The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Sunrise and sunset, when the new moon rises again over the tops of the sycamore trees with withered autumn leaves, the day of Skoll Church is over.

Father Will routinely prayed with his eyes closed under the cross. The lights in the main hall of the church had been turned off, and only a few candles in front of the altar were left, scorched by the flickering flames and dripping turbid wax. drop.

No one rang the bell tonight. Father Will seemed to like the silence at this moment very much. The whole church could be immersed in the evening scene like a dream, allowing him to calm down, think, recall, and confess many things.

The time seemed to be up, and Father Will finally finished his prayer. He opened his eyes, looked up at Jesus on the cross, and finally muttered something with his lips, but unfortunately no one could hear him.

At this time, a gust of wind blew up, and instantly blew the candlelight, and the church immediately went dark, but the black shadow cast on the wall seemed so tall, as if it could swallow everything.

Father Will's heart was pounding, and he felt as if something was about to happen.

what is it then?

He stood under the cross, obviously wanting to leave, but his body didn't move at all. Even his gradually cloudy eyeballs stared in one direction stiffly, until it was unbearably sore.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the candlelight was getting darker and darker, but the surroundings were still very quiet, and nothing happened, but Father Will's premonition became stronger and stronger.

This premonition is tormenting him, something terrible may happen at any time, but he just doesn't know when it will be, let alone escape.

Although he couldn't move his eyes, his eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and there was tearing pain from his eye sockets. This kind of torture was too unbearable, and he even started to shout in his heart, come on, come on Bar!

Maybe God finally heard his prayer, a footstep suddenly sounded behind him.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

Someone was approaching him, walking towards him in the empty and dark church.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, that person has already walked behind him, and he's about to touch him soon!

Father Will turned around abruptly, the wind in the church stopped, and the candles started to burn again, and the light illuminated the vicinity, but left a dark corner.

Rows of benches stretched away, it was so empty, but it made people feel crowded and depressing.

But no matter what, there was no one in front of him, and the sound of approaching footsteps seemed to be non-existent, but Father Will's back was still drenched in cold sweat.

He clenched the cross in his hand tightly, his lips collapsed into a slit, and just now - he didn't turn around at all.

To be precise, he himself didn't turn around at all. It was as if a pair of invisible hands had forcibly bent his shoulders and turned around.

Father Will's breathing almost stopped, until the feeling of suffocation hit, he suddenly gasped for a few breaths, and tentatively stepped forward with his already stiff legs.

He can move——this kind of knowledge gave Father Will a burst of excitement. He hurriedly ran towards the door closest to him. Although his legs and feet were weak due to fear, and he bumped into countless things along the way, he finally managed to ran to the side door.

But just as his hand was about to push open the door, the piano in the corner of the church suddenly issued a series of piercing notes.

Father Will's movements stopped just like that.He slammed into the door in front of him as if he was powerless, the loud bang made his skull hurt, but the door didn't open.

At this time, footsteps sounded again, but unlike last time, the person who came seemed to be walking a little unsteadily, even mixed with the sound of crutches touching the ground.

But Father Will had no intention of paying attention to these things, he could only feel that the man was getting closer and closer to him——

"Father Will, why are you here?" The gentle voice was somewhat surprised, and such a lively breath made Father Will suddenly raise his head, and what he saw was the person surnamed Wang in the church. guests.

The warm candlelight reflected on his long gown woven with gold thread. His slightly long hair hung down because of the movement of bending over, covering half of his pale and beautiful face. His thin body seemed to be a little unstable. Holding a slender cane.

Noticing Father Will's gaze, Wang Luan covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, coughed a few more times, and his lips were stained with water. As if he didn't know anything, he asked again with concern: "Will?" Father Er, did you fall down?"

It wasn't until this reminder that Father Will came back to his senses, and suddenly relaxed after the catastrophe, but he couldn't help covering up a little embarrassingly: "Yes, the light here is not good, so I sprained without paying attention. "

"Are you seriously injured?" Wang Luan's sparrow-like eyes glanced at the wound on his forehead, but he didn't say what he was wearing, and continued to ask, "Do you need me to call Aunt Tim?"

"No, no need!" Father Will subconsciously denied it, and then felt that he was a little nervous, cleared his throat as a cover, held the door with some difficulty, and got up from the ground: "I'm fine. Just get active."

"Really?" Wang Luan whispered as if he was talking to himself, but his eyes were fixed on the priest in front of him, seeing that his black robe was covered with dust and looked very dirty.

"I'm really fine. Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your concern." Father Will followed Wang Luan's gaze and noticed his dirty robe. He felt a little irritable for no reason. He wanted to leave here quickly, escape quickly This nightmare.

But just when he was about to bend down to pat the dust off his body, a thought that made him faintly afraid suddenly resurfaced, and the corner of his eyes looked behind Wang Luan, and the church was still empty and dark.

"Mr. Wang..." In Father Will's voice, there was a tremor that he couldn't detect. He opened his mouth repeatedly, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of getting that frightening answer.

"What's the matter?" Wang Luan seemed to smile, and raised his eyes to meet Father Will's eyes. The originally beautiful face was reflected in the eyes of the other party, but he became horrified.

Unknowingly, Father Will's back had already pressed against the wooden door behind him, but the door that usually only needs to be pushed lightly to open, is now tightly closed, like a cold wall noodle.

There was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead in an instant, his eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were shaking up and down because he couldn't stop touching them. Finally, he clenched the cross in his hand and asked tremblingly, "It's so late, Mr. Wang... ...why didn't you rest in your room?"

Wang Luan still had a smile on his brows and eyes, as if there was no hidden secret, and he said in a flat tone, "Father, you wanted to ask this."

"Tonight," he paused intentionally, seeing more cold sweat dripping from Father Will's forehead, and then continued: "Someone invited me and Shen Sheng to come here..."

"Listening to the piano."

Father Will's legs went limp again, and he slid down against the wooden door behind him uncontrollably. He didn't even know where the cross in his hand fell, and he could only make a breathy sound of "hehe".

Suddenly there was another person's footsteps in the darkness, and Father Will's heartstrings almost snapped. He immediately turned his head to look, but it was Qi Chensheng in a black windbreaker, walking slowly towards them with a tray in his hand.

"Why did Brother Nine come here first?" As if he didn't see Father Will by the door at all, he put the tray on the long table under the candlelight, and the four tall glasses immediately overflowed with blood-like wine The liquid dripped down.

"I heard some movement here, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect—it was Father Will who fell down." Wang Luan turned around and smiled at Qi Chensheng, and then he felt his shoulders sink, but it was Qi Chensheng who put his The windbreaker was draped over his body, as if embracing him from behind.

"Father Will?" Until this time, Qi Chensheng turned his face slightly, lowered his gray eyes with deep scars, looked at Father Will who was about to collapse on the ground, and showed a polite but cold smile: " That's just right, please invite Father Will to join us and enjoy tonight's music."

"No, I, I don't want it!" Father Will finally couldn't bear it anymore, and even the words in his mouth took on a foreign and funny accent.

However, Qi Chensheng didn't seem to have heard his words. With one arm around Wang Luan and the tray in the other, he leisurely chose the most desirable seat in the empty church and sat down.

Then he took the gentleman's stick from Wang Luan's hand, and tapped lightly on Father Will who was still slumped on the ground.

"What are you going to do? I won't go, I won't go!" Father Will found in horror that his body was completely out of control, he stood up straight from the ground, and walked to the position next to Qi Chensheng step by step with weird movements Come on, sit upright.

"Father, try it," Wang Luan leaned slightly, and with his thin hands, pushed a goblet on the tray to Father Will, the red wine in the glass and the crimson ring on his finger They complement each other, with a poisonous beauty.

"No, I won't drink!" Father Will resisted strongly, but Wang Luan didn't take it to heart, and took the wine glass with Qi Chensheng again.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the goblets in their hands touched lightly, making a crisp sound, as if there was only each other in their eyes, and they didn't care about Father Will's movement at all.

But Father Will was in a panic, and found that his hand was raised uncontrollably, and he brought the wine glass full of red liquid on the table to his face.

don't, don't—

He watched helplessly, his distorted face was reflected in the glass, that expression of panic and despair, with the slight fluctuation of the wine, his eyes also turned crimson red, very much like the devil in the Bible.

Father Will's heart seemed to be stung by something. He was so shocked that he couldn't believe it. Since when did he change from a noble priest to this appearance.