Thick smoke billowed out, and each puff made a sound as thick as a tattered bellows, as if it was burning his throat and lungs, and Xia Feng's consciousness quickly blurred.

"No, you can't sleep, you're going to die. ”

"Sober, must be sober!"

......

The boundless crimson color was dim, and the deepest, deepest darkness emerged, and Xia Feng struggled to grasp everything he could grasp like a drowning man, trying to help him change this powerless state of drifting, and get rid of this unspeakable darkness.

Suddenly, there was a little red light in front of me, like the sun rising in the early morning.

Under its illumination, Xia Feng felt that he had regained a little strength, and then desperately moved closer to the red light.

When the summer breeze took this step with the help of the light, the light became brighter and brighter, turning from red to pure white, shattering the dark hole and fading in an instant.

"Whew. Xia Feng sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, he actually dreamed of a terrible fire, and before the fire burned, he fell into a coma in his sleep because of inhaling too much smoke, and could only wait vaguely and desperately for the flames to spread.

This dream was unusually real, which made Xia Feng's heart palpitate, and he didn't feel the existence of the fire, so he sat sluggishly and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

As the rapidly beating heart slowly stabilized, Xia Feng's spirit condensed, remembering that he was catching up with his graduation thesis in the all-night reading room of the school's comprehensive library, and laughed at himself in his heart: "The last few days have been such irregular late nightlife, no wonder I have such a real nightmare." ”

But when Xia Feng looked in front of him and was about to pack up the reference books and go back to the bedroom, a strange and unimaginable scene hit his mind like a giant hammer, making him suddenly stunned and blank.

There was no beautiful wooden desk in front of him, no messy pile of reference books, no draft papers to be typed into the computer, just a black, shaggy blanket with tattered corners, and this blanket covered him.

The place where he sat was not a back chair in the library, but a narrow wooden bed.

"Where is this?!"

Although Xia Feng is a little introverted and shy, and his reaction is not fast enough, no matter how he does at this time, he finds all kinds of things wrong: even if he is really on fire and he is sent to the hospital, it doesn't look like a hospital!

His heart tightened, he looked around hurriedly, and reflexively stood up to the side.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, Xia Feng felt a burst of extreme weakness and dizziness, and as soon as his feet were weak, he was about to fall diagonally.

Xia Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand, propped himself on the bed, and stabilized himself, his face was pale and restless, and he had already completely looked around at this shocking glance just now.

A dilapidated, cramped hut, except for the wooden bed beside him, there was only a wooden table that could fall apart at any moment, two stools that were still in good condition, a crate with holes, and on the other side of the crumbling wooden door, there was a stove of no original color and a clay pot hanging from the stove, and the wood under the stove had been extinguished for an unknown amount of time, and no heat came out.

Everything was so unfamiliar, Xia Feng couldn't judge where he was, and the constant feeling of weakness made Xia Feng's mind even more confused:

"Where the hell is this?!"

"My body felt like I had just been seriously ill, very similar to the feeling that the pneumonia had just gone away when I was in high school. ”

......

Countless thoughts echoed in his mind, but Xia Feng had never seen such a strange thing to the extreme, and his somewhat introverted personality made him not know what to do next for a while, and the thick panic was rapidly fermenting.

The only thing to be thankful for is that nothing nasty appeared, allowing Xia Feng to habitually take a few deep breaths and slowly calm down the panic, when a shout came from far outside the hut:

"Burn the witch! Adejan's church is going to burn the witch!"

"Everyone, go quickly!"

"Burn that damned, wicked witch!"

The two diametrically opposed emotions of fear and excitement were clearly revealed in the strange accent, Xia Feng was interrupted in panic, became curious, and muttered to himself: "Witch, what kind of world is this?"

As an adult who likes novels, that kind of bad premonition was faintly generated in Xia Feng's heart, but before he could think deeply, there was a bang, and the poor broken wooden door was slammed open, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy rushed in.

"Brother Lucien......" The boy with short brown hair and a knee-length linen jacket was surprised and surprised when he saw Xia Feng standing next to the bed, "Are you awake?"

Xia Feng looked at this different style of clothes, nodded numbly, and a ridiculous thought appeared in his mind: "Lucien, witches, churches, burning, could it be that I really traveled through, and I also traveled to the dark age of witch hunting in the European Middle Ages?"

Things always go in a bad direction, Murphy's law coldly reminds Xia Feng, the boy's hair color, the dirty old linen clothes he wears, are all confirming this, as for the language the boy speaks, Xia Feng's body instinctively understands it, and it seems to be able to use it, but he is still far away from the linguist, and he can't tell which language it is.

It was not strange to see that Xia Feng was not giving up, and the little boy with a few black and gray stains on his face was not surprised: "Mom always refuses to believe me, and secretly cries in the middle of the night, crying so that her eyes are swollen, and she keeps talking about poor little Evans, just like Brother Lucien, you have been buried in the cemetery." ”

"Dad was so noisy that he had no choice but to send a letter to Sir Vane's manor early in the morning, and let his brother find a way to come back, for he was already a knight's squire in trainees, and the doctor of the good hall did not dare to insist on that outrageous and funny price in front of him. ”

Speaking of his older brother, who had become a midshipman knight's squire, the little boy raised his chin slightly, feeling a sincere pride.

"But, now it's okay, they lost, I'm right, Brother Lucien, how could you be okay!"

As he spoke, he pulled Xia Feng's arm: "Let's go, Brother Lucian, go to the church square to see the burning witch, the abominable witch who caused you to be captured by the church guards and interrogated all night!"

coincided with the big change, and was thinking quietly about the summer breeze of life, I didn't want to follow the little boy to join in the fun, and directly burned a living person, it was really something that the self-proclaimed good Xia Feng couldn't accept, since he was powerless to stop it, then it was better not to witness it well, but the little boy's last sentence made Xia Feng startled: "This witch is involved with me?"

So Xia Feng changed his mind, restrained his surprise, let the little boy pull him, and stumbled towards the Adjan church.

Along the way, Xia Feng seized the opportunity to look at the people who were heading to Adjan's church.

The weather was warmer, and men wore linen blouses with short and narrow sleeves, trousers of the same color, and heelless shoes, while women wore boring and monotonous long skirts, often with a large pocket sewn into them, and the common feature was simplicity and shabby.

Most of the brown hair and brown eyes are mixed with blonde hair, red hair, black hair, blue eyes, red pupils, blue eyes, etc., and the facial features are profound and three-dimensional.

"Is it really the Middle Ages?" Xia Feng looked at himself, the same linen crop top, the same trousers, and the same heelless shoes.

Not long after coming out of the dilapidated and low-rise slum quarter, I saw a small but imposing church, with a high semi-circular vault, a huge white cross nailed to it, and the windows below very narrow.

There were already a lot of people around the square, and the little boy pulled Xia Feng to drill left and right, and kept squeezing forward, causing many people to look at it angrily, but because this was a church square, he didn't dare to beat these two bastards.

After squeezing for a long time, Xia Feng's eyes suddenly brightened, and it turned out that he had already squeezed to the front layer.

In the center of the square was a wooden cross, on which was tied a woman in a black robe in her twenties, with a pale face and a rather beautiful appearance.

From time to time, the surrounding people threw stones, wooden blocks, and saliva that they brought with them towards the black-robed woman, and the sound of cursing was mixed up in a mess:

"Stone you damn witch. ”

"You witch is hiding in our Adjan district, you must be trying to kill us!"

"My poor little Tracey died of illness a few months ago, you wicked witch must have done it......!

......

Occasionally, the black-robed woman closed her thin pale white lips tightly, and did not let out a snort of pain, but looked at the people standing on the steps of the church like a statue.

At the head was a middle-aged man in a wide white robe with gold trim, with a white soft hat and a round badge with a white cross painted on it, who looked quietly, did not speak, solemn and solemn, while behind him stood several men and women in white robes, clean and neat, with ruddy faces, in sharp contrast to the poverty and squalor of the square.

Behind these white-robed men stood a row of guards dressed in silver-gray chain mail, imposing.

The middle-aged man took out a pocket watch-style thing and looked at it, and saw that the time was almost there, so he took a step forward and held up the round badge with one hand.

Suddenly, the angry, hateful, noisy people in the square suddenly fell silent, and at the same time, they were synchronized.

All that was left of the square was the sound of the wind blowing through clothes.

Xia Feng was very surprised, even in modern times, it takes at least a few months of training to achieve this level of obedience and conditioning, and these ordinary people, who seem to be poor people, can do it?

The middle-aged man held the badge, and his voice was not loud but spread throughout the square: "Poor sinner, you are deceived by the devil and delusional to obtain the power of evil, from body to soul are full of filth, only the Holy Light can purify you, this is both the punishment of the Lord, but also the gift of the Lord, and the Lord's forgiveness of the lost Lamb." ”

"Burn her, burn her!" the poor people around them, first sparsely, then shouted in a neat voice.

The chaotic and frenzied scene made Xia Feng shudder, if it was known that he had crossed over, then the next person to be burned at the stake was Lucien, whose soul had been invaded by the evil devil.

"Before purifying you, the forgiving and merciful Lord let me ask you one more question: Are you willing to repent? Sincere repentance will purify your soul and enter the kingdom of heaven where the Lord is. The middle-aged man asked gently and compassionately.

The black-robed woman suddenly laughed madly, her voice sharp and piercing: "I am after the truth of magic, not the god of truth, burn me, I will watch the destruction of this sinful heaven in the flames, and watch this gorgeous church collapse." ”

"Maniac!"

"It's evil!"

"The bishop's mercy has been exchanged for a curse, these wizards who have been blinded by the devil are truly damned!"

"Burn her!"

The bishop said nothing, but the many poor people around him fell into a hoarse madness.

For the first time in his life, Xia Feng was in a frenzied and unreasonable atmosphere, and he couldn't help but think: "Medieval Europe is really dangerous!"

"But how can you burn her without a pile of wood?"

Although he had pity and forbearance for the black-robed woman, Xia Feng didn't dare to make the slightest move, otherwise he would be able to stone himself to death with one stone.

The bishop prayed a few words, and his voice became louder, louder and less emotional: "Sinner, then go to hell in the purification of the Holy Light." ”

The middle cross badge in his hand suddenly burst into bright light, brilliant and dazzling, so that Xia Feng's eyes saw that it was all white.

The bishop's hand was like holding a small sun, solemn, majestic and sacred, and everyone, including the little boy beside Xia Feng, bowed their heads and quietly prayed and praised.

The light gathered, shooting towards the blue sky, and when it reached the height of the vault, the light fell back and fell and was burned at the stake.

Red flames burst into flames, more than one person tall, and surrounded the black-robed woman.

She laughed maniacally and cursed madly:

"I will watch in the flames as this sinful kingdom of heaven is destroyed. ”

"I will watch in flames as this splendid church collapses. ”

"I will watch you perish forever in the flames!"

......

The mournful voice was heard endlessly, and the black-robed woman was burned to ashes along with the stake.

And Xia Feng fell into a daze as early as when the badge burst out with dazzling light:

"This is not medieval European ......"

"This is the world realm with true magic and magic!"

"My name is Lucien......"