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The smoke is rolling, and every time it sucks, it makes a heavy sound like a broken bellows. Like burning a throat and lungs, the consciousness of summer wind is quickly blurred.
“No, you can’t sleep, you will die.”
“Wake up, you must be awake!”
……
The boundless red color is dim, the deepest and deepest darkness emerges, the summer breeze is like a drowning person, struggling to catch every thing that can be grasped to help him change this incompetent state, get rid of this unspeakable Darkness.
Suddenly, the front lit up a little red light, like the morning sun rising.
Under its glory, Xia Feng felt that he had recovered a little power and then moved closer to the red light.
When the summer wind took the step with the light, the light became more and more bright, from red to pure white, and the darkness was completely broken and shattered.
“Call.” Xia Feng slammed up and gasped, and he dreamed of a terrifying fire, and before the fire burned, he fell into a coma because he inhaled too much smoke. It can only wait vaguely and desperately for the flame to spread. Just like the ghost presses of the past few times, it is clear that you are dreaming, you want to break free, but you have no strength and no control.
The dream was unusually true, and the summer wind was overwhelmed. Plus, he did not feel the existence of the fire, so he sat sluggishly and had not returned to God for a long time.
As the heart beats slowly and slowly, the spirit of summer wind condenses, remembering that he is rushing to the graduation thesis in the general reading room of the school comprehensive library. He laughs at himself: “The recent days are all such irregular day and night life, no wonder. Will do such a real nightmare.”
When the summer wind looks in front of me, when I am ready to pack the reference book back to the bedroom, the strange and unimaginable scene hits his mind like a giant hammer, letting him suddenly stunned and blank.
There is no beautiful wooden desk in the library, no piles of reference books, no drafts of papers ready to be imported into the computer, only a black blanket with a broken corner and a blanket. Body.
The place where I sit is not the backrest chair of the library, but a narrow wooden bed.
“This is where?!”
Although Xia Feng has a somewhat introverted personality, the response is not fast enough, but at this time, I found all kinds of mistakes: even if it was really a fire, I was sent to the hospital, and it is not like a hospital here!
He was tight inside, hurriedly looking at all around, and the reflection was too busy to stand up next to him.
Just stepping on the ground, Xia Feng felt an extreme weakness and dizziness, and when his feet were soft, he would fall obliquely.
Xia Feng hurriedly reached out and held himself on the bed, holding himself steady. His face was white and his heart was restless. Just now, this glimpse was already completely looked around.
A dilapidated, narrow hut, except for the wooden bed next to it, there is only one wooden table that can fall apart at any time, two well-prepared stools, a crumbled crates, and On the other side of the crumbling wooden door, there is a stove that does not see the original color and a jar that hangs on the stove. The firewood under the stove has not been extinguished for a long time, and there is no heat coming out.
Everything is so strange, Xia Feng can’t judge where he is, and the feeling of weakness that emerges constantly makes Xia Feng’s mind confused:
“Where is this?!”
“The body is like a serious illness. It is very similar to the feeling that the pneumonia in high school just disappeared.”
……
Countless thoughts echoed in my mind, but the summer wind never met such a strange thing. The introverted surname made him suddenly wonder what to do next, and the deep panic was fermenting.
The only thing worth thanking is that there are no nuisances, so that the summer wind can get used to the name and take a few deep breaths, slowly calming down the panic, when the outside of the hut is far from shouting:
“Burning the witch! Ade let the church burn the witch!”
“Everyone is going!”
“Burning the damn, evil witch!”
Two opposite emotions of fear and excitement are clearly revealed in strange accents. The summer wind is interrupted by panic, curious, and self-talking: “Witch? What is the world here?”
As an adult who likes novels, the bad hunch is faint in the heart of Xia Feng, but before I can think about it, the poor, smashed wooden door is knocked open, a 12-year-old boy. Rushed in.
“Lucien Big Brother…” The boy with a short brown hair and a knee-length linen shirt saw the summer wind standing on the edge of the bed. He was surprised and surprised. “Are you awake?”
Xia Feng looked at this different from the modern style of clothes, numb his head, and his mind was a messy thought: “Lucien, witch, church, burned, I really crossed, and still passed through the European Middle Ages. The dark age of hunting witches?”
Things always move towards bad directions. Murphy’s law is a cold reminder to the summer wind, the boy’s hair color, the dirty old linen clothes, all confirm this. As for the language spoken by the boy, Xia Feng body instinctively It can be understood and seems to be able to be used, but he is still far away from the linguist and cannot judge which language.
Seeing that the summer wind is not guarding, the little boy with a few black and gray stains on his face is not strange: “Mother always refuses to believe me. He secretly cries in the middle of the night, crying his eyes are swollen, and he has been chanting poor little Evans. Just like Lucien, you have been buried in the cemetery.”
“Father was arguing that there was no way. In the early morning, I asked Simon’s bad brat to send a letter to Sir Wien’s manor, and let the elder brother find a way to come back. He is already a trainee’s Knight Squire. The doctors in the church don’t dare to He insisted on the outrageous, funny price in front of him.”
Speaking of becoming the elder brother of the trainee Knight Squire, the little boy’s chin is slightly lifted, and there is a sincere pride.
“But now, well, they lost, I am right, Lucien Big Brother, how could you have something!”
As he said, he pulled the summer wind’s arm: “Go, Lucien, go to the church square to see the burning witch, the evil witch who killed you and was interrogated by the church guard for a night!”
It’s a big change, I just want to think about the summer wind of my life. I didn’t want to follow this little boy to join in the fun, and burned a living person directly. It’s really unacceptable for the good summer wind. Since I can’t stop myself, I still don’t want to see it well, but the last sentence of the boy, but let the summer wind surprise: “Is this witch and I involved?”
So Xia Feng’s thought changed, and he was amazed, letting the boy pull, and stumbled to Ade to let the church run.
Along the way, Xia Feng seized the opportunity to look at the people who went to the Adejan church.
The weather is warmer, the men are basically wearing linen skirts with short sleeves, the same color trousers and non-heeled shoes, and the women are boring single skirts. The skirts are often stitched with a large pocket, the commonality is simple and worn. .
Most of the brown hairs are doped with blond hair, red hair, black hair, blue, red, blue eyes, etc. The facial features are profound and full of three-dimensionality.
“Is it really the Middle Ages?” Xia Feng looked at himself, the same linen short jacket, the same trousers, the same non-heeled shoes.
Not long after coming out of the dilapidated, low-rise poor houses, I saw a small but solemn church with a semi-circular vault, a huge white cross nailed to it, and a narrow window below.
The square has been surrounded by a lot of people, the little boy took the summer wind left right flash drilling, stop crowded forward, exuberant anger attracted a lot of people over here, but because this is the church square, can not beat these two Asshole.
Not long after the squeeze, Xia Feng suddenly opened up, it was already squeezed to the front.
In the center of the square is a wooden cross with a pale, beautifully dressed 20-year-old black robe woman.
The surrounding people, from time to time, will bring stones, wooden blocks, saliva, etc. that they bring with them to the black robe women, and the cursing sounds will be mixed into one group:
“Suddenly you damn witch.”
“You witch is hiding in our Adejan district, and definitely wants to kill us!”
“My poor little Tracy died a few months ago. It must have been your evil witch! Oh, my poor little Tracy…”
……
Occasionally being hit, the woman in the black robe closed her thin white lips without giving a cry, but the statue was generally looking at the people standing on the church ladder.
Headed by a middle-aged man in a wide white robe with a gold-rimmed side, with a white soft hat, holding a round badge with a white cross, quietly watching, without speaking, solemn and solemn, behind him The men and women standing in a few white robes are clean, tidy and ruddy, in stark contrast to the poverty and filth in the square.
After these white robes, standing in a row of guards wearing silver-gray chain mail, mighty out of the ordinary.
The middle-aged man took out a look of a pocket watch and saw that the time was almost the same, so he took a step forward and raised the round badge with one hand.
Suddenly, the angry, hateful, quarreling people in the square suddenly quieted down and synchronized.
There was only the sound of the wind blowing through the clothes on the entire square.
Xia Feng is very surprised. Even in modern times, if you want to achieve this level of obedience and conditioning, at least a few months of training, and these ordinary people who seem to be poor, can actually do? What power is it for them to do?
The middle-aged man holds the badge, but the voice is not big but spread throughout the square: “Poor sinner, you are confused by devil, you want to gain the power of evil, from the body to the soul are full of dirty, only the Holy Light can purify you This is both the punishment of the Lord and the gift of the Lord, and the Lord’s tolerance for the lost Lamb.”
“Burning her, burning her!” The poor around were sparse, and then shouted neatly.
The chaotic, fanatical scene makes the summer wind shudder. If you are known to be crossing, the next fire-rack is Lucien who has been encroached on by the evil devil.
“Before purifying you, the Lord of tolerance and kindness asks me to ask you again: Are you willing to repent? Sincere confession can completely purify your soul and enter the kingdom of the Lord.” The middle-aged man is gentle and compassionate. Asked.
The black robe woman suddenly burst into laughter and her voice was sharp and sharp. “I am pursuing the truth of Magic, not the god of truth. Burn me, I will watch this sinful heaven in the flames, look at this gorgeous. The church collapsed.”
“madman!”
“It’s evil!”
“The bishop’s kindness has been exchanged for a curse. These wizards who have been deceived by the devil are really damn!”
“Burning her!”
The bishop did not say anything, but the many poor people around him were caught in the madness of screaming.
For the first time, Xia Feng’s life was in a fanatical and unreasonable atmosphere. When he was shocked, he could not help but think: “The medieval Europe is really dangerous!”
“However, there is no wood pile, how can I burn her?”
Although there is compassion and intolerance for the woman in the black robe, Xia Feng does not dare to act in the slightest, otherwise one person can kill himself with a stone.
The bishop prayed a few words, and the voice became louder and louder without any feelings: “Sinner, then you will go to hell in the purification of the Holy Light.”
The cross badge of his hand violently burst into bright light, dazzling and dazzling, and what Xia Feng saw in his eyes was all white.
The bishop’s hands are like holding a small sun, solemn, majestic and sacred, and everyone, including the little boy next to the summer breeze, bows his head and prays and praises quietly.
The light gathered and shot toward the blue sky. When it reached the height of the vault, the light turned back and fell on the fire.
The red flame ignited, and the height of one person was surrounded by the black robe woman.
She is laughing wildly and cursing:
“I will watch this sinful heaven destroy in the flames.”
“I will watch this gorgeous church collapse in the flames.”
“I will watch you in the flames forever sinking!”
……
The fierce voice was endless, and the black robe woman and the firearms burned together.
And the summer breeze fell into a dullness when the badge broke out brightly:
“This is not medieval Europe…”
“This is the world with true Divine Spell and Magic!”
“My name is Lucien…”
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