The rain was pouring down, and the lights in the sparse houses kept disappearing, leaving only the lone street lamps still glowing yellow. Nights in this area are usually calm.

At the end of the street, where the last shimmer of light had been extinguished, there was a faint sound beyond the sound of rain.

"Bang, bang......" The sound of the water being trampled on.

Who walks in the stagnant water that does not exceed the feet, this kind of weather, even the most unscrupulous tour companies will not recommend a trip.

A black figure appeared in the light, he was not tall, even a little rickety, but his steps were unusually firm, like a pilgrim on the plateau.

A small black shadow was tightly attached to him, looking at the figure, it was seven or eight years old. The rain was down his knees. It's hard to imagine what kind of forces are supporting him to keep going.

His body no longer trembled, the cold rain made his body seem to be anesthetized, and the black robe that had soaked up the rain was so heavy, but even so, he did not stop, or asked the man in front of him to stop.

The man in front of him really didn't stop, even if the child behind him stumbled to the point of almost falling, he didn't look back even once.

Maybe it's torture, or maybe it's a kind of training? Like the children of Sparta who were whipped in front of the gods at festivals?

The surface of the water shattered all the way, and the ripples spread to a church.

There was still light in the church, maybe the priest was still at vesir, or maybe the candles were keeping vigil.

The dark shadow walked to the door of the church and knocked on the door with his black leather gloved hand, and the boy heard it clearly, three short, one long and two short.

The boy had never seen him take off his gloves, but he had never asked, and he knew that if he did, he would not know the answer, just as a man had never let him see a face under a black mask. Everyone has their own secrets, and some things are inviolable, which he understood at a very young age.

The boy raised his face and looked carefully at the church door. The light was refracted through the raindrops on his face. Messy strands of hair slanted across his forehead, his eyes narrowed into slits from the rain, and his face turned pale from the cold. But there was no bitterness in his eyes.

After a while, there was still no one to answer the door, which is also as it should be, after all, it was so late and it was raining so heavily.

The boy seems to have heard the sigh of a dark shadow, it must have been a delusion.

The shadow held his hand on the knocker and slammed the door open, and an old-fashioned pistol was pressed against his head, with a bit of force, making a metal crashing sound. His mask was cast of pure metal, glowing in pure black in the fluttering rain, as if it were about to blend into the night. His eyes were deeper than the night.

"Don't move." The priest with the gun spoke in a low voice, but it seemed a bit far-fetched to say that he was a priest, because the man in front of him did not have the slightest place to think of a priest except for a monk's uniform, and his tall and broad arms, and his disheveled beard gave him the impression of a violent bear, and the flush on his face was probably caused by too much drinking, and the explosive muscles almost broke the robe, which should have been wide. If you have to find an example for him in the religious world, it should be Lu Zhishen in the Water Margin.

He didn't speak again, for a dagger was already in his throat.

"Your reflexes have slowed down." A hoarse voice came from under the mask, dry as Saharan gravel, "What a sad encounter." ”

"You are?" The bear-like man hesitated a little, since the other party used the secret language technique of the past, then it should be someone he knew, but this kind of voice is something he can't remember.

"You're lying!" His roar drowned out the thunder, and he was sure he hadn't seen the man in front of him, and he slammed his pistol against the shadow's head, seemingly ignoring the blade around his neck.

"You're still so impulsive, Raychon." The dark shadow said in a tone of regret, "The ominous flower on the other side. ”

"The hopeless of the last days." Almost subconsciously, the man known as Lei Xiong took the next sentence, but he still raised his eyebrows, "Who the hell are you?" He just softened his tone.

"I have to acknowledge your progress." The dark shadow's tone was a little playful, "Why don't you ask us to take shelter from the rain, bear, there are children here." With that, he took the lead in removing the dagger.

Lei Xiong seemed to have just seen the boy, but he remained vigilant, and the hand of the spear was also kept at the waist position, turning slightly to make way for a way.

"At this time," the shadow walked past him generously, "you should say, please come in." ”

The bear's body shuddered.

The interior of the church was surprisingly neat, in stark contrast to the scruffy priest.

The boy suddenly lost all his strength, and sat limply by the side of the stove, like a thawing fish.

"Little one, that's not going to work." Lei Xiong said with a big grin, but the corner of his eye kept glancing at the black shadow, while casually stuffing the bottle in his hand into the boy's mouth, the boy had no strength to resist, and could only stare at him with angry eyes.

The taste was slightly bitter, but as soon as it reached his throat, it turned into a hot feeling, as if he had swallowed a fire, and the boy couldn't help but show a painful look.

"That's right, men just want to drink."

"Lei Xiong, do you believe in God now?" The black shadow didn't care about his nonsense, but said something abruptly.

"I'm not used to masked guys talking." Lei Xiong cast his gaze on the dark shadow again, his round eyes as if to stare at his appearance through the mask.

"I really miss your answer back then." The black shadow came to Lei Xiong step by step in a nostalgic tone, "Back then, someone said with a proud face, 'I never believed what my eyes hadn't seen. He said to himself.

Lei Xiong stepped back step by step, his gaze fleeing to other places, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the black shadow.

"It turns out that time can really kill everything." And did not stop, "What about your courage, what about your faith?" I'd rather be here, believing in something illusory! He slammed the dagger to the Bible on the pulpit.

"Shut !!" Lei Xiong pushed the black shadow away with red eyes, "What can we do, do we have the ability to resist?!" "He hammered the walls frantically." Everything is over, completely over, and even gods can't bring the severed bloodline back into the world! ”

The shadow was silent, just slowly removing the metal mask from his face at the angle of his back to the boy.

The dazed boy did not notice Lei Xiong's convulsive face and frightened eyes, and his head was dizzy, probably feverish.

"It's you...... You're alive...... Who is it? His tone was so complex, joy, fear, regret, grief, anger.

The dark shadow put on his mask again: "He's dead, and I've crawled out of hell." Zhou Leixiong, do you know that a person who crawls out of hell is not afraid, they are real demons. ”

"But there's no goal anymore, is there?" Zhou Leixiong seemed to want to persuade the person in front of him.

"Yes." The dark shadow let out a sinister laugh, "Sometimes you really have to sigh at the miracle of fate, which often shows its divine power in your most desperate moments. He pointed to the boy by the fire, "Fate has not forsaken us. ”

"You mean ......," Zhou Leixiong's voice trembled.

"He is the 'young gentleman'." The voice of the dark shadow was unmistakable, "Do you know why I love Greek mythology? When fate strikes, gods are just as helpless as mortals! ”

Tears flowed down his face, but the flames ignited in his eyes, Zhou Leixiong immediately rushed to the utility room, while tearing the monk's uniform on his body to shreds, and after a clanging sound, he rushed back again, and the posture seemed to be able to destroy everything in front of him.

He was wearing a dark black military uniform: "The commander of the 1st Mobile Assault Brigade of the Gyeonggi Praetorian Guard, Zhou Leixiong, reports to you. ”

Unfortunately, his excited voice did not wake the sleeping boy, who was still lying motionless by the fire.

"He's still a kid." The dark shadow picked the boy up, "There's still plenty of time left for us, isn't there?"

"Also, my current name is Tomb." The dark shadow said again, "The tomb of the cemetery." ”