I'm on the big guy cookbook

My love, ask me to meet under the moon.

He sent me a little place.

The walls there are built with the best blue bricks.

The air there is filled with my favorite sweet vapor.

I really like it!

Can……

The sky I saw from there was only a circle, and the surrounding space was too narrow. The water flooded the top of my head, making my long hair flutter uncontrollably. The underground was so dark, and the silt still imprisoned my body. foot……

Of course, the most important thing is...

I love him, never came to see me again...

I miss him so much...I miss him so much...

I am lonely and cold.

So I worked hard to climb up every night, my snow-white hand bones were stuck in the gaps between the blue bricks, I worked hard, exhausted all my strength, and climbed up.

But the moss on the brick is too slippery.

So I always fall down every night.

poof,

poof,

poof...

The nun who was passing by on duty at night looked at the well and frowned: Strange, did someone throw something into it again?

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A team mainly composed of men, led by a woman wearing a black nun at the front, walked through the bushes with difficulty.

The surfaces of the surrounding brown trees were dry and cracked, and the leaves on the top were also withered and yellow due to lack of water. They blocked the light from the sky and the sun, and enveloped the surroundings in a foggy and hazy atmosphere.

Under the tree, the yellow-green weeds and small trees grow freely and loosely, making people climb more slowly.

"Persist a little longer... Huh, just a little more persistence and we'll be there!"

Following closely behind the nun, the fat man in gray formal attire turned his head, smiled flatteringly at the people behind, and said wheezingly as he walked:

"Mr. Schulman, you, you really have vision. The predecessor of Manorton Abbey was an ancient castle built for war. It not only has a solemn and sturdy appearance, but also has a complex structure. It is located on the top of the mountain, and there are forests and steep trails at the bottom of the mountain." ... Phew, easy to defend but hard to attack... It's just a little bit hotter, it's not like this in previous years, it hasn't rained for a long time this summer, so, hoh... it's so hot... But, if you want to find inspiration for your next work , it's great here!"

The fat man wiped the sweat that was pouring down from his head, and thoughtfully stepped on the weeds and branches that grew on the path, so that the people behind could walk more comfortably.

The thin and thin Shelman's appearance and facial features in the back gave off a kind of inhuman indifference. He glanced at the fat man expressionlessly, and then swept across the quiet and slightly scary woods, with satisfaction in his eyes.

"You are right, I like this place very much, and I will continue to make more donations."

"Really?!"

The fat man was very excited, and the old nun at the front also turned around when she heard this sentence, and said: "Thank you for your generosity, the Father in heaven will bless you."

Shelman gave a non-cold "um", and crossed himself perfunctorily just out of politeness.

Seeing that the nun in front had to waste time to pray and pray for blessings again, Schulman felt annoyed.

He simply turned around and urged him to go up the mountain in the name of donation, but in fact, he wanted to explore the horror legends of the Manorton Abbey.

"I know, I know."

"Morian, look! This place is amazing, I'm walking in the woods, and I'm getting goosebumps! If I write it in my adventure notes..."

The strong man in his thirties rubbed his fingers excitedly, while his assistant, Morian, took out a small notebook, unscrewed the pen with great insight, and silently recorded the surrounding scenery.

Marin, who claims to be an adventurer, didn't know what he thought of. While squinting his eyes, he glanced at the two young men behind him who claimed to be adventurers but fit into a group of women at a banquet, and whispered to his assistant: "Write quickly!" Don't fall behind to those two idiot nobles named Neil and Francis next to you!"

Morian nodded quickly: "I know."

On the other side, perhaps realizing that this group of people were not disciples of Allah, the nun kept her mouth shut and continued on her way.

The fat man behind her was undiminished in his enthusiasm and understanding of the world. Knowing that they didn't like to listen to polite words, he picked up a few monastery legends that everyone was interested in telling.

Sure enough, when the fat man vividly described the ghost nun floating in the monastery in the dark, everyone's attention fell on him, and they asked questions enthusiastically.

The fat man felt complacent, so he worked harder.

He was originally from the monastery, and he knew all the weird horror stories he had heard since he was a child.

When the monastery was first established, it took in many post-war orphans, and the fat man was one of them. Later, when things got better, the monastery no longer adopted children, but the funding also disappeared.

The fat man is a grateful person. He often comes back to see the old nun who once took care of him. Seeing the poor life in the monastery, he is also anxious.

At that time, with the popularity of British steam tankers and foreign exploration, books such as adventure and horror were really popular!

And it happened that he was an employee of a certain publishing house, so the fat man came up with an idea and contacted a few writers and adventurers who could afford money and liked horror stories.

He claimed that he knew a monastery transformed from a wartime castle. The monastery was eerie, not only had various torture tools and secret passages left by the XX army, but also the legend of ghost nuns—of course, this was false.

Ghost or something, just to deceive the children of the monastery who refused to go to bed early.

But... he can make up a few sentences temporarily, anyway, they don't know...

The bearded man is dismissive of ghosts in his heart, but he doesn't reveal anything on the surface, even fabricating the ghost nun's life experience seamlessly.

Facing the eager and curious light in the eyes of the benefactors, the bearded man coughed dryly, combined with some stories that happened in the monastery when he was a child, pieced together falsehoods and whispered mysteriously:

"This ghost nun, actually, was originally a child adopted by Manorton Monastery. Later, she grew up and became a nun, and made a 'lifelong vow'."

"Lifetime wish?"

Hearing that, the adventurer's assistant Morian paused.

The adventurer Marin explained to his assistant: "The lifelong vow is the nun's vow ceremony. After serving the Lord for a certain period of time, the time-limited 'temporary vow' ends, and you can swear to serve the Lord for life. You cannot marry, remain chaste, and obey them all your life. faith."

Morian looked taught: "So it's like this..."

The bearded man also praised Marin: "As expected of an adventurer, you know a lot, just as you said!"

"Haha, it's just common sense, it's no big deal."

The modest but proud adventurer Marin raised a smile and pinched his mustache.

And the skinny writer Shelman next to him grinned, as if he wanted to ridicule and suppressed it.

The fat man continued.

"Everyone knows that a nun's body and heart belong to God, but this nun can't stand her loneliness and longs for the outside world."

"One year a new young priest came to the monastery. He was humorous and knew a lot, and his appearance was even more outstanding. For a while, many young nuns in the monastery took a good impression of this priest who was incompatible with this backward place."

"And the young priest is not an upright person. He just came to this backward monastery for a temporary job, and he didn't plan to stay here at all. However, he was attracted to the most beautiful nun among them. A few sweet words and pursuit of the little girl The girl's tricks tricked a simple nun who is not deeply involved in the world."

"Young men and women fight like firewood...you understand." The bearded man raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "They flirt secretly at night and during the day, and at night they meet in the monastery where no one is around. They do that kind of thing."

"After going back and forth, I don't know how many places left their body temperature in the monastery and the woods outside, but...how can things like nuns and priests last for a long time?"

"After half a year passed, the priest patted his ass and received the order to leave, but the nun happened to be pregnant at this time! The priest was very frightened, but after thinking for a while, he calmed down and coaxed the nun to take the medicine. The child was secretly knocked out."

"The nun still had a dream that the priest would love her and would be happy with the existence of the child, and even took her away to go outside. When she heard this, she immediately quarreled with the priest. The priest could only calm her down and said that he would give himself some time tomorrow night. In fact, I have murderous intentions in my heart!"

Having said that, the fat man also made a stern expression.

Schulman and the adventurer, who wrote the novel, were attracted by this story that combined love between men and women, cheating, forbidden love, and murder horror. Seeing him stop, he urged:

"Stop what! Say it!"

"Yes, it interrupted my inspiration... What happened after that? What happened after that?"

Seeing that the benefactor was not happy, the fat man who whetted their appetite rubbed the tip of his nose and hurried on.

"Finally, the day before the priest left, he made preparations and asked the nuns to meet again behind the restaurant of the monastery. The priest quietly told sweet lies, and then took the moved nun's hand to the well."

"He said, honey, I want to give you a present, can you close your eyes?"

"Naturally, the nun agreed, she closed her eyes in surprise and was defenseless against her lover, and then..."

"Boom!"

The fat man smiled sinisterly, imitating the onomatopoeia of falling into the water.

"The priest pushed the nun into the well, and the nun hit her head on the stone wall in the well. Those who didn't resist turned into a corpse! After that, the priest left the monastery and continued to live freely, while the dead nun became a ghost. , dragging her long-decomposed corpse, she climbed up in the well every day... but the water well was too slippery, so she couldn't climb up and fall down."

"Puff, puff..."

"In the silent night, the sound of falling water kept ringing in the well."

"And it is said that anyone who has ever drank from a well will dream of a nun with her back turned to them, and when they stepped forward to check, the nun turned sharply—with a smile on her rotten face, and said -"

"Have you seen...my lover..."

"..."

The fat man's extremely low ending voice disappeared into the air.

Just at this moment, the sound of birds flapping their wings suddenly came from the silent and dim woods around!

"Whoa-!"

This sound scared them so much that they almost jumped up, their hairs stood on end, and their expressions were terrified.

"Pfft." The fat man couldn't help laughing when he saw it, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just a legend!"

"..." The men who felt that they had lost face dryly got off the people around them, especially Sherman, who rolled his eyes and pushed away the adventurer Marin who was hugging him, and let out a cold snort, as if ironic The other party has the guts to be an adventurer?

Marin was a little annoyed, but when he turned his head and saw the last two people in the line, he found confidence in the comparison and muttered:

"Tch, what's wrong with being afraid of ghosts...Look at those two guys in the back, they're so close to each other's chests, tsk, I don't think it's disgusting!"

The horror stories used to stop and chat are over for the time being.

When the old nun in front shouted that they had better arrive at the monastery before dark, several of them hurried on their way again.They finally stood in front of the monastery gate when they were sweating profusely from the heat and their legs were weak from exhaustion.

As soon as they stood at the door, the writer Shelman, the adventurer Marin and his assistants were shocked by this ancient and desolate monastery located in the dead wood jungle.

Probably because the predecessor was a military castle.

The monastery has a huge area, like a giant crawling in a dark swamp, gazing at the people silently and dangerously, beaten by years of rain and wind, the high walls are of different shades, and are covered with traces of time.The birds squatted on the tall faded cross protruding from the wall of the monastery, and looked down at the humans below with cold eyes, as if they had malicious intentions.

Even when the sun shines on this 'monster', the heat and light are sucked away, making it creepy for no reason!

Just standing in front of the mottled three-meter-high gate, people can feel that there is an inexplicable cold wind in this huge building, blowing their bodies along the crack of the door, as if penetrating into the bones. seam.

Gudong.

Everyone swallowed in unison.

Shelman: "..."

Marin: "..."

Assistant Morian's voice was difficult: "We...are we really going to live in this kind of place for three days..." He can't wait to turn around and go back now!

Undoubtedly, Schulman and Marin thought so too.

But the old nun and the fat man had already pushed the mechanism to open the door first, and they couldn't say anything at this time, I'm scared, I'm going back.

"Come in, come in."

"Um……"

"Walk……"

Carrying their respective streamlined luggage, the hesitant figures were swallowed up by the closing sound of the bulky and creaking giant door.

And in front of the simple kitchen behind the monastery dining room.

The hot and dry weather made the earth dry and cracked. The wind blew the loess on the floor tiles and hit the feet of the nuns working in the kitchen.

She stood by the well, looked into the well, and then looked at the muddy half bucket of water in the wooden bucket, thinking that she still had to cook dinner for the guests who might donate to the monastery, she couldn't help sighing in distress.

"Oh, this summer is really hot..."

……Yes.

Someone echoed softly, smiling silently.

It's too hot.

Even the well... is dry...

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