"The bridegroom enters."

The voice of someone announcing reached his ears.

Groom? Is it already time to participate in the celebration of the church?

A flash of thought flashed, but then it was covered by some kind of blank fog and pressed to the deepest depths.

A proper dress is required.

It was this thought that occupied all that was in his mind at the moment. He's the groom, he's going to his wedding, and of course he can't just dress casually and enter the venue.

It was a reasonable idea, so he began to get anxious.

Fortunately, it didn't make him wait long in vain, and some unknown force began to help with the preparations.

Facial features - distorted. Withdrawing, the intense pain continued to come, and the face that symbolized him gradually became a mass of flesh and skin that could not be seen, and black and red blood oozed out and gradually coagulated.

A long, beak-like mask reappeared, obscuring the scarred face. The curved, sharp beak of the bird gradually elongates into an exaggerated arc, reflecting a fishy sheen in the mild sunlight.

Its tip searched through the air for no apparent reason, eventually slicing open his chest and finding the heart.

Pierced, splattered with thick black blood.

It wasn't until the sinuous beak made a beautiful knot that it stopped satisfied.

Feeling pain?

The four scales also flew uncontrollably, like four poisonous giant snakes, skillfully and orderly connecting his limbs and joints one by one, and the blood overflowed, dyeing the white suit on his body red—even black.

It's not painful, because you have the right outfit, so you should be happy as a matter of course.

Naturally, he couldn't smile without a face, so the mask did the work for him, bending out a strange arc-shaped crack.

Beethoven's scherzo sounded from the white broadcast horns, the bass strings gradually took on the image of composure and contemplation, and he gradually made his way across the lawn, leaving a series of bloodstained traces on the empty greenery to the rhythm of the minuet.

The grass was bent and trembled with contentment from the blood it had sucked.

"Groomsmen enter."

The inexplicable voice sounded again, and it was only then that he realized that there was a man dressed in black who was already standing next to him.

Is it Lu Mingfei?

However, the Lu Mingfei he saw was wearing a long black trench coat, holding a pair of antique-style small knives in both hands, with some black blood stains on them. I haven't seen him for a long time, Lu Mingfei seems to have completely gotten rid of the original silk image, his hairstyle is handsome and layered, and the back collar of the windbreaker is erect and the lines are clear.

There is even some gold in his eyes and some scars on his cheeks. Standing upright, quite a bit of decisive commissioner temperament.

He wanted to say hello, but Lu Mingfei seemed a little sad and ignored him.

"Bridesmaids entering."

A girl in a pure white wedding dress hurried from the side.

Her gait seemed stumbling, perhaps she had never worn anything like high heels, her hands holding her skirt were overly tense, and there was a sickly slenderness in her wrists and forearms. If you look closely, you can also see several needle holes that have not yet healed.

The long black hair was more plump and supple under the white veil, like a warm wind that stagnated from time to time in the stumbling steps.

Innocence, or natural beauty, but inadvertently touching people's hearts.

Despite the veil that made it impossible to see her face, he could be sure that he had never seen a girl like this.

Lu Mingfei didn't look at her, but still persistently lowered his eyes, clenching the handle of the knife, as if he would lose something important as long as he let go for a moment. Or it may have been lost, but it is just mournful remembrance.

Gradually, the girl slowed down. But her appearance is no longer clumsy, but rhythmically open her legs, some sickly white skin looms, the hand holding the corner of the skirt gradually relaxes, and between the anticipation, there is a sense of majesty of the empress on inspection.

But when she finally stood where she was supposed to stand, it was as if she had become a pale doll.

"Bridal Admission ......"

The sound faded away, and suddenly reappeared in front of me.

Lu Mingze's hairstyle is also well-groomed, wearing a small black suit, shiny leather shoes, a meticulous polite smile, and even a hardcover version of the Bible in his arms.

"The bride has already entered, so I will also serve as a priest, and the wedding will officially begin."

As his voice fell, a Miaoman figure appeared on the bell tower in the distance, wearing a wedding dress and holding a ball of flowers in her hands with white gloves. But it was too far away for him to recognize who it was.

The only thing that can be confirmed is a sense of familiarity.

Lu Mingze smiled indifferently and began to read out the familiar wedding prayer.

"Let us bow our heads and pray, God the Father, you are the Creator of heaven and earth. Thou hast created the world and have cared for the world, and we rely on thy power to keep it. Give us a pure heart and an upright spirit, and let our desires not hinder us from knowing your will, nor let weakness hinder us from obeying your will......

It was a normal process, but he felt that every word Lu Mingze read was all kinds of sarcasm and jokes, the hiss of the poisonous snake that tempted Adam and Eve to fall. It seems that there could be no more ironic than a self-proclaimed devil to officiate at a wedding with a Bible in hand.

"The grass will wither, and the flowers will wither, because the breath of the Lord blows upon it; The people are indeed grass. The grass will wither, and the flowers will wither. ”

It's the same passage from the Bible, but he recites it as if he were praising the beauty of the curse.

"Life is in him, and this life is the light of man. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness does not receive the light. ”

A large mass of cumulonimbus clouds drifted in, and there was no tendency to rain, but it really completely suppressed the beautiful brilliance of the past.

The familiar bride on the bell tower trembled for a moment, and his tattered heart throbbed with it.

"Because love is as strong as death, and jealousy is as cruel as hell." "The unrighteous may remain unjust; and he that which is filthy may remain unclean. "The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law."

Thunder and lightning thundered and thundered in the sky.

He stared directly at the figure in the bell tower stupidly, who could it be?

Some are like Zero, some are like Chen Wenwen, and some are like Xia Mi.

The scherzo has long since stopped, and excerpts from Bran's poem from the goddess of fate begin to play on the white trumpet.

"Bless the bridegroom, Mercer, and bride...... Let them come to you and be willing to enter into the engagement together, and let us share the joy that comes from you with the couple and support the establishment of their new family......"

Lu Mingze's chanting still didn't stop, and the roar of thunder and lightning became more and more frequent and intense with his voice.

The thunder and fire in the sky ignited the greenery, burning with a breath of sulfur and earth. A thunderbolt ignited the bell tower, and the bricks and stones flew so that the ancient bell only wailed before the bride's skirt was swallowed and licked by the flames.

'Terrible and nihilistic

Wheel of Fortune,

You turn mercilessly,

Thou art vicious and ferocious,

Smash all happiness

and good hopes,

Shadows shroud

It's confusing

You also struck me down;

Disaster strikes

My **'s back

Crushed by you mercilessly. ’

The roar is not like a human singing, but like the devil in hell singing in unison. It was sonorous and powerful, but more of it was wailing and extreme anger.

The candle of marriage and the candle of the family are crooked, and they are burning from the bottom. There is an inexplicable scarecrow swaying in the wind on the cross, with a silver ring on its skeletal ring finger.

"We pray, in the holy name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. ”

Lu Mingze closed the Bible and smiled, as if a huge whirlpool was reflected in his pupils.

The rivers of the world and the universe, and even the water in the Milky Way in the sky, finally converge into this primitive and mysterious bottomless pit, and the water here does not increase or decrease in the slightest.

It is the ruins.

The return of the ruins is the return of the return, and when people fall into it, the past will rush like a wild horse that has broken through the wasteland, and time will flow backwards and return to the beginning of nothingness.

Suddenly, not a single qiē disappeared.

There is no sound of the devil singing Bran's poems, no more sadness of Lu Mingfei clenching his two knives, no unknown girl appearing and disappearing like a fairy, no more countless familiar shadows burning on the bell tower.

The ceiling is still the same ceiling, and it hasn't changed just because Mercer has looked at it for a long time.

He lay on the bed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the confusion had not completely subsided.

It seems like I've slept well.

“…… When will I be able to sleep......"

Mercer stroked the face of the real Zài, his voice a little dry and embarrassed, and his eyes were full of disbelief. The computer screen glows with fluorescence, and the night is still so long.

(Two more.) In addition, there has been no update in recent weeks, because it's the New Year, at least a good score has to be piled up, right? Wait until the winter break to continue high-frequency updates. ）

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