"Ha~~Ha!!yah~~~"

Although all the scenes in front of me feel a little hazy, the color is mainly bright red. Or rather, everything here is dyed red, as if blood had been spilled.

"Ha!ha~~Ah!Go, die!die!"

For some reason, Xi Feng only felt as if he was constantly bending over, and then straightened up again. He was holding something in his hand and was smashing it forward. Although there was an indescribable doubt in my heart, at the same time there was an incomparable pleasure, feeling that doing so would make me extremely happy, and my mouth kept repeating those few words.

His vision began to slowly clear, and only then did Xi Feng see clearly what the thing in front of him was, and he also knew what he was doing.

However, the body did not stop its actions, but was unconsciously dumbfounded and moved with its own body.

"Hah!ha!......! Go, die......"

The mace slammed down again, and the refugee who had been lying under his heels had been smashed to a blur of flesh and blood.

Not only did the blood stain the clothes of the refugees red, but it also flowed outward, gathering with the blood of other refugees who had been brutally murdered around them, who also had a tragic fate. The ground could no longer be seen under his feet, for the ground had become a pool of blood.

"Why!?Why am I coming back here, don't, I don't want it!Help!I don't want to be here!Help!!" Xi Feng knew that he was back in the terrible dream he had before, and his heart felt panic and pain. From his current consciousness, he knew that he shouldn't stay here, so he kept yelling.

But not only can no one hear, but the body is not under one's control.

"I don't want it, I don't want it, who, who's going to save me, take me away, even if it's ......" Xi Feng was still screaming, and he was so sad that he almost cried.

At this time, an idea popped up in Xi Feng's heart, and he said silently: "Even if it...... Kill me, and I don't want to be here anymore. Such a sad thought appeared in his heart, and the emotions of despair and sadness continued to hit his heart.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woo~~~" Suddenly, Xi Feng heard some crying voices from behind him.

Although the sound of these cries was relatively small and intermittent, each of them clearly reached Xi Feng's ears.

At this time, Xi Feng felt as if his body could move with his consciousness, so he turned in the direction of the crying.

I saw a church behind me.

This church is not large, and the architectural style of the triangular pitched roof that comes out of the surname, except for a properly sized cross on the roof in front of the door, the rest of the exterior decoration is very ordinary, even a little simple.

In the far back of the church, a fire had already been lit up, and the light of the fire was shining into the sky, and the surrounding area of the church was so desolate that there was no grass and no grass.

The main entrance of the church was ajar, and the sound of crying came from inside the church. Xi Feng subconsciously wanted to go into the church to see who was inside. He also felt that the people who were crying inside might need his help.

Xi Feng looked around him, there were no other orcs, not even the previous refugees and corpses, and he was also relieved to move forward. Still holding the mace in his hand, Xi Feng raised the mace and looked at it, thinking to himself: "This, I don't need this." ”

So, he threw the mace away and strode towards the church.

"Tsk~~~"

Xi Feng gently pushed the shabby wooden door of the church open, and the wooden door made a corrupt and inflexible sound. Xi Feng slowly poked his head into the church to take a look, and carefully walked into the church.

Sure enough, the setting in the church was just as simple. There are four prayer benches in each row, and a few windows on the wall are barely enough to let in the light. There are no elaborate carvings in the ceiling, not even frescoes, only wooden beams with cobwebs that support the roof horizontally.

There is a small platform for handouts in the innermost part of the church, and there is a round glass window on the wall behind the pulpit, and the soft light is dragged through the glass window to shine on the platform, which is probably the most ornate design in the church.

When Xi Feng walked into the church, he didn't hear the sound of crying. He walked in step by step from the doorway to the platform. Xi Feng looked up at the light shining in from the round window, and when the light formed a pillar of light through the round window and hit Xi Feng, Xi Feng felt an incomprehensible warmth. The light seemed to pass through him, illuminating his soul and washing it brightly.

At this time, a piano next to the platform attracted Xi Feng's attention, and he didn't notice it at first, but now when he got closer, he found this square and simple piano.

Xi Feng walked over to take a closer look, and the piano was already covered with dust, and a broken cobwebs were hanging next to the keyboard. Xi Feng opened the keyboard cover and found that the keys on the piano keyboard were clean and shiny, which was incompatible with the surrounding environment, and it seemed that someone had taken care of it.

Xi Feng thought, "Do I know how to play the piano?" I don't think I do, but at this time, I have a feeling of eagerness to try. Am I ......?"

Thinking about it, Xi Feng raised his hand and casually pressed it on the piano keyboard with his index finger.

"Ding...... Bite...... Ding"

The crisp and loud sound of the piano echoed in the church, Xi Feng took a deep breath, listened to a few piano sounds, closed his eyes, and thought, "This sound is really beautiful...... The mood is as if it has been baptized clean, so comfortable......"

"Woo...... Wow wow...... Woowoo woo ......"

As soon as the piano sound fell, suddenly a few more crying sounds reached Xi Feng's ears. However, this cry was clearer than before, sad, and cold. And when Xi Feng heard it, the source of the sound was just a stone's throw away, and there was more than one source.

Xi Feng hurriedly turned around, and saw that on the platform of the church, there was a female surname among the pillars of light projected by the round windows, about 30 years old. He wears a jet-black tunic dress, a black and white turban on his head, and a small cross pendant supported by a white cloth of clothing below his neck.

Well, it could be the nuns of this church. She was sitting on the steps of the platform, surrounded by seven or eight children.

The children were all crying, but the nun was still smiling, gently soothing the weeping children around her with her hand. Xi Feng heard the nun whisper, "Don't cry. Rest assured, kids. Everything will be fine. ”

"Huh!?" Xi Feng couldn't help but feel shocked and exclaimed. Because, he remembered the words, and he knew the voice. It was the voice that brought him out of that dark space.

It turns out that this voice, this speech, this warm memory, comes from here. Xi Feng said in surprise.

Xi Feng was already stunned, and stood there dumbfounded, looking at the child in front of him, as well as the nun. There was a trace of sadness, but warm tears flowing from his eyes.

At this time, the nun in front of her turned her head and looked at Xi Feng. She smiled kindly and gently, and said, "Come on, you come here too......"