I Was Once a Legend

Those hidden darkrooms must have an important purpose. Dong Zheng is building a model of the church in the core. He has not looked for the darkroom for the time being. The first floor has been explored. Dong Zheng has not walked through the long corridor to the front of the church. Instead of the worship hall, the spiral staircase leads to the second floor.

The top of the second floor is much shorter than that of the first floor. According to the ground floor plan he initially constructed, Dong Zheng can roughly know many structures on the second floor. He first explored the corner near the stairs and found a Cloister covered by a large cross.

The door is locked with an exquisite mechanism. For ordinary pilgrims, it may take a little effort, but it is not difficult for Dong Zheng. With the core calculation, he unlocked the lock without much effort and pushed it open. A hidden small door, a narrow passage unfolds in front of you.

In order to hide, the door was very low, Dong Zheng walked in with his head down, and the inside was much higher. This is a gallery with many picture frames hanging on the walls on both sides.

There are no windows in the dark passage, and the light is very poor. When Dong Zheng wakes up, he does not bring any electronic products such as mobile phones. Normal pilgrims may need to obtain lighting tools before returning here, but Dong Zheng directly increased the flow of the visual port. The slight light coming in from the crossing looks at the paintings one by one.

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

Dong Zheng looked all the way over, his steady and slow steps echoed in the narrow aisle, and there was a sense of nervousness that made one's heart tremble.

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

In front of him was a one-meter-high painting. In the painting, a person was dressed in a blue and white maid outfit, standing in a beautiful garden, holding a bloody knife.

He has short black hair, and a firm expression on his slightly childish face. The blood splashed on his face made the expression in his dark eyes even more firm as a rock—that was something Dong Zheng was all too familiar with. Zuo Jing's face.

A young man wielding a knife and fighting bloodily, wearing the maid costume in Alice animation, Dong Zhengqing couldn't help frowning at this strong disobedience. The skirt on the left looks good too.

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

The words are really very small and written in black paint, it's really hard to see if you're not careful.

—Dolly.

This word suddenly awakened all Dong Zheng's related memories. He remembered that Cui Zuojing told him that during his last trip to the Pure White Land, the queen called him Dolly.

Calling Cui Zuojing by a name that is mostly used on women, and drawing a picture like this, the queen’s mind can be described as vicious. For her, the boy who struggled from the border of life and death to come to her , is this the image?

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

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

Dong Zheng frowned deeper, he remembered this strangeness, and the subsequent paintings were similar to the previous ones, expressing the scene of the pure white land boundary.Dong Zheng determined that this secret passage had little to do with the contents of the box itself, and he speculated that Kether might have designed it here on purpose to convey some information.

Soon after seeing the last painting, Dong Zheng returned the same way, he restored the mechanical lock of the door, remembered the location of the secret passage, the figure of the boy dressed as a maid in the painting still appeared in his mind, Dong Zheng shook his head, turned around and continued to explore .

Cui Zuojing walked all the way to the backyard.

He went up to the third floor and entered the box for more than an hour, but Cui Zuojing still didn't see anyone, nor did he find any trace left by his companion.Along the way, he saw many traces of fighting. Although the scene had been cleaned up, it still couldn't be hidden from his eyes. There was no one in the church, so it must have something to do with it.

Cui Zuojing stopped to admire the carving of the Madonna for a moment, and suddenly heard a small voice from a certain room not far away.

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

He walked over quickly, and seemed to hear his footsteps, the sound disappeared quickly, but the boy still clearly judged the direction based on the previous noise.He came to a corner, pondered for a moment facing the wall decorated with the statue of Jesus crucified, and raised his hand to knock.

Hollow, with 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 was nailed on the cross with his head down. Hearing only a dull sound of the engine running, a secret door opened in front of Cui Zuojing.

The smell of blood came to his face, so thick that it almost suffocated Cui Zuojing, he frowned, covered his nose, and went into the dark room.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit, Cui Zuojing raised his hand to block the wooden stick that was thrown towards him, snatched it with his backhand, and pointed at the attacker's throat: "Don't move!"

At this time, with the help of the light from outside, Cui Zuojing saw that the person who attacked him turned out to be a woman, her complexion was as pale as a ghost, without a trace of blood, and beneath her was a large pool of blood, forming a pool of blood. No wonder Cui Zuojing snatched the stick with just a little force.

The woman was very young, half leaning against the wall and struggling to breathe, her hair was disheveled and her face was stuck to her face with sweat.She was wearing a loose robe, with a bulging belly, and her legs were at an angle. Cui Zuojing's expression changed suddenly when she saw the bloody umbilical cord at the corner of the robe.

Beside her was a still dripping, apparently newborn child, 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 vigilantly, her gaze was like a cornered beast.

"Don't be afraid, I have no malicious intentions." Cui Zuojing threw the stick behind him, raised his hands, and asked, "Are you here alone? Where did everyone else in the church go?"

"Heretics...they killed everyone!" The woman said tremblingly, she was already very weak, Cui Zuojing needed to listen carefully to hear what she was saying, "They locked me here, I heard The sound of them being killed, howling, screaming, God did not come to save us...those evil blasphemers are doomed to hell!"

The child seemed to sense something, and suddenly began to cry, its voice was very weak, and its wrinkled face was flushed.

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

The woman panted hard, she looked at Cui Zuojing, her eyes were full of begging, she stretched out her hand holding the child: "Please... save my child, he is... the hope to save everything..."

Cui Zuojing had no choice but to pick up the blood-stained child, feeling as soft as hugging a ball of dough.His movements of holding the child are a bit unfamiliar, and he learned this position from his parents. When Victor was a cat, his mother liked to hold Victor in the position of holding a child.

"Okay, I will try my best to take care of him." Knowing that with this amount of bleeding, the woman in front of him would not live long, so Cui Zuojing agreed to her.He wiped the child with a rag, took off his coat and rewrapped it, at least to make it a little warmer and more comfortable.

Seeing that Cui Zuojing really wanted to help her take good care of the child, the woman heaved a sigh of relief, she forced a smile, and her breath soon fell silent.

Cui Zuojing didn't stay in this bloody dark room any longer, he withdrew, thought for a while, and closed the door, at least to prevent the woman's body from being exposed outside.

"You will follow me from now on, so be obedient." Looking down at the baby in his arms, Cui Zuojing, the new baby daddy, sighed. Fortunately, the baby wasn't noisy. He just cried for 2 minutes Tired and quiet again.Otherwise, if he brought a moving sound source to attract hatred without any dead ends, Cui Zuojing would probably go crazy.

It seems that the traces of the battle in the church were left between the pagans and the congregants. The pagans won a big victory, but they don't know where they got the bodies of the dead congregants.

Suddenly Cui Zuojing remembered the coffin on the pulpit, he clicked his tongue, realized something, and went downstairs with the child in his arms.

The child was about seven catties. Cui Zuojing lifted his coat and looked at it. It was a boy. The woman said that the child is the hope to save everything. Could it be the Holy Son?

Is it the Holy Son, you will know if you try it?

Cui Zuojing cleared his throat, and said: "That... I, Cui Zuojing, am here to confess to you. I once killed a dedicated forest ranger because of running around on the mountain. I escaped afterwards. The law I have not been given the justice I deserve, but I still feel uneasy in my heart from time to time. I bear the bloody sins on my body. I sincerely repent to you and hope that you can forgive me on behalf of God.”

After the words fell, nothing happened, and the eyes of the child in his arms hadn't been opened yet, wrinkled like a little monkey.

Well, it seems not.

Cui Zuojing shrugged his shoulders. At this time, he also walked to the first floor and returned to the nave. The coffin on the pulpit was still where it was.He walked up the tall sandalwood to the side of the white coffin, put the child at his feet, took out the playing cards from his pocket, and opened the nails at the four corners of the coffin one by one.

The nails fell to the ground one after another, and the cards in his hand turned into dust. Cui Zuojing took down the rose, took a deep breath, and pushed hard on the coffin lid.

The heavy lid was pushed, and it tilted to the side. Inside the coffin, a man in a priest's white robe was lying on his side. His eyes were wide open, and his expression was extremely frightening.

One of the priest's hands fell to his side, the fingertips were covered with blood, and there was a patch of blood on the inner wall of the coffin.

"The curse of heretics is brewing, and evil thoughts are spreading among the people. Only the birth of new life can save it all—"

The last stroke is very long, outlining the trail of the priest’s hand hanging down weakly. It is conceivable how desperate he bit his fingers and wrote these words when he was put into a coffin by the heretics and heard the nails being nailed to death. , I hope it can give some inspiration to those who come later.

Cui Zuojing turned the priest whose back was facing him to face up, and stared at the murals on the dome with his rounded eyes. He suddenly found that the skin on the priest's neck had begun to rot.The festering flesh gave off a faint stench, showing a strange dark green color.