Curse of human chaos
In the white marble, hundred-meter-square bathroom, the water ripples. The cardinal's thick leg hair stepped into the pool, and he sat down slowly, his fat belly submerged in the water.
Two maids wrapped in red bath topes came to the edge of the bath and, under the gaze of the cardinal, untied the bath towel. From behind, you can see their smooth backs and sleek buttocks. It's so smooth that it's hard to think about. The two guards in front of the door couldn't help but swallow their saliva. But they don't dare to make it more obvious. The two women came to the cardinal's left and right, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing the cardinal's body with their chests, making fun of it while helping the bishop clean.
At this time, the bishop's eagle-like eyes saw that the air in front of the door was slightly strange.
"You're here!nancy!" He lowered his eyes.
Nancy's transparent body slowly turned into a substance, "I didn't get the journal. Nancy's pretty face was dull. Apparently the failure of the mission made her feel that she had lost her dignity in front of the cardinal, who could take advantage of this failure to humiliate and possess her. And every time she thought of it, she would rather die.
The cardinal stepped forward from among the two lady-in-waiting with the figure of a devil. He slowly walked up to Nancy and looked at Nancy's face. Her gaze was like a knife blade, and Nancy kept her head down, not daring to look back.
Suddenly, the cardinal reached out a hand and grabbed the neck of one of the guards next to him.
Blue flames burst into the guard's neck, illuminating the guard's skin like a lantern. Moments later, fire erupted from the guard's mouth. Then there was a puff of smoke.
As soon as the cardinal let go, the guard fell to the ground. The sound of slamming on the ground startled Nancy.
"It's so easy to be snuck in by Nancy, and it's more than innocent. The cardinal scolded.
The beautiful and intelligent Nancy certainly knew that this was just an excuse for the cardinal to vent his anger, and that it was he who had a good chance of falling just now.
"Why did you fail!" said the red-clad protagonist with a straight face
"Actually, I had already succeeded. "But I don't know why the ancient book disappeared on its own." ”
When the cardinal listened, he woke up like a dream. He turned to look at Nancy and smiled for the first time in a long time. "I see, I can't blame you. Only then did the cardinal regain a little kindness and say to the other guard, "Carry the body down and comfort his family." ”
The guard resignedly retreated, knowing in his heart that if it weren't for Nancy's extenuating statement, he would already be a dead corpse.
"You come with me!" the cardinal said to Nancy.
He took Nancy to a small room next to the bathroom, which had a stone bed. The stone of the bed is very rough and pitted, but the stone glows red from the inside out. Flickering and flickering, full of mysterious power.
At the moment, it seemed to Nancy that it was just a stone bed. Just when Nancy thought she was doomed. The cardinal, however, pointed to the bed and asked, "What is this?"
Nancy tightened her arms with her hands, revealing a nervousness.
The cardinal placed his hand on the stone bed, and soon steaming smoke rose from his hand. As if grilled over a charcoal fire, the cardinal let out a miserable howl. "Tell you, Nancy, it's a curse. It's a curse that has been on me for decades. ”
With that, the cardinal put his other hand on the stone bed as well. The red light became more and more intense, and there were continuous red-black air currents flowing into the cardinal's arm, hidden between the flesh and blood, only the screams became more miserable, unbearable to see.
"In '76, when the exometeorite came, I was just an ordinary farmer. "Cultivating acres of fertile land and guarding a happy family," said the cardinal in an old voice, "but on that very day, these fiery stones fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, houses, wives and children, and even grandsons of the full moon were reduced to nothing in the flames. ”
"Looking at a few acres of green fields, I have tears all over my life. I couldn't help but ask God, what was everything, and when I was disheartened, I chose to die. I hit my head against the stars that had fallen from the sky, the weird meteorites. But I didn't die, and since then, I've become immortal, and the price of immortality is that I have to endure the pain of being alive and dead in my body every day. The pain was like the stars bursting, the volcano erupting. ”
"The years have passed, and even Chairman Mao and his old man have disappeared into the long flow of years. But I have to live every day in the torn pain of my body, I can't die, and I can't do without this stone. I hope that time will make me forget, that I will die or become enlightened. But the only thing that has deepened my impression over time is humanity. Outside, in that worldly mansion. Countless people consider themselves believers in God, but when they go back to the roots, it is not difficult to find that only the ego is their only god. ”
The cardinal ripped the towel to hide his privacy. Grab Nancy and walk to the balcony on the second floor, where she looks into the distance from the statue of the Virgin in front of the balcony.
"Do you see, Nancy, the bustling crowd on the street, all enjoying the bliss and plainness. But what they envisioned was the opposite. Which of these people does not want to be an official, which one does not want money, and which one does not covet power. They all look very weak, but if they are allowed to choose their own physical body, then each one is a Pangu...... Later, I finally understood that God had chosen me to lead them and guide them. ”
"But you're just a demon after all. Nancy said
"This world is not heaven!" the cardinal shouted to Nancy.
Soon, the cardinal regained his composure, and a wind slowly blew. "The reason why that book will disappear automatically is because it doesn't belong to this world, it's an extraterrestrial civilization with its own spirit body. Give me the information of its owner, and the rest is my personal grudge. ”