yellow Star of David has been worn in their clothes to distinguish them.

Countless appeals, protests, and protests of the inhabitants of the "cursed nation" are ignored at this moment.

Now, they are gathered together in this way, and I am very worried that I will see an unfortunate accident happen in such a castle.

My two companions, however, were not concerned about what was happening to the inhabitants of these "cursed peoples".

Nian Zi inquired about the whereabouts of the "Piper in Colored Clothes".

There are already a lot of healthy people who tell them clear answers.

Now all the land knew that the "Pied Piper" had indeed passed through every city, spreading the plague, and then heading to the east.

In fact, we immediately wanted to go to him and ask him to stop his dealings with the devil and put an end to this disaster.

"Then why don't you move?" My partner Luo Xiaoyi asked them.

"We stopped here, not because we lost our courage, but because we were waiting for an important guest."

"What guest?"

"An army of redeemers!"

"Who are they and what do they do?"

Boccaccio added:

At the time of the Great Plague, another challenge to the Holy See came from a civil movement of a completely different nature: the unbelievable whipper. The movement originated in Eastern Europe and flourished in Germany and France.

These men marched in hundreds and thousands of marches through the main thoroughfares of every town. Dressed in dark clothes and masks, they carried a leather whip with an iron head, and they repeatedly whipped themselves on the chest and back.

These flagellants are in opposition to the church, which represents the Orthodox culture.

They have their own interpretation of this abnormal behavior, which is to alleviate the sins of the world through self-corporal punishment and thus obtain God's forgiveness.

The Whiplasher Movement had a positive effect on the transformation of the human psyche in a short time: for a time people began to examine their mistakes, and robbers and thieves took the initiative to return the stolen goods.

Boccaccio wrote with great concern:

Speaking of these armies of atonementers, their exploits have been at the vanguard of the persecution of the "cursed nation"!

The inhabitants of these "cursed peoples" have traditionally been forbidden to own real estate, so many of them have been forced to engage in abhorrent money transactions and lending.

The poor "cursed people", in the conflict of hatred of humanity under this plague, are like being thrown into the street with emptiness, like a sick person fleeing death.

But everywhere is full of energy to be killed, and the frost beats the rootless grass.

Now, the army of the Atonement is coming!

Thank the Lord that a year ago we rejoiced and blessed with so much firstfruits of the Holy Spirit to reunite our brothers and sisters in Christ.

Today, despite our suffering, we have come to this place of thanksgiving and praise in peace and quiet, despite our suffering, and have been blessed with the blessings that You have poured out into our cup of blessing over the years.

Let us make an altar offering with our testimony and our singing, and we will praise with a loud voice and praise our Lord my God.

Pray that Your Holy Spirit will do good work again, so that more seekers who come to You will be freed from Satan's dominion and come into Your name to share in Your salvation!

that we may rejoice and dwell together in the house of the Lord forever.

Boccaccio wrote:

And so they sang and shouted.

Stretching for several miles, the car is like flowing water and the horse is like a dragon.

Like the desert marching ant, he despises all living beings and looks down on the world.

So they went into the city and went straight to the "cursed people" ghettos.

And they began their toils in the night.

All the inhabitants of these irresistible "cursed peoples" are so soft and simple that they are neither connected to or controlled by joints or limbs, nor are they overwhelmed by them, and they hang like fat on fragile bones.

However, they can choose from a wide variety of shapes, swelling or compression, bright or dark, and they can achieve their goals in the sky and accomplish tasks they love or hate.

And so, in one night, the army of the Atonement burned 16,000 inhabitants of the "cursed nation"!

Such a feat, as did the ancestors of the "cursed nation" did in Egypt!

Boccaccio wrote

After a night of hard work, this morning, I sadly recorded it all.

I didn't understand the meaning of that, so I asked my companion.

Why did they do that? Why kill these poor people? ”

My companion Luo Xiaoyi replied to me

"Dead friends don't die poor!"

Boccaccio: I really want you to make it clear

Luo Xiaoyi: Tragic and painful encounters are a face of life that the cycle of fate has revealed.

But we tend to be flattered by good fortune and forget the dark side.

So when we hear a tragic story, we have the feeling of waking up from a dream.

Let go of all this, vanity, all vanity!

Now, let's leave this misty place.

There are so many dead here that the land has lost its fertility even more than the land that the Grim Reaper has cultivated!

The three of them went out of the city and continued eastward.

The scenery at this moment seems to usher in the colors of spring.

The scenery of the new year is beautiful

Look at the big and small rivers and ice pans

The valley is green with the joy of hope

Remnant Winter has revealed its weaknesses

is fleeing back to the wild mountains

Fleeing from the mountains over there

Bursts of weak ice crystals were sent

Spread out in strips on top of the green fields

The sun can't stand this paleness

Everywhere is urging growth and competition

Let all things come to life with color

It's just that there is no flower letter in this outskirts of the city

The sun attracts a lot of tourists

You're about to fall back from a great place

Look back at the city gate

From the deep and empty doorway

A colorful crowd is pouring out

A man stepped out of the crowd and came towards the three of them.

The three of them greeted him.

O man of great deeds, why did you leave these crowds of butterflies and butterflies and come to us?

These people were not supposed to be with me, these richly dressed and embraced people were aristocrats, far from the city-states that had become ghost towns, and they would go to the warm spa sanctuary to avoid the unpleasant plague and continue their carefree and luxurious life.

And I saw three, there is a direction to go, I hope to find someone with a direction to go with!

The three of them asked again, what about your direction?

This great man said:

I don't know anything anymore and don't care.

And don't think it matters anything.

And suddenly, I felt truly free.

However, in history, just like in a person's life, momentary regrets and misunderstandings will be forged into eternal hatred, and the losses caused by an hour's delay will be difficult to redeem in a thousand years.

I came to this damn hell only to face the actions of the Grim Reaper.

Luo Xiaoyi spoke

"If you want to see the real Grim Reaper, you've really got the right team."

This great man was happy to join the trio and said that he was the Byzantine Emperor Johannes? g。

The four of them continued to walk east, walking with their footsteps.

One day, I came to Mainz.

Boccaccio wrote so

This castle is not quite the same as the ones we have seen before.

It extends in all directions, and the flow of people is like weaving.

Because of its proximity to the Polish border, the city is closed at night and is bustling with activity.

In the fields on both sides of the road, crowds were piled up.

The vast number of sick people were much better off than they had been in Strasbourg, and they were placed in the sunny days of the fields under the warm spring sun.

Hordes of surgeons are caring for them.

The costumes of these surgeons are interesting, they wear glasses and beak-shaped masks with spices or perfumes in their beaks to prevent inhalation of so-called unclean air, and they wear waxed fur coats.

Since the outbreak of the Great Plague, these surgeons, who have been closely caring for the sick, have been in such a fully armed situation to care for those who have been named by death, but they have not been able to save their own lives, and the mortality rate of these people is the highest among all medical personnel, and even so, the common people do not have a high opinion of their ability to work.

What made me curious was that around these surgeons, there were many idle people standing, who were not doing anything, and they were just dangling around and watching the work of the surgeon in front of them.

Judging by their attire, these idle observers are academic physicians who only delve into theory but never practice.

Because they were in places they weren't supposed to be, it fueled my curiosity.

I suggested that three of my companions and I go over and find out, and they went with me to the crowd of people working in the fields, with the intention of inquiring for information.

When I got there, I asked these academic physicians, why are you here? Is it because you have been lonely in the deep house of academia for too long, and come out to observe these human tragedies?

Here's how they replied.

Such a tragedy is rampant on the earth, here and there, the god of death has already harvested so much, Rao is only interested in reading the books of the sages, how can we not turn our ears to what is happening outside the window, and now we come out to observe the works of this god of death, just to understand its skills, to find a way to fight him, so that all the living in this world will not perish.

I can only pay tribute to their contributions, and then ask them what they know about the Grim Reaper's skills now.

That's how they answered

The physicians who came here were treated to Galenian medical theories.

Both Galen and Hippocrates before him believed that there were four kinds of bodily fluids in the human body, which were blood, black bile, yellow bile, and mucus; When the specific gravity of these four body fluids is out of balance, the person becomes ill.

But the plague didn't seem to be related to bodily fluids, which led to a lot of skepticism in traditional academic medicine, and we academic doctors quickly moved on to other clinical fields, such as anatomy that developed after the pandemic.

Our teacher, Galen, has been agonizing over how to find the root cause of the plague.

Because this requires not only the improvement of technical means, but more importantly, the change of medical concepts.

However, after the physical dissection, the new theory proposed by our teacher was that the body could suffer from the invasion of bacteria and microorganisms, and Mr. Galen named his theory "microbial theory"

Now, our teacher, Galen, who was one of the first to come up with the theory of contagion, has been refining his theory.

In his book "On Infectious Agents and Infectious Diseases", he said that bacteria can transmit infectious diseases in three ways, namely direct contact, indirect contact, and airborne transmission.

There is a good chance that these theories will unearth a way to fight the Grim Reaper.

Our teacher, Galen, is now in the castle of Mainz, giving a royal report to Pope Clement VI!

At this time, my companion Luo Xiaoyi spoke.

"This Galen, he's done quite well, he's pretty close to the truth."

These academic doctors were elated.

However, Luo Xiaoyi didn't say much more.

So he asked them about the "Pied Piper in Colored Clothes."

The academic doctors said that in the valley east of the castle, when they excavated the buried bodies of the sick, they found an ancient and mysterious temple.

Our teacher, Galen, has done a bit of research there, and he can give you more answers.

The four of them hurried into the city, and went to Galen to make sure of it.

Such a team, a writer, two kings, a foreigner boy.

Nothing hindered them, and they met Galen.

The scholar was sitting across from Quemon VI of the Avignon with a sad face.

Hearing the request of the four people to know about the situation of the temple, he opened his mouth like this.

That temple was not a trouble, the trouble now was that the army of the Atonement was about to arrive in Mainz, where there were 12,000 inhabitants of the "cursed nation".

I don't want the tragedy that happened in those cities to happen here.

Luo Xiaoyi asked

The Venerable Pope is here, but he can stop the army of the Atonementers!

Thus replied by Cheman VI

Actually, I'm here because of this newly discovered temple, the army of atonementers, which is the devil's palace and it will tell us a little bit of how the plague happened and how it can be stopped.

Luo Xiaoyi asked again

It was the devil who started this catastrophe, and it would kindly tell humanity how to stop, I don't hear it, and such a thing has happened.

Then Galen spoke

We drew the entrance to this temple, and it seemed that some evil sacrifice was needed to make a connection, and there is a legend that the gate would tell people that the army of the Atonement was here for it anyway, and that it would tell the army of the Atonementers, and that it would tell the army of the Atonementers, and that it would just say it from its own mouth.

Luo Xiaoyi took the album in Galen's hand and saw that the gate of the temple was a huge door shape made of obsidian-like material, smooth and seamless, like two huge black monuments snapping together.

There was a small dimple at this occlusion, which Luo Xiaoyi recognized, which was the contact point where the permission card was placed.

Grimian VI spoke

That's right, the army of the Atonementers is now surging and very loud, this kind of power, the Holy See can't stop it, I feel that this temple is an opportunity, an opportunity for them to obey, if we can establish communication with the devil, or, let them think that we have established communication with the devil, then, as Galen said, is not what the Holy See needs to get, and then it will come out of its own mouth.

Luo Xiaoyi spoke

You're right, Your Holiness the Pope, we have followed visions all the way, and this temple is where they end. I can say that I can communicate with the devil!

Everyone didn't believe Luo Xiaoyi.

Luo Xiaoyi asked everyone to go with him and prove it to them.

Galen was still worried

Soon, the army of the redeemers will enter the city, and how can this pacify them?

Luo Xiaoyi said

We have followed the Pied Piper all the way, an apostle of the devil, and now that he has entered the temple, we will bring him to the army of the Atonementers, whatever he wants, and talk face to face! P>Galen asked again

Can we really bring the Pied Piper to them?

Luo Xiaoyi smiled

My Dr. Galen, I am the one who can make contact with the devil, but what I want, and then I say it from my mouth, these atoning ones, who are fearless of the living, but they are most afraid of the devil, and as long as they can talk to the devil, they do as he commands.

Of course, before that, you will see my communication with the devil.

Everyone looked at Luo Xiaoyi's confident face

Just say it in unison

So let's do it, let's go to the temple.

So the four of them went out of the city.

All the way, yellow sand and grass.

Upon entering the valley, the outline of the temple against the mountain came into view.

Boccaccio wrote

Suddenly, the ochre dusk was dark, and the fog was dissipated on a miserable and miserable day

The walls stand tall and can't stop the open gaze

Is this a deep cave or a palace?

Like a monster lurking at the end of the sky.

The massive temple was generally located at the bottom of a narrow valley, and its silhouette resembled a temple that had apparently been hollowed out of solid rock.

Looking to one side, the side of the ridge was a peak, and the dormant temple beast stretched for miles, submerging into the depths of the mountains

Looking to the other side, it was like the face of a giant beast crawling and sinking, like a mountain high.

The temple monster was submerged in fallen leaves, dirt, yellow sand, and broken wood.

However, the incomparable ancient brilliance is indelible.

Faced with such a behemoth, I can only guess how exactly it was built.

The façade of the temple is indescribably large, and seems to cover an entire depression in the mountain.

Because it has the visible part that is composed of the relief sculptures like the Paper-Shaped Gallery.

In the center of it is the obsidian twin doors, and the steps underneath are majestic and magnificent, but they are also as dark as ink.

The more I climbed the stairs, the more I couldn't take my eyes off the reliefs.

The style of the relief is a pattern that I have not seen so far, and the whole thing carved on it is the devil.

My companion who claims to be able to communicate with the devil, Luo Xiaoyi said to us at this time.

This relief is ukiyo-e, and the content of the carving is a nocturnal diagram of a hundred ghosts.

He pointed to the deformed and terrible devils and introduced them to us.

This human-faced ghost body is smiling.

This woman with a snake tail is a wet girl.

This man's body is a sperm skull.

As we walked up the stairs, we listened to him explain the devils.

Rao came to the Twin Gates, and the devil on the relief did not say that it was half done.

The twin doors are large obsidian doors that open to each other.

Neither time nor dust has corrupted the primeval majesty of the temple gates

Yes, this temple must be a temple of the devil,

Even after thousands of years of resting in the darkness and silence of this uninhabited valley.

At this time, there is no source.

The twin doors in front of us made a loud noise, but it was a language we could understand.

Why?

What head?

Who's coming?

What are the requirements?

Enough of the fire!

Burn your bones!

When we boarded, we were so scared that we almost wanted to go first!

Luo Xiaoyi was shocked when he saw that he had come with him, and he stood still.

Just walk forward alone, take out your permission card, and swipe it at the contact!

The message was projected onto him.

The miserable green, the deep blue, scanned Luo Xiaoyi up and down.

The people who came with him were glaring angrily, not knowing what would happen to Luo Xiaoyi.

After such a moment and a half, Luo Xiaoyi was safe and sound.

When it came to the twin giant gates, silent and thoughtless, the doors opened.

The people who came with him were still shocked and inexplicable, Luo Xiaoyi motioned for them to look behind the door, and they dared to look behind the door.

Behind the door.

A wide, straight road was paved all the way to the dark abyss, and at the end of the road, the raging bay tamely withstood a bridge of astonishing length from the end of the road to the farthest core of this fragile world.

These people in the company asked Luo Xiaoyi.

The devil didn't say anything.

Luo Xiaoyi asked them if they had seen the green shadow and blue light on their bodies just now, and everyone said that they saw it.

Luo Xiaoyi said

At that moment, the devil told himself.

Blood, blood, blood, I want to drink blood

Pouring on the guillotine

Ganlin drink

To heal the thirst for the guillotine

Whatever you want

Only blood, blood, blood

Fear of contact

Avoid contact

My love is the way to kill behind the extended

I wish to make it forget

Abandon everything

Cursed memories and even the threshold of madness

I only want to become the fastest murderous intent, the greedy beast

The companions asked Luo Xiaoyi to explain the devil's language clearly

Luo Xiaoyi said

The devil has said that if you want to stop the disaster, you need to sacrifice the lives of tens of thousands of living people!

Galen said

Where are we going to find the tens of thousands of living people?

Luo Xiaoyi replied to him

Isn't there that 12,000 people alive in Mainz?

No! Galen groaned.

He begged Luo Xiaoyi not to do this!

Luo Xiaoyi was numb.

Galen begged the people everywhere.

Everyone is numb.

Only Boccaccio begged for Luo Xiaoyi for Galen

Is it true that the catastrophe of all mankind needs to be borne by one people?

Luo Xiaoyi said

My writer senior, I would like to make it clear to you.

Only the "poor" in the world will not attract envy!

Because the inhabitants of the "cursed people" were traditionally forbidden to own property, many Jews had to engage in abhorrent money transactions and lending.

Their fate comes entirely from the fact that the advantage of killing these "cursed peoples" is that they can get rid of their debts once and for all.

In this way, they keep acquiring money, and in every turbulent time, today and in the future, their money will bring death to themselves

So capricious, so repeated.

It's all because of the squandered money and jealousy.

Their fate is not up to them.

But every other person in this kingdom, they need to live!

Both kings and a pope agreed with Luo Xiaoyi's statement.

And so it was!

So they returned to the city, and were in front of the castle.

The joyful songs and praises of the army of atonement roared to heaven from the end of the road!

Heavenly Father, I praise you for being a God who does not easily become angry.

Heavenly Father, I thank you that you did not treat us according to our transgressions so that you would give us the opportunity to repent and turn us to you.

lest the earth tremble when thou shalt be angry, and no one shall bear it. You are a God of grace and love, and you are rich in love and grace.

Luo Xiaoyi stood on the castle and watched the huge, emotionless human machine coming towards Mainz, snorted coldly, and dropped these words:

Damn fate! Deceived turtle grandson!

Beat the fool who came from Adam to be tricked!

People are getting old and not growing up?

You haven't been tricked enough!

In this way, the army of the Atonement listened to the edict of Chemin VI under the castle.

Chemn VI said so

My pious people

We have the Almighty here

I have been in contact with the devil in that temple

The devil told us

To stop the disaster

The lives of tens of thousands of living people need to be sacrificed!

The living man is in this castle

At the moment, I am already waiting in the quarantine area

We're going to burn them at the stake

All the way to the temple gate

The living were burned at the stake

Satisfy the devil's appetite

Let him stop spreading the plague

But everything we do today

For the sake of the living of this land

It's all eternal and glorious dedication!

When Chemin VI had finished speaking, the army of atonement was about to enter the city.

Alone at the door, Galen knelt down at the door, begging them not to kill the inhabitants of the "cursed nation."

In this way, the army of redeemers stepped on Galen's body, and one foot after another, embedded Galen's ** into the dirt of this gate of Mainz.

The children of Mainz rejoiced at the door, singing to the army of redeemers:

Five little negroes enter the courthouse; One was left behind, and four remained.

Four little negroes went to the seashore; A red herring swallows one, and there are three left.

Three little black men walk into the zoo; One big bear grabbed one, and there were two left.

Two little negroes sat in the sun; One died of heat, and only one remained.

A little black man finally survived; In the end, they got married, and there was no one left.

The army of atonement marched towards the quarantine area, and the procession sang loudly and powerfully.

Ants massive

Moving like a wave

The stake is served quickly!

Atonement armies

Small and big flocks

Listen to your orders

Go get the firewood!

A pile of firewood

It shall be burned with a dark fire

Charcoal ready!

The inhabitants of the quarantine area greeted the army of atonementers in terror

With the tranquil times we glorify

And in turbulent times we suffer

Behold the cloud-like army of redeemers

They are threatening frightened residents

What kind of iniquity have we sown?

They have a beak and sharp claws

Pounced on us and pecked and scratched

The doom has been inspired like lightning

Surround the peaceful and quiet quarantine zone

Lawlessness kills us

Finally the slaughter of arrows

Led to a murderous killing of vengeance

Our living are angry

and the executioners who slain us will pay with blood

Their killing is too fanatical

Our living are too weak

What is the use of weak resistance?

The winds of slaughter gloriously exalt the redeemer!

We, everybody scattered and hiding

The rebellious living are all wiped out!

In this way, the army of the redeemers toiled in this way, seizing one inhabitant after another of the "cursed people" and escorting them out of the castle.

On the way out of the city to the temple of the devil, the people were busy in full swing, the burners were erected one by one, the firewood piles were piled up, and the people were still working happily and contently as if they were in the season of sowing.

One by one, the inhabitants of the "cursed nation" were burned at the stake, and the flames were allowed to lick their bodies, and the screams shook for miles, and they were burned all the way to the stake.

It was more than a few miles long and horizontal until it was under the steps of the twin doors of the temple.

Bursts of killing and death laments!

How horrible it is for humans to be killed!

What moans and gasps

Black smoke rises high in the sky!

The stake was full of flesh and blood

Blood has stained the lake red

Loot the expensive decoration of the heron

These insatiable ugly creatures

These big-bellied and bent leg scoundrels

The feathers had floated onto the helmet

The multitude of the army of the Atonementer

Hordes of wanderers at sea

They are crying out for revenge

For this plague of plague

Don't be stingy with blood and energy

Forever hostile to these ugly creatures!

The black smoke of the dead man who rushed into the sky poured endlessly into the back of the twin doors, and it seemed that there was no day of full food.

At this time, all 12,000 people died.

Suddenly the ground burst out, sparks flickering

What a burst! What a roar!

In the middle of the storm thunderbolt!

Humanity bows down to the steps of the throne!

Forgive your sins! I brought it all in.

The army of human piety is terrified, not knowing what the devil behind the door will do to them.

Clement VI comforted the people

Don't get excited! It's just imagination.

All those ugly creatures are gone!

Good luck you didn't go king.

Let's go to the jubilant party in the temple

There is a welcome and admiration for distinguished guests.

Looking at the back of the twin doors, a strange light suddenly shone with strange colors.

What is the divine fire that illuminates the waves?

Causing the waves to squeeze each other and the light to shake?

Glowing, jumping, and shining

The object glows red in the night

Everything around was filled with firelight

The supreme power to create all things

Long live the ocean and the waves!

Divine fire surrounds heaven and earth!

Long live the sea and the light and fire!

Long live a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle!

Among the strange scenes that attracted the attention of 10,000 people.

Luo Xiaoyi stepped forward alone

Stand on the steps under the twin doors

Singing loudly to the darkness of the void behind it, leading to the depths of the Earth's core.

I go to chaos, to death, to night

I cry out to you by the suffering of the living!

Please open your throat of eerie horror

No more spells to declare ancient power!

The road to the abyss began to shake, and the pontoon bridge in the waves of the abyss fluttered like a leaf in the wind.

The long stream of people swayed from side to side, and they were inexplicably moved by the prospect of the birth of this devil.

The temple made by the mountain is carved with a relief on the nocturnal diagram of a hundred ghosts, and all the devils in the middle jump out of the relief at the same time, lifelike, the devil himself.

As soon as they landed, they began to kill the humans in front of them.

The humans shouted in panic and fled for their lives.

All the humans tried every means to get close to Luo Xiaoyi.

Luo Xiaoyi walked alone in the blood of the dusk, feeling that he was just an insignificant speck of dust on the ground in this melancholy twilight.

Na Luo Xiaoyi didn't look back all the way and stepped through the twin gates.

The massive twin doors closed silently and slowly.

At this moment, Luo Xiaoyi looked back, and through the gap between the gates, he saw a huge human-shaped cloud floating in the sky above the valley.

Luo Xiaoyi watched and saw a white horse, and the one on the horse was holding a bow. and a crown was given to him. And he came out, and he was victorious, and he was victorious.

In a flash, the door closed.

The world in front of me has changed for a while!

It's as dark as midnight, and as quiet as the sinking sea.

Suddenly, it's dark, and the world can be nothing!

Luo Xiaoyi walked forward alone, lifting his feet and landing on the ground, as if water was dripping into a pond, rippling circles of red light ripples.

Luo Xiaoyi was unmoved, and was about to start his lonely journey.

A figure stood still in front of him, just looking at Luo Xiaoyi.

Luo Xiaoyi also really looked at him, half loudly, and shouted!

"My day, you donkey day Gan Zongping, you are so chic here!" Running while shouting, stepping on the sparkling bright red circle of light, he walked quickly towards Gan Zongping.

Nagan Zongping didn't answer, he slowly raised his head, a crimson flame flowed in his pupils, and the light in his long red eyes looked at Luo Xiaoyi's whole body.

"You've killed me in a real pit!" A strong sound came from Gan Zongping's mouth.

Luo Xiaoyi was stunned and was about to ask.

Gan Zongping rushed up with an arrow step and hugged Luo Xiaoyi's shoulder.

With a tricky face, he looked Luo Xiaoyi up and down with a suspicious expression, and pinched Luo Xiaoyi's face with his hand from time to time.

Luo Xiaoyi is waiting to resist.

Gan Zongping jumped back all of a sudden, put on a gloomy smile, and muttered, "Not bad, not bad." ”

Before Luo Xiaoyi could react, Gan Zongping stepped forward again, hugged Luo Xiaoyi, the two squatted on the ground, and Gan Zongping opened his mouth, "You say, you say quickly, who asked you to come, who asked you to come to me?" ”

"No one asked me to come to you, I'm here to do the mission!"

"Task? What task? What bullshit mission? You don't know anything, do you? Yes, you don't know anything! ”

After Gan Zongping finished speaking, he jumped away again and circled around Luo Xiaoyi.

"You don't know who you're dealing with, I'm Satan, you know?" Gan Zong's body suddenly skyrocketed, but as if he couldn't break through this body, he was pulled into a lobster shape.

"Big brother, can you make it clear." Luo Xiaoyi looked helpless.

"They've been looking for me, they're looking for me, they can't let them find me, they can't let them find me," Gan Zongping reluctantly returned to his normal size, babbling.

"Who's looking for you? What happens if you find it? Luo Xiaoyi asked.

"I'm Satan, you know, it's Satan! I can't be found, I can't be found! ”

"But now that I've found you, it's useless to say anything!" Luo Xiaoyi lost his temper.

"Yes, yes, I have been found, I have been found, there must be a plan for this situation, there must be a plan!" Gan Zongping began to circle in a hurry.

Luo Xiaoyi was dizzy by his shaking, and simply turned around and didn't look at him.

That Gan Zongping hugged Luo Xiaoyi again: "Who asked you to come to me?" I have a plan. Yes, I have a plan! ”

"Memphhisto!"

"Ahh It's him! Hum! Very good, very good, this plan suits him perfectly, it couldn't be more suitable! After Gan Zongping finished speaking, he raised his hand, and a black fire ring appeared on the ground, he pulled Luo Xiaoyi and walked in, and with the beating of the fire ring, the two disappeared without a trace. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )r