I Was Once a Legend

Those hidden dark rooms must have important uses. Dong Zheng built a model of the church in the core. He did not go to the dark room for the time being. The first floor has basically been explored. Dong Zheng did not walk through the long corridor to the front of the church. The hall of worship, but the spiral stairs up to the second floor.

The top of the second floor is a lot shorter than the first floor. Dong Zheng based on his preliminary construction of a floor plan, he can probably know a lot of structures on the second floor. He first explored the corner near the stairs and found a quilt The cloister covered by a large cross.

The door is locked with a delicate mechanism. For ordinary pilgrims, this may require a little thought, but it is difficult for Dong Zheng to have a calculation with a core, and he will unlock it and push it away without much effort. Hidden little door, a narrow passage unfolded in front of eyes.

For concealment, the door was very low. Dong Zheng walked down and walked in, and the inside was much taller. This is a gallery with many picture frames hanging on both sides of the wall.

There is no window in the dark road. The light is poor. Dong Zheng wakes up without electronic products such as mobile phones. Normal pilgrims may need to obtain lighting tools before coming back here, but Dong Zheng directly increases the flow of the visual port. A little light came through the crossing and looked at the pictures one by one.

Unlike the murals outside, these paintings have little to do with religion, and are more like describing the scenery of pure white boundaries.

Dong Zheng looked all the way, his steady and slow footsteps echoed in the narrow aisle, and there was a terrifying sense of tension.

Suddenly, Dong Zheng's eyes stopped, and he stopped.

In front of him was a one-meter-high painting. The man in the painting was wearing a blue and white maid costume, standing in a beautiful garden and holding a blood-stained knife.

He has short black hair, a slightly childish face with a firm expression on his face, and blood splashes on his face, making it even more rock-solid in his dark eyes-that Dong Zheng is familiar with, Cui in his youth Zuo Jing's face.

A young boy wielding bloody swords, wearing the maid costume of Alice's animation, this strong sense of disobedience made Dong Zhengqing frown. He looked at the painting for a long while, and finally concluded: It looks good to wear a skirt on the left.

Just kidding, Dong Zheng raised his hand to touch the painting. The texture of the oil painting was clearly transmitted to his fingertips. In the lower right corner of the painting, he found a small English word.

The words are really very small, written in black paint, if you don’t look carefully, it’s really hard to see.

——Dolly.

This word awakened all the memories related to Dong Zheng. He remembered that Cui Zuojing had told him that during his last trip to the pure white land, the queen called him Dolly.

In most cases, Cui Zuojing is called by the name of a woman, and he also painted such a picture. The queen’s mind is malicious. For her, the teenager who struggled from the boundary of life and death to her in the past Is that the image?

Dong Zheng was very uncomfortable in his heart. Although he knew that Cui Zuojing's character would probably not care much, he still didn't want him to see the painting.

Dong Zheng looked away and continued to look. Beside that painting, the two-meter-high frame was a completely clean canvas, blank and nothing.

Dong Zheng frowned deeper, he remembered this strange thing, and the subsequent paintings were similar to the previous ones, expressing the scene of pure white boundary.Dong Zheng determined that this secret road had little to do with the contents of the box itself. He guessed that Kether had deliberately designed this and wanted to convey some information.

Soon after seeing the last painting, Dong Zheng returned from the same way. He restored the mechanical lock of the door, remembering the position of the dark path. The figure of the maid dressed as a teenager still appeared in his head. Dong Zheng shook his head and turned to continue to explore. .

Cui Zuojing walked all the way to the back yard.

He has been on the third floor and has been in the box for more than an hour. Cui Zuojing has not seen anyone, and he has not found any traces left by his companions.Along the way, he saw many traces of fighting. Although the scene had been cleaned up, he still couldn't hide his eyes. There was no figure in the church, and he was definitely inseparable from that.

Cui Zuojing stopped to appreciate the sculpture of the Virgin for a moment, and suddenly heard the tiny sound from a room not far away.

The surroundings were too quiet, and this sound was particularly obvious. Cui Zuojing was shocked, thinking which teammate was there.

He walked quickly, and seemed to hear the sound of his footsteps, and the sound quickly disappeared, but the teenager still clearly judged the direction according to the previous sound.He went to a corner, pondered for a moment against the wall decorated with the crucifix of the statue of Jesus, and raised his hand and knocked.

Hollow, there are secret passages.

Cui Zuojing groped around, and soon, he pressed the cross and found that it could actually rotate.

Turning the cross 180 degrees, Jesus nailed the cross upside down on the cross, listening only to the dull sound of the machine running, and a secret door opened in front of Cui Zuojing.

The bloody smell came across, almost so thick that Choi Zuojing suffocated. He covered his nose with frowns and drilled into the dark room.

Suddenly a gust of wind struck, and Cui Zuojing raised his hand to block the wooden stick hitting him on his head, grabbed it with his backhand, and pointed it between the attackers' throats: "Don't move!"

At this time, with the help of the outside light, Cui Zuojing saw that he was attacked by a woman. She was pale and ghost-like, and she didn't have any blood, and under her was the blood of Datan Datan, which formed a pool of blood. No wonder Cui Zuojing just snatched the stick with a little effort.

The woman was very young, half leaning against the wall, gasping hard, her hair unkempt and sticky to her face with sweat.She wore a loose robe, her belly bulged high, and her legs crossed at an angle. Seeing the bloody umbilical cord at the corner of the robe, Cui Zuojing's face changed suddenly.

Next to her, there was a wet child, apparently just born, wrapped in a rag.Seeing Cui Zuojing looking at the child, she immediately held the baby in her arms in horror and stared at him cautiously, looking like a trapped beast with nowhere to go.

"Don't be afraid, I am not malicious." Cui Zuojing threw the stick behind him, he raised his hands and asked, "Are you alone here? Where have the other people in the church gone?"

"The heretics... they killed everyone!" The woman's voice trembled. She was already very weak. Cui Zuojing needed to listen carefully to hear what she was saying, "They shut me up here, I heard With the sound of their killing, crying, screaming, God has not come to save us... Those evil blasphemers are destined to go to hell!"

The child seemed to feel something, and suddenly cried, his voice was very weak, and his crumpled face was red.

"Go to the priest, the priest knows everything..."

The woman gasped hard. She looked at Cui Zuojing, her eyes full of begging, and stretched out the hand holding the child: "Please... save my child, he is... hope of saving everything..."

Cui Zuojing had to take the child with blood on his body, only to feel as soft as a hug.He held the child a little strangely. This posture was learned from his parents. When Victor was still a cat, his mother likes to hold Victor in the posture of holding a child.

"Okay, I will try to take care of him as much as possible." Knowing the amount of bleeding, the woman in front of him could not live long, and Cui Zuojing agreed to her.He wiped the child with a rag and took off his coat to wrap it again, at least to make it warmer and more comfortable.

Seeing that Cui Zuojing did want to help her take good care of the children, the woman was relieved, she barely smiled, and her breath quickly fell silent.

Cui Zuojing didn't stay in the dark room with too much blood, he quit, thought about it, closed the door, and at least kept the woman's body from being exposed.

"Then you will follow me, but you have to be obedient." Looking down at the child in arms, the new father Cui Zuojing sighed. Fortunately, the baby was not noisy and just cried for two minutes. I was tired and quieted down again.Otherwise, if you bring a moving sound source and attract hatred without a dead end, Cui Zuojing may be crazy.

It seems that the traces of fighting in the church were left between the pagans and the congregation. The pagans won a great victory, but they did not know where they had taken the dead body of the congregation.

Suddenly Cui Zuojing thought of the coffin on the sermon altar, he gave a clatter, realized what he was, and took the child down the stairs.

The child was about seven catties, and Cui Zuojing opened his coat and looked at it. It was a boy. The woman said that the child is the hope of saving everything. Will that be the Son?

Isn’t it a saint, don’t know if you try it?

Cui Zuojing cleared his throat and said, "That... I, Cui Zuojing, confess to you here. I once killed a dedicated forest ranger because of my troubles on the mountain. I fled afterwards. The law I haven’t been given the judgement I deserve, but I still feel uneasy in my heart. I am burdened with bloody sins. I sincerely confess to you and hope you can forgive me on behalf of God."

When the words fell, nothing happened, and the child's eyes in his arms hadn't opened yet, and he was crumpled like a little monkey.

Well, it seems not.

Cui Zuojing shrugged his shoulders. At this time, he also went to the first floor and returned to the nave. The coffin on the sermon altar was still there.He walked up to the high sandalwood and reached the white coffin, placed the child at his feet, pulled out playing cards from his pocket, and lifted the nails from the corners of the coffin one by one.

The nails fell to the ground one after another, and the cards in their hands turned into powder, and Cui Zuojing took the roses down, took a deep breath, and pushed the coffin cover hard.

The heavy lid was pushed and slanted to the side. In the coffin, the man in the white robe of the priest was lying sideways, his eyes wide open, his expression terrifying.

A hand of the priest fell beside him, his fingertips were covered with blood, and there was a word of blood on the inner wall of the coffin.

"The curse of the heretics is brewing, evil thoughts are spreading among the crowd, and only the birth of a new life can save it all—"

The last stroke dragged very long, and outlined the trajectory of the priest's inability to hang down. It is conceivable how he desperately broke his finger when he was locked in the coffin by the pagans and listened to the nail under the nail. , I hope to give some inspiration to those who come later.

Cui Zuojing turned his back to his priest and turned his head upwards. His eyes squinted round the mural of the dome. He suddenly discovered that the skin around the priest's neck had begun to rot.The rotten flesh vaguely smelled, showing a strange dark green.