The vest magic changes the earth

Behind each other, follow behind each other.

Hey, wait, is that how you follow? !Is this really a gentleman's behavior?

If Lu Sien has ever surfed the modern Internet, he would know a word that perfectly describes this kind of behavior, called pervert.

Anyone who is closely followed will notice. This Mrs. Smith was a little confused at first. She quickened her pace first, and when she found that the gentleman was still following her, she turned her head helplessly.

If it hadn't been for daytime and people were coming and going, she might suspect that this gentleman had some personal moral problems.

The lady had slightly tousled brown curly hair, eyes of the same color and a round face, and was of medium build but strong.

"Sir, what do you want?" She put down the bucket in her hand and asked loudly.

Metatron also stopped and lowered his eyes to look at him.Lu Sien felt that Metatron has always looked at everything with a kind of compassion, but he often doesn't show this emotion, but at this time, the compassion in his lowered eyes is particularly obvious.

Mrs. Smith was a little uncomfortable being looked at by this look, she took a step back slightly, and called out again: "Sir?"

Metatron finally spoke. He said softly, "I don't think you want to talk about it here, ma'am. Someone in your family has died, right? Is it your husband?"

Mrs. Smith's complexion finally changed, her face contorted, and an angry light came out of her eyes.She yelled at Metatron forcefully and in panic: "Sir! Cursing someone else's husband like this is not a gentleman's act, even vicious! I don't remember anything I have done to make you curse!"

One of her hands was almost on Metatron's nose, Metatron was still lifeless, he just watched silently, his golden eyes were as clear as rippling water, "You know I'm not lying, ma'am. "

Mrs. Smith was panting hard. She stared viciously at the man in front of her, as if showing murderous intent, the tip of her nose was red, her lungs made a huffing sound, panting like a blown bellows.

Lu Sien was confused and dared not speak.And Metatron just watched her quietly.

This angel has always had an extraordinary temperament, without the slightest desire from the world, so that he looks abstinent and indifferent.Even if you express pity or other emotions to a person, this kind of emotion is always faint, just a little ripple on the surface of a very deep pool of water.

Anyone can't bear to be looked at by such eyes. You can only find your own reflection in his clean eyes, as if the whole person's thoughts and thoughts have been pierced.

Sure enough, Mrs. Smith couldn't bear it either, and after an angry bravado, she deflated like a balloon that had been poked.

Mrs. Smith lowered her head, slung her back, and said very tiredly: "I don't know how you know, but you are so keen to know about it, so please come with me."

She picked up the bucket in her hand again and walked to her home not far away.

She lives in a very ordinary stone house with a fenced yard outside and a few chickens running around. This house is so ordinary that Lu Sien can't find this house in the whole village. it.

Mrs. Smith opened the door first and Lu Sien entered last. After he closed the door, he realized that the light in this room was frighteningly dark. He could barely see the people around him. Let out a ray of light.

The remaining windows of the original house during the construction process were nailed with wooden boards, and the wooden boards were tightly fitted so that no light could come in.

At the same time, there was a strange smell in the whole room. Apart from the herbs he smelled before, there was also a smell of blood and rotting meat.

Mrs. Smith took out a kerosene lantern and lit it, through which Lu Sien saw a person lying on the bed.

Seeing someone coming in, the man sat up limply, and said in a feeble voice that seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "Mary...is someone here?"

"Yes, I have invited two guests to my house." Mary, that is, Mrs. Smith, raised her voice.Then she asked nervously, "Honey, are you still unwell?"

"I... have nothing to do, just, a little sleepy. Mary... you greet the guests first... I will sleep for a while."

Almost immediately, he closed his eyes, lost his voice, and fell into a deep sleep.

Even though it was daytime, he slept very deeply. He didn't respond to such a big movement when someone came in, only the quilt fell together.

Mrs. Smith ignored Lu Sien, but turned to Metatron, she said, "That's what you see, that's my husband."

Metatron shook his head, "He is indeed dead, and his soul should return to the embrace of heaven as soon as possible. All that remains here is a disturbed soul and a decayed body."

Mrs. Smith froze for a moment, reflexively retorted, and her voice was sharp: "Impossible, he is about to wake up, he won't lie to me! You lie to me!"

Metatron shook his head, "He won't, except for reversing time, there is no way to bring a person back from the dead. Reversing time is not something you can do, and you will also pay an unpredictable price. His soul suffering in pain."

Regardless of the poor lady's obstruction, Metatron stepped in and threw off the quilt.At the same time, a faint holy light overflowed from his left hand, dispelling the illusion attached to the surface of her husband's body.

At that moment, Lu Sien couldn't help but exclaimed.

He saw that this seemingly normal young man was already a mass of rotten flesh from the neck down under the quilt, his limbs and torso were entangled together, it was impossible to tell them apart, and the white bone fragments were intertwined in the maroon rotten flesh .

His body seemed to be crushed by some heavy object, every part became fragmented and inseparable.

It should be that he felt someone lifted his quilt. The man who didn't know if he was human opened his eyes, slowly raised his head, opened his mouth and asked, "What are you doing here? This is not... ..a polite guest."

His tongue is not the bright red of ordinary people, it is purple in color.

Metatron gently covered the quilt again, "Sorry for the interruption."

The angel turned to the lady: "What you saw before was just an illusion shown to you by the ceremony, but this time it is the truth. You should give him back the peace he deserves, lady."

These words were simply the last straw that crushed her. Mrs. Smith's legs went limp, and she sat on the ground slumped, with a roar like a desperate beast from her throat.

She looked at the figure of her husband and muttered to herself, her voice choked up: "Impossible, I used... to get him back, he will wake up and talk to me soon, and we will be the same as before live together."

She turned her head and looked at Metatron, "Sir, you lied to me, right, or, there must be another way to save it." She knelt on the ground, stretched out her hand to pull Metatron's pants, desperately plead.

"No, ma'am." Metatron still looked down at her quietly, his eyes clear.

Whether it was the bloody and shattered body before, or the woman who was dragging him desperately and begging now, he didn't express too much emotion.

Mrs. Smith turned to Lu Sien who was standing behind her, knowing that it was a spider thread that could not save her life, but she desperately grabbed it, "I want to see your mother, Mrs. Simmons can do it right, please, Mr. Simmons .she told me..."

Lu Sien looked at her, at a loss.

Metatron helped the desperate woman up from the ground, his hands were slender and fair, looked frail, but they were unusually stable.It was said that he helped Mrs. Smith up, but in fact, it was more like directly supporting the poor woman.

Metatron used his other hand to protect Lu Sien behind his back, "Don't cry, ma'am, we have a little trouble."

Mrs. Smith looked around in a daze, and Lu Sien was shocked. Perhaps it was his extraordinary inspiration that made him realize something was wrong.

At some point, the entire room became too bright, so bright that he could just see the details of the lost man's body, rotten flesh, bone residue, yellow fat, and internal organ fragments.

But obviously, there is only one small window in this room, and Mrs. Smith only lights a kerosene lamp.Before, I could only see a rough outline of everything.

He observed carefully and found that the whole house was glowing.The walls, tables, and the bricks on the floor, every part is becoming bright and not dazzling, the light is just enough for the eyes to see every detail around them clearly.

This is actually a very fairy tale-like thing, if there is not a "living person" who is rotten and can talk, and you take him into this weird house with him.

Anyway, Lu Sien was in a cold sweat, and none of his books on physics and mathematics could explain this strange phenomenon to him.This is the first time he has faced these mysteries, except that he was almost sent into a strange ceremony by his mother in his vague memory when he was a child.

Then, he saw that the room seemed to come alive, moving gently.There are very shallow blood vessel-like lines on its walls, and at the same time, there is a subtle feeling under the feet, as if the ground is breathing.

He reflexively turned to Metatron, and saw that the angel frowned slightly. Metatron stretched his body, crossed his arms flat on his chest, lifted his feet off the ground, and spread the holy wings behind him.

Mrs. Smith looked dumbfounded, her eyes were wide open, panicked and at a loss, she seemed to be shocked by the sudden appearance of the angel, she clasped her hands together, and murmured her sins.

The holy light spread out from Metatron's body. It was a warm and holy light. It centered on the angel and spread outward like ripples, protecting the two humans in it.

The entire room blocked the spread of this light. It is obvious that there is only a few meters away from the village road, and outside the window is the noise of the villagers who are going to work.But Lu Sien just felt a sense of isolation from the world. They seemed to have entered an independent world in this room that could not communicate with the outside world.

The blood vessel-like lines on the wall were stimulated by the light and gradually became clearer. Lu Sien was horrified to find that they were really blood vessels, and the same lines appeared on his feet.These lines are criss-crossed and uneven in thickness, forming a dense network like rivers.

They were literally in the body of a creature, and Lu Sien could even feel the sound of its blood vessels gurgling and flowing.

Wow, this is a discovery that shocked the entire scientific community, Lu Sien thought, when he saw the small eyes growing at the intersection of these strange bloody lights, he was already speechless.

These eyes were small at first, only the size of a peanut, all of them were tightly closed, without eyelashes, but you could clearly see the folds of the eyelids and the rolling of the eyeballs underneath.

Then, the eyeballs grew bigger and bigger, and swelled up like a ripe fruit in autumn.Each eye becomes the size of an adult's fist.The eyeballs rolled twice under the eyelids, and suddenly opened.

Numerous eyeballs were exposed, and they turned, all looking at them.

Lu Sien's scalp felt numb for a moment. The feeling of being stared at by countless densely packed eyeballs was not very good. It reminded him of what he saw in a tree hole, which were densely arranged and irregularly embedded in the bark. eggs and a toad that carried all the eggs.

Metatron's helpless voice came from beside his ear, "Madam, please let go of your hands."

Lu Sien suddenly came back to his senses, and found that Metatron and Mrs. Smith were no longer beside him.

Mrs. Smith no longer prayed, but instead hugged Metatron's leg quietly, begging, "Please, that's my husband, he's not completely dead yet, you can't do this ,Please......"

And her husband, the thing who didn't know if it was a human being, had stood up unsteadily and walked towards them.

His lower limbs were completely rotten, and the broken bones were not enough to support walking, so he was almost limping and wriggling.During the writhing process, pieces of flesh and blood fell down, and there were even white maggots on them.

The living dead man's two eyeballs were moving, fixed on one up and one down, which was extremely uncoordinated.He went on to say in that faint breathy voice, "Mary, I've slept well. I'm just a little hungry now."

Weeping, Mrs. Smith knelt on the ground speechless, and tried to hold Metatron with her hands.

Metatron ignored the dead man walking toward him.Looking down at Mrs. Smith, "Look at his appearance, is this your husband?"

There was a broken voice in Mrs. Smith's throat, tears streamed down her face, and she couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"Mary, why are our...guests still...haven't left. Do...should we treat them to food?"

As the dead man spoke, with a smile on his lips, he walked up to Metatron, and stretched out a half-handed hand towards him.

The moment he approached Metatron, a burst of golden light flowed through, and his skin seemed to be scorched by flames, and he let out a miserable scream, and fell to the ground.

Metatron stretched out his left hand and tapped lightly on the center of Mrs. Smith's forehead. With a flash of warm light from his fingertips, the poor woman fell asleep.

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, stretched out his palm, and a little bit of golden light converged, finally forming the shape of a long sword in his palm. The blade of this sword was as bright as static lightning, and the pattern of irises was engraved on the hilt , the petals stretch.The patterns are gilded.

He raised the long sword flatly, and then stabbed the sword into the dead man's body.The dead man let out an inhuman scream, trembled a few times, and finally stopped moving.

Metatron lowered his head, he bowed to the dead man, his blond hair fell down on his shoulders, it was as bright as the sunlight shining in here.

In this blood-stained scene, beyond the imagination of the most fantastic thriller novelist, he is still unstained, like a bare statue.

Then, Metatron's trousers tightened and he was grabbed again.

The angel turned his head and found that Lu Sien had grabbed his pants again.

Lu Sien tremblingly said: "Help, look at us, ah no, it's under my feet."

Those blood vessels spread under Lu Sien's feet, and his eyes blinked on the soles of his feet.Now those blood vessels began to spread gradually like life, spreading upwards, trying to cling to Lu Sien's leg.

Metatron sighed, and he'd noticed that he'd been sighing a lot lately.

He hung himself in mid-air, supporting Mrs. Smith's body with strength, and at the same time, with his other free hand, he pulled Lu Sien out of the ground like a carrot.

The angel's face became serious, and for the first time, angry emotions stained his face.

He prayed in a low voice, "Our Father, hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as in heaven... Forgive us our sins, as we Forgiving others is the same...Amen."

As the sound of his prayer fell, the sword in his right hand was raised again, and the sword slashed downwards, starting from the tip of the sword, wherever it pointed, everything in the house was disintegrating.It is like a torrent, and all mountains, rocks, plants and trees cannot stop its progress.

When the long sword was struck to the end, the whole house collapsed, and golden flames ignited from the tip of the sword, filling the whole house.

Those strange eyes in the room screamed shrilly and were quickly burned up. Lu Sien felt that this kind of flame was more like purification than burning.

Soon, the house was like a rotten tree, and when it was pulled, it completely disintegrated and collapsed.

Metatron led Lu Sien, and Lu Sien dragged Mrs. Smith across the rotten threshold to the outside of the house.

At this time, people outside the village still don't realize it, and live in their ordinary and ordinary world on their own.

Lu Sien gasped, pointing at the talking and laughing villagers, not knowing what to say.

He turned around and wanted to ask Metatron, but he found that the other party didn't pay attention to him at all, just looking at the ground exposed by the collapsed house.

The ground is flat, and I don't know what kind of paint is used to paint a pattern, and the symbols reveal a strange and mysterious taste.It was a twisted eye with no eyelashes, and above it was a tangled snake connected at the top.

Metatron stared gravely at the symbol.It feels like something is coming out of my memory.

"Meta, Meta Cohen? Metatron!" someone called him in his ear.

Metatron snapped back to his senses and looked at the young man in front of him.

"Simmons..."

"What is this, are you in a daze?" Lu Sien pouted at the symbol.

Metatron looked at him, feeling that someone in his memory overlapped with him.He thought about it carefully, but couldn't think of anything.

"I don't know...I can't think of anything." The powerful angel replied blankly.

"Wait, you are very wrong now." Lu Sien looked at him, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, his eyes were full of inquiry.

"Also, since just now, who have you been looking through me?"

The angel's head hurt violently, and some broken pictures began to emerge in front of his eyes.