Chapter 148: Filthy Earth

That's something called suffocation.

The sky and the earth are both dark, and I can't feel where I am, all I have is the blood and earthy smell that constantly spreads and stimulates the taste buds, making people sick, but I don't even have the strength to vomit...

This... Is it dead?

Probably not, right?

For Kars, perhaps the only thing beyond the ordinary is the familiarity of "death"... He disappeared between heaven and earth more than once, so he was not much stranger to the so-called death, and naturally he did not have much fear.

… This feeling is more like being buried alive.

Ah, that's right.

The memories of the short film began to play back slowly, and it turned out that even if he opened the root and woke up, before defeating Accardo, his body still collapsed one step ahead, and the ensuing backlash naturally made him lose the consciousness of resistance, and the world fell into darkness...

However, the most important questions remain unanswered.

Why did he get away with it? And why is it buried here?

I couldn't figure it out, so Kars tried his best to crawl out of this dark crypt, he was so injured that he could barely feel his body's presence, but it was really not pleasant to stay here.

…

Energetic, but unresponsive.

…

Probably because of excessive blood loss, not only the hands and feet, but also the ups and downs of the heart and lungs. If Kars's brain hadn't been thinking about the cause and effect all the time, he would have thought he was dead—a dead man can't think.

However, even if he is still alive. How do you get out of here?

He couldn't open his eyes, or maybe they kept them open. Anyway, it's dark up and down, left and right. There is a limit to what vision can do. Because of this, Kars can't expect someone to save him from here...

Let's not mention who has such good motives. Even if there is, it's still a question of whether you can find yourself.

However, it may not be possible to escape on your own... The attempt just now has said everything, although he no longer feels pain, Kars can be sure that right now, it is definitely the moment when he has been most seriously injured since he came into this world. He couldn't feel anything, so naturally he couldn't do anything.

… Could it be that he escaped by luck. Should you be consumed alive in such a place?

He wanted to smile bitterly, but he couldn't pull his lips. Now, even if he moves his tongue and the like, he can barely do it, let alone cry out for help.

Besides, he couldn't tell the time yet, and he didn't want to invite the ghouls to share in it... Then it's better to die honestly!

…

Just die?

When the thought did come to him, Kars faltered again, and it suddenly occurred to him that yelling was not so terrible, because he could never die yet, at least not yet.

-- Anyone is good. Help me.

The priest, who was supposed to believe only in God, prayed like this, and even had some intermittent snort of pain that seemed to be a hallucination, hoping to attract someone's attention.

- Everyone, get me out of here quickly.

That's it. In the midst of pain and struggle, I don't know how much time has passed, and the priest, who has never given up, keeps whimpering with his heart. and constantly endure greater torture.

…

Suddenly, the nasal cavity, which was almost completely occupied by blood, felt some fresh and tranquil taste. It was like a fresh breeze blowing through the hills, dispelling away all the bitterness and depression.

The body instinctively cheered. Even the mouth that was stuffed with dirt subconsciously smiled.

Kars could clearly sense that someone was carefully removing the dirt that had been buried on his cheeks, layer upon layer, as if he was afraid of damaging himself.

He couldn't see or hear, but it was as if he knew who the figure was, and he knew her gentle expression. Ha... Speaking of which, he should be ashamed.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

The girl spoke, and Kars could vaguely feel what she said, probably blaming herself... It would be extremely rude to leave a little girl alone in that kind of place, and in the end she could not get back.

If possible...

I mean, the priest was really trying to control his expression, he had some sadness, a little bit of embarrassment and apologies.

"So, I never believed the words of the Catholics..."

She carefully withheld the dirt stuck in his mouth, and continued to dig through the dirt around her.

Probably determined Kars's location, this time much faster than before, although the rubble and shrapnel in the dirt cut the girl's fingers, the priest still wanted to get out of this dark and terrible place as soon as possible - when everything was restored, he would make amends to the kind girl, although this was not the first time they had saved each other.

"Ha, if it's normal, you're going to pat me on the head again... I told you I didn't like that. ”

The monologue continued, and it seemed that her injuries were much worse than she had imagined, and her blurred eyes saw her holding her palm, but her consciousness or brain did not react to it at all - as if the body was not her own.

Will you be left with a disability?

Kars doesn't know, but if that's the case, it's miserable, and according to the negative version, it's better to die than to be happy... It's just that the girl who is trying to dig herself out of the dirt feels that it is better to live.

…

The girl did not speak again. The young body was constantly busy, carefully removing all the dirt that covered the priest's body - this time, Carlston was much more relaxed, even if he had no instincts, the psychological pressure of being crushed under the dirt was enough for normal people to go crazy, and the experience of breaking through the ground was almost like a new life.

Ha! How much can I breathe freely!

Kars did the same, but an inexplicable pain suddenly struck his chest.

… He saw tears welling up in the corners of the girl's eyes.

Why cry?

He didn't understand until he was slowly picked up by the girl, getting farther and farther away from the ground...

…

Ah, I see.

…

The priest was relieved, but then helpless.

Because, indeed, he was much more seriously injured than expected...

Because, now Kars, only the head and shoulders like a plaster cast of a human face remain, as for the rest of the body... It was just now dug out of the dirt by the girls one by one.

Unexpectedly, it looks like this...

He didn't feel much grief, and Kars seemed to open his mouth to comfort the girl who pressed him in his arms, but because of the damage to his vocal cords, he could no longer make any movement.

…

He felt a little moist touch on his lips—and in the distance, the morning light was rising. (To be continued......)

PS: (Don't get me wrong!) No braids yet! This is not the end of this section! Spoiler alert, this will be the first time that the emcee doesn't have to die to go back to the hot springs!! ）