flower and big devil

"Runes were used to write Nordic Germanic languages ​​in Europe in the Middle Ages. They are older than Bohili. Of course, they are more completely extinct. How can you understand these words?" Love to play chess The old man said incredulously, he put the plate in front of Luo Xiu in front of him, pointed and said, "Look, and then look at what is written on it—"

Luo Xiu lowered his head expressionlessly, looking at the silver dinner plate that had been placed in front of him again—of course, it was obvious that there was a different line of text on the edge of the dinner plate at this time. After a while, the black-haired young man went numb. He read the line that was reflected in his mind by the automatic translation without saying a word: "'I will ascend to the highest point of the cloud, and I will be like the highest.'"

"My God."

Luo Xiu heard the old man who loves to play chess let out a low sigh in his ear.

A few seconds later, another third clean plate was replaced in front of him.

"—'The world does not hate thee, but I make it hate, and I justify it as a crime by this act.'"

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"—'I am the light of the world, and my followers should not walk in the dark, but they should live in the light.'"

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"—'There are always some children in this world who are not loved, and I love them.'"

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"—'In the roaring hot magma, in the roaring cold wind, you will understand that God has deceived you.'"

When the dinner plates in front of the black-haired young man were piled higher and higher, and the other people at the table who had their plates confiscated stared at them innocently, when the old man who loved to play chess stood up and put the table in front of the gypsy woman. When the last silver plate on the table was collected and placed in front of Luo Xiu, the latter paused, he started to look around in a daze, and finally he lowered his head, his thin lips parted slightly, Unhurriedly read out the last sentence——

"'It is better to be a king in hell than a subject in heaven.'"

At this moment, Luo Xiu couldn't hide the shock in his heart—although the author of these words was unknown, it was obvious that they were engraved on the utensils like this, and appeared majestically in a lunatic asylum with a religious background As a tableware for people to use, from the matter itself, it is enough to shock the world.

These words are filled with the spurning of the light, the contempt and slander of God, and... When they are read, it is easy to feel the indescribable arrogance of the creator between the lines.

Especially the last sentence, it was really shocking.

At this moment, sitting at the table, the black-haired young man didn't even notice that the nuns had come to him, and he was complaining about redistributing the plates they collected to other patients, The fixed thick soup for dinner was placed on the plate. Luo Xiu lowered his eyes and stared numbly at the milky white mushroom cream soup filling the plate in front of him, gradually covering up the words...

Until Sister Mary, who was holding the spoon in her hand, threw down a brisk "Have a nice meal" and was about to turn around and leave, but he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist!

"ah--!"

Sister Maria was taken aback by the sudden action of the black-haired young man, and the huge wooden spoon in her hand fell into the huge iron bucket with a bang, and her scream attracted short-term attention from the surroundings. , The originally bustling restaurant suddenly fell into a strange silence.

When she lowered her head and saw clearly that the person who was grabbing her was Luo Xiu, Sister Maria blinked her eyes and forced a smile on her face: "What's the matter, Alice, if you have anything to do, just ask To put it bluntly, it would be bad if you caught me suddenly and people would misunderstand that you are aggressive, we all know you are a good boy."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the black-haired young man sitting at the table turn his head. In his black pupils, the calm expression made one's heart beat uncontrollably——Mary Sister Asia opened her lips, wanting to say something, but before she could make a sound, she heard the black-haired young man ask indifferently: "Sister Maria, do you know the origin of these tableware?"

"What?" The black-haired young man in front of him was still able to call out his name calmly, which caught Sister Maria in a daze. She forgot her fear for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "These tableware?"

"This plate?" Luo Xiu said while pushing the plate in front of him.

"This," Sister Maria replied after thinking for a while, "I don't know very well, I only know that they existed before I came to Futuluomen, and I heard that they are antiques used by nobles in the last century. You know, Master Uzrok spent a lot of money to bring them back from the auction, these things should have been displayed in the window cabinet—”

Luo Xiu opened his eyes slightly: "Uzrock bought it back?"

Sister Maria nodded and was about to answer, but at this moment, behind her, a deep and magnetic voice sounded——

"I bought it."

The crowd naturally parted from the middle to make way for a road. From the other side of the road, a tall man wearing a gorgeous red bishop's robe walked slowly. His pair of strange-colored pupils were full of smiles. He came to Luo Xiugeng with steady steps, lowered his head slightly to meet his eyes, stretched out his gloved hand, and gently took Luo Xiu's hand from Sister Maria's wrist. down.

Sister Maria looked down, and was surprised to find that her wrist had turned red.

... She never remembered that the black-haired young man in front of her had such great strength.

What's even more amazing is that before that, she didn't feel any pain at all—until now, she stretched out her hand to tentatively poke the circle of red strangle marks, and the dull pain from her wrist made her He took a breath of cold air and let out a cry of pain, and frowned suddenly.

But at this time, none of the other two male creatures standing beside her was prepared to take pity on her - to be precise, at this moment, they could only see each other's projection in each other's eyes, which occupied everything.

"Can you understand the writing on this dinner plate?" Luo Xiu asked.

Uzrock showed the smile he was used to, and under the eyes of everyone, he shook his head almost without hesitation: "I don't understand, but I seem to hear you translating them just now—some of the sentences, uh, Kind of shocking, isn't it?"

Luo Xiu stared at Uzrock blankly for a while, and suddenly, he raised his lips and sneered: "Indeed, it's all blasphemy to God, shouldn't such things be destroyed?"

"Destroy? It's not necessary."

The man answered casually, and it was only after the words came out that he realized that something was wrong, he stopped his mouth suddenly, and as a result, he saw undisguised provocation in the black pupils in front of him looking up at him shine.

Ah, look.

How sensitive his pets are.

He noticed something was wrong almost immediately, and learned to set a trap for the master—and he, as the master, really jumped down so stupidly.

It shouldn't be -- it shouldn't be.

The smile on Uzrock's face remained the same, and he couldn't find even a trace of embarrassment that he should have had when he was exposed.At this time, the people around had returned to the original order. They picked up the tableware in front of them and ate quietly, leaving only the black-haired young man sitting straight at the table staring at him. Small eyes, after a long time, Uzrok heard the latter say: "These words look like the insane words written by some incomparable monster who was drunk."

Uzrock: "..."

This feeling of being scolded and not being able to talk back is really aggrieved.

And the other party seems to be scolding him in a special local way on purpose - for example, what is "the devil of the world" and what is "drunk writing" - the last time he was drunk, that It was already so long ago that it was almost longer than the history of human beings. He is not like a brat with a poor drinker like Mammon. The creature that can casually get him drunk may not have been created yet.

But at this moment, even though he wanted to beat up the black-haired young man with provocative eyes flashing in front of him, the man still had to keep his gentle face under the eyes of everyone, he bent down and narrowed his eyes slightly Said: "Alice, you seem to be very interested in these dinner plates. If you like it, you can take one away and store it after the nuns clean them up."

"...What do I want this kind of thing for?"

He refused without hesitation.

"..."

To actually say that an antique from the last century is "this kind of thing" with an expression like referring to garbage.

In order not to affect his appetite tonight, Uzrock found an excuse and consciously walked away from the black-haired young man. Along the way, he decided to invite the black-haired young man to spend the night at his place after dinner. At the same time, he also decided to put the fluffy white rabbit on the bedside and let him watch it all night (...).

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During the rest time after dinner, Luo Xiu didn't go to the common room, nor did he go back to his dormitory directly.

In fact, almost by accident, he embarked on a journey of wandering around in the building. After several twists and turns, when the black-haired young man realized what he was doing, he found that he had come to the very familiar road. corridor--

There are thick, gorgeous and thick carpets under your feet, incredible and lifelike oil paintings are hung on both sides of the corridor, and on the wall on the left is a heavenly scene with bright holy light. Because there are angels flying by in the paintings, people can easily recognize them. But on the right wall of the corridor is a dark and abstract style of depressive landscape painting with very bold colors. Luo Xiu once took it for granted that, corresponding to heaven, these should describe hell Painting is right.

Luo Xiu vaguely remembered that when he saw these paintings for the first time, he once gave such an evaluation: It was as if the person who painted these paintings had been to heaven and hell in person.

"..."

Thinking of this, the black-haired young man not only narrowed his eyes slightly, but approached one of the paintings - this painting is mainly in dark red, depicting a bustling scene that is roughly the scenery of the pier. The fire was burning, and it was crimson. There were a few dark clouds floating in the sky, the sun was invisible, and the river was also red. There was a huge ship moored on the bank, and some people were carrying things. Not very carefully, but when you look closely, you can still vaguely distinguish that they are different from normal humans - some have horns on their heads, and some are covered with red scales.

In the small oil painting, these characters seem to be alive and almost alive.

Luo Xiu let out a low voice of "uh" from deep in his throat. At this moment, he always felt that the oil painting in front of him had a strong sense of sight——

Until his eyes moved away from those figures, he saw a large area of ​​Manjusawa painted in a very delicate and realistic way under the oil painting.

The fiery red Manjusawa almost becomes one with the red cloud in the sky.

Luo Xiu was stunned—the oil painting in front of him didn't have a strong sense of sight at all, but because it was a portrait of a certain place.

Luo Xiu had been to this place before.

It appeared in his dreams.

What is painted in the painting is the river Styx of hell and the pier beside the river Styx.

The black-haired young man took two steps back in shock, only feeling the cold sweat blowing on the back of his neck, at this moment, he saw that the oil painting in front of him actually changed——

At first, the originally solidified clouds began to float and gradually tore apart in the sky. It seemed that a giant dragon could be vaguely seen flying by in the sky... Luo Xiu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then he found that not only did the painting not recover It was the same, but it was changing more rapidly. He saw those fiery red Manjusawas swaying gently in the wind. Standing outside the painting, Luo Xiu felt as if he could hear the rustling sound.

In the next second, those manjusawa quickly withered!

They changed from bright red to withered red, and finally turned into shocking scorched black, and the flowers quickly lowered their heads, like a dying old man actively stretching his neck under the scythe of death; the sky in the painting suddenly A flash of lightning flashed, and the people on the pier began to run wildly in a panic. Then, the entire sky in the painting seemed to collapse, and everything that was originally vibrant suddenly turned into ruins.

And the picture is frozen in this last scene - a shocking picture full of death and desolation.

"what is this?"