Nightmare Corrosion

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Warm sunlight shone on the floor of the bedroom, and also gave the two people inside a hazy golden edge. Noisy sparrows jumped around on the window sill, and their black pearl-like eyes poked into the room from time to time. .

"so good!"

A soft murmur sounded like a hallucination. The wife lying on the bed looked haggard and pale, but she still opened the corners of her mouth slightly in front of the bright sunshine.

She hadn't seen such bright sunshine for a long time.

Since she became seriously ill and the doctor told her not to catch cold or be exposed to too much sunlight, she could only feel the breath of sunshine by recalling the past days and through the hazy light of the curtains.

She originally thought that she would never be exposed to such a bright and even scorching day until her death. She never thought that this small wish could still be realized.

Although this is just a small, insignificant wish.

She rolled her eyes and looked at her husband. Today, Peter is no longer as depressed as before. Even his hair has been neatly styled. He is wearing the same gray suit he wore when they got married, and his cheeks are even shaved. Clean and tidy.

Only then did the wife realize that her husband was actually a bit handsome, and she couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile.

She was so weak that she could no longer make even small movements like turning her head. She could only barely move her facial muscles, hoping that she could leave a good impression on her husband when she was dying.

There were tears in Peter's eyes, and he bit his lip hard. Although he had expected this scene to happen countless times, when facing farewell, his eyes still seemed to have sand floating in them, and his vision was blurred.

However, he did not comfort his wife until she reached the end of her life, because now, he had more important things to do.

"May all living beings be able to spend their lives peacefully in the kingdom you created, experiencing birth, growth, pain or joy, long life or premature death, until the final end, without fear of death."

He is preaching and preaching the gospel that belongs to the great Lord of blood and death, the God of life and rest, Vladimir!

Although his eyes were blurred by tears, Peter still recited all of this based on his memory, and his voice gradually became slightly choked.

"Death is not the end, because the existence that loves you or you love will rest peacefully in the eternal darkness without being disturbed, sleeping happily until the end of the universe and the end of the world."

Peter's voice became louder and louder. In the last moments, he finally gave up all illusions and accepted the facts. The only thing he did was to preach to his wife the gospel of the Lord of blood and death, because in the Bible, only Only dead believers can be led by Vladimir and sleep in eternal darkness.

For non-believers, after death, their spirits will either dissipate, or they will be transformed by distorted emotions, disturbed by evil spirits or demons, become new evil spirits and demons, and alienate into monsters that have lost themselves.

This was the only thing that Peter could do for his wife, to bring her the faith of Volkimir.

He didn't want his wife to disappear after her death, nor did he want her to become a monster and kill innocent creatures, so sleeping in eternal darkness was almost his only expectation.

As for the effect, it may be the fear of death or the trust in Peter. Lu En vaguely felt that the thread of faith belonging to his wife was too fragile and could break at any time.

The thread of faith originates from the spirit, and the spirit of ordinary people is closely related to the physical body.

"Great Lord, please let her enter your kingdom and fall into eternal sleep!"

As the last words fell, Peter's suppressed tears finally couldn't help but roll down his eyes, but perhaps some mysterious induction made him suddenly look up and meet his wife's eyes.

He saw his wife trying her best to give him a bright smile, and then slowly closed her eyes under the same bright sunshine.

The undetectable rise and fall of his chest finally stopped. He failed to save his wife in the end and watched her take her last breath. But in the end, the smile on her lips was a smile of relief and relief.

"Woo"

Peter gritted his teeth silently, letting out a slight sob only in the wings of his nose. It was as if all the bones had been removed from his body. He knelt down in front of his wife, but at this moment, his hazy tearful eyes saw that In the sunlight, a crystal figure seemed to emerge.

Curly blond hair hung playfully on her forehead. This was a girl who was not beautiful, but had a quiet temperament. She smiled shyly at him, just like the scene when they first met.

Uh-huh!

Peter immediately stood up and wiped his tears in great surprise, only to find that there was no trace of the girl in the air in front of him. Only the dust floating in the air reflected a subtle light.

"Is it my imagination?"

Peter felt lost in his heart, and just stared at his wife in a daze. From the scorching sun to dusk, he finally came out of some kind of trance, staggered towards the door, and closed the bedroom door.

He wanted to contact someone to dispose of his wife's body. He remembered that his wife's favorite thing was a hillside full of flowers. Unfortunately, it was now a cemetery, and it was forbidden to dig or bury it near the imperial capital.

But when he opened the door, he suddenly found that the surroundings had become silent for some time.

The nearby pedestrians, vehicles, and the neighbors who saw him hiding his face and walking away all disappeared. Under the setting sun, standing at his door were several rows of men in black suits and leather shoes, who seemed to be standing at his house. The door has been waiting for a long time.

"you."

As soon as Peter opened his mouth, an old man came forward with a dignified and solemn expression.

"We learned that something unfortunate happened to you just now, Mr. Peter, please express your condolences and be patient."

"Who is it?"

Until now, Peter had just finished speaking when he saw the old man nodding to him. Suddenly a man in black came forward from behind, holding a set of dark red and black robes in his hand, shaking it out to look at it. , turned out to be a priest's attire.

"According to the will of the great Lord of Blood and Death, Your Excellency Peter, you have become the first noble bishop of the Church of Rest, telling the world our Lord's faith and gospel!"

"You don't need to tell me that I will do it, but"

Before Peter could finish speaking, the old man had already taken the robe and put it on Peter.

"We share the same belief in the great master. Just call me Adrien, Bishop Peter."

"Hmm, this name is somewhat familiar."

Peter was still a little dizzy now, and felt even more confused. He could only reply casually, Lien's military industry reputation was well known in the imperial capital.

"Perhaps it is similar to what you are thinking, Bishop Peter. We have the most professional team. Your wife, where do you want her to rest?"

The corner of Adrian's mouth curved slightly and he asked softly, but then, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, because at this moment, Peter seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream.

An inexplicable calmness and an indescribable temperament emerged from his body. His head was lowered and his tone was calm but firm.

"A cemetery, just an ordinary cemetery."