Plague Doctor

Bloody in the cold breeze, the whole huge stone open-air theatre is covered.

Despite some distance, the Jacksons and others could see the situation in the center of the stage, especially the harsh screams.

The head that rolled down on the ground, the desperate eyes seemed to penetrate the distance and look at them, making each cold hair stand up all over them. Some children stopped crying in a direct and silly manner, while some adults also freaked out and shook their bodies.

“Who are these people...”

“Devil, devil...”

“Oh, no, no! ”

The smell of death has invaded, and those headless bodies kneeling in the desert are also kneeling on this stage.

The young man who had just been beheaded was obviously the next one, and those who were temporarily alive might be the next.

Adults, teenagers and children will all be a headless corpse on their knees, singing that song together. And their souls, together, will be left in Naqalxa, unheard of and searched for.

“No.” Mrs. Jackson hugged her daughter and hurried to the strange strangers: “Help us, please! ”

Mr. Jackson, Mr. Davis and others, like those drowning, can only grab this straw and cry for a way to live.

“I, I don't know...” Katherine was confused and had no idea what was going on, who the people in the blue and white uniforms were or who the yellow shadows were. But she could see that the yellow men were hunting for those in blue and white uniforms.

“The power of the Church? It seems so." The peacock has another ambiguity. Is it the power of the scriptures in the surrounding singing, but it feels different.

This feeling made her, Ink Green, Gold Column, Stone Amber, Waterpole all feel a little uncomfortable and disgusted, just like when trying to study the Sixth Secret.

Who are those blue and white uniforms? Compared to the Jacksons, they looked more like the earth vagabonds. Perhaps so, peacocks, they have an indescribable sense of connection, just like the people they know, important people.

At this point, the nightmarer suddenly spoke to the Jacksons and others: “You stay right here. ”

“Peacock, you come with me.” He said in silence, already walking towards the center of the stage, "Listen, I'm going to teach you, listen! ”

“Oh." Peacock, Ink and Green answered in unison, while Catherine and Tom were scared and angry: “Are we really going over there?” “Oh...”

“Wait!” “Don't leave us!” The Jacksons and the others screamed in panic, but couldn't help but see the freaks go.

What are they going to do, what are they going to do?

“The song of Bijutsu will be singing

Wang's coat was blown by the wind beat.

But nobody hears the passing.

Dark Calxa. "

The louder the song in the wind, the hundreds of thousands of yellow audiences around the audience are already singing together!

And people from several other different places on the stage, from the forest, from the mountains, from the sea... all panicked, some Nana with her mouth open, some her legs softened, some looked around to see where she wanted to escape, but where could she go?

They're already in hell!

“Cassida, Cassida. Silent Lake Harry, shaken again by your singing, you will lead all strangers to the departed Kalkasa, you will lead all strangers, let the light of Hasta come, let a new kingdom come! ”

The short figure was talking, and he pulled the cape open, revealing his flat, pointy, deformed head.

It's like the head of some kind of alien monster, with a pair of strange dark red artificial ears, a pair of tiny, colorless dry old eyes, and a rave of fanaticism on a dirty yellow old face, making this strange ugly face even more shady.

“Are you ready?” Xiaoxiao asked.

Wang Ruoxiang bent herself half the way so that the hands of Shorty Shadow holding the stone crown could close to her head, she said in a dull manner: "Yes. ”

Even though Wu Shiyu, Cai Zixuan and others over there were reluctant to rush, the delicate and creepy crown was worn on Wang Ruoxiang's hair. The size was just right, so it was built for her.

After the crown was worn, Wang Ruoxiang's eyes changed again. The depths were strange and the depths of Lake Harry.

“All kingdoms are made of blood, and all thrones are raised from the head. ”

“Your power is not vested in the crown, you are vested in the crown," said the dwarf Mr. Wilder. Listen to your power, you disobedient, what to do with it? ”

When he said that, his narrow eyes swept across the street and held on to two young men who refused to kneel.

“Chop.” Wang Ruoxiang looked at his old companion, “I gave them the yellow secret. ”

Gao Yu, Zhang Zhuodong and others' faces showed strange fanaticism, blood, blood! Let the blood make Lake Harry brighter and the air in Calxa more fragrant.

“Chop!!” They all echoed the Way of Peace.

The dozen shadows of the yellow coat were silent, and the mighty executioner gave Wang Ruoxiang the knife, which was dripping blood, and the latter slowly walked away.

The countless people in the audience around have quieted down, as if waiting to hear the sound of the beheading moment, which is the king's threat.

Yellow secret, dead and alive.

The people in different parts of the stage were held back by deeper pliers of fear, and the scene of decapitation of the reenactment was prematurely engulfed in their minds...

“Sergeant...” Cai Zixuan is still struggling, his face is full of sweat, looking closer and closer Wang Ruoxiang, screaming hard: “No, we have the scalpel... we are doctors, we are doctors from Dongzhou University...”

Wang Ruoxiang was still approaching, and death was approaching. Cai Zixuan's voice is weakening and he can't shout anymore.

Before people die, Cai Zixuan suddenly remembered those days on campus. Hundreds of pages of this book are all about teaching materials, human skeleton models, general teachers, white mice, exams, experiments, teachers, classmates... Although it's hard to remember every day.

Cai Zixuan sighed and remembered his family, suddenly eager to drink the beautiful soup made by his mother.

“Fuck...” Shuanning stared angrily at the only eye, and the missile didn't work.

Xue Ba, Yang Ying, Chen Xiaoliang... everyone struggled but couldn't help watching Wang Ruoxiang walk towards Cai Zixuan, the blood knife in his hand, the cold light flashed.

“Ah!” Wu Shiyu hasn't given up, usually she won't stand if she can sit, but now she has to stand... hope, hope, hope is power... even death, death with hope is better than death without hope... Tamilian, is the meaning of hope...

The confused mind intertwined with empathy, but let her regain her strength, raised her eyebrows, and let her shout:

“Everybody listen to me, Gu Jun is still alive, he is not dead, he is back! I talked to him, he's back! ”

In Lu Xianning, Xue Ba, Cai Zixuan and others' angry, lost and sad moods, slight warmth wavered.

Really... is Gu Jun still alive...

Shirai, thank you... perhaps it would be better to die with such a message.

Otherwise, if there is heaven, if Gu Jun and I are reunited, I really don't know how to say this... they are not not prepared for sacrifice, they have just studied for so long, and finally failed to use the spell, it is really unhappy...

“Cassida.” What are you hesitating to do, "said Shorty Shadow,“ that King Yellow's robe will cover the world forever! ”

Wang Ruoxiang stagnated, what attracted her attention.

Then Gao Yi and all the yellow shadows also saw, a group of six people walking from one side, wearing a white mask for the first person's face.

“Oh?” Mr. Wilder turned around, not surprised, but a string of angry coughs: “Really? Is that you...”

Wu Shiyu turned his head and smiled. Why is this feeling?

Cai Zixuan turned his head and looked. Don't come near me, you ordinary people can't fight!

Xue Ba and Xianning on their knees, their eyes barely visible, is it the righteous man, the man is still wearing a mask... a little strange...

People don't know who they are, they think they're ordinary people; but ordinary people don't know who they are, they think they're just weirdos.

Suddenly, however, they saw the yellow coat across the street, as did the surrounding audience.

The determined six accelerated their steps, the white masked man in front of them, walking forward, raising his hand and drawing what was in the air, as did the other five around him.

Same rhythm, same shape.

The vision was born suddenly, Wu Shiyu and Cai Zixuan all seemed to see the light gather, right in the void.

It gathers a mark, like a antler, like a branch.

As those six strangers roamed, there was a glorious white light, and the bear was like a flame of burning darkness, and the bright light was like a lightning bolt through the clouds!

The mask headed by waved his right hand toward Wang Ruoxiang -

The invisible spiritual mark flew away, and the masked man shouted: "Disband, disband! ”

“Break it up, break it up!” The other five men and women were shouting, showing firm faces and moving forward.

The brilliant mark quickly became huge between the flights, and the root dry was woven into a sharp blade net, passing through Wang Ruoxiang, and through Gao Ying and the yellow-coated men.

Every piece of their muscles, every nerve, every spiritual thought, was chopped!

Wang Ruoxiang shouted sharply, his face suddenly twisted sharply, his eyes suddenly filled with blood, but he backed off several steps...

Cai Zixuan was stunned, Lu Xianning and Xue Ba were stunned, and the power of the mark also affected them, but like the thirsty man drank Gan Quan.

This, what is going on, what are these strangers from...

Why are you familiar with the sound of the mask shouting...

Wu Shiyu's face revealed incredible joy!

“Break it up, break it up!” Meanwhile, the mask keeps moving, taking the other five to make a mark and walking one step forward.

“Ah!!” Wang Ruoxiang was struck successively, his body was distorted everywhere. There seemed to be two distinct wills in his eyes fighting over him. He made sounds like a mixed scream when hundreds of monsters were slaughtered, and the songs in the wind were distorted.

She screamed, holding the knife and walking towards the masked man, but could only keep falling back.

“Really, really...” Mr. Wilder was screaming, "Really, really! ”

All the rebels and those in yellow clothes around him cried out in agony, as if they were the most brutal tortures in purgatory.

That mark reproduces them, their power dissipates in unknown ablation... the mark that disgusts them so much is breaking them up!

Ordinary people like the Jacksons have been watching in different places nearby.