I Was Once a Legend

Chapter 313

plague?

Cui Zuojing took a step back immediately. He watched the priest's rotting neck from a distance. He was stabbed in the throat, but he didn't die immediately. After being locked in the coffin, the wound festered and rotted, and he gradually lost his life.

If it is a plague, it will be a little troublesome.Cui Zuojing put the lid on the coffin again to prevent further spread of the virus, and picked up the child again.When he turned the priest over just now, he came across his corpse. He didn't know if he was targeted by the plague. In any case, he needed to find Victor as soon as possible.

It's just that he didn't see any traces left by other people along the way. Haven't they entered the church yet?Cui Zuojing frowned and pondered for a moment, and decided to go to a place he hadn't been to. Maybe it was just a coincidence?

Leaving the nave and passing through the corridor with stained glass windows, Cui Zuojing soon came to the stairwell again, and the child in his arms burst into tears for some reason.

"Don't cry." Cui Zuojing was taken aback, and hurried to coax him, he took off his clothes to make sure he didn't urinate, so he was hungry?

But it's impossible to have milk or something here... Cui Zuojing was worried. He himself was hungry for a whole day, but he still had a newborn baby, so he needed to consider the issue of food and clothing.

There should be a kitchen in the church, otherwise the priest would not be able to eat, so Cui Zuojing had to temporarily change his goal and go to the kitchen first.The child couldn't be coaxed when he was hungry, and kept crying. The crying echoed in the empty church like a living target. Cui Zuojing couldn't cover his mouth, so he could only use the fastest Speed ​​all the way to search.

Fortunately, the church is really not too big. Cui Zuojing was lucky enough to find a small kitchen on the second floor. The kitchen was quite tidy, obviously not where the battle took place.He temporarily put the child on the stove, rummaged through boxes and chests to find a pot, and borrowed some water to boil it.

Cui Zuojing didn't expect to find milk powder here, but he thought that if he could find eggs, he could make a bowl of egg tea for the children. Children should be able to drink it, right?

The child was really hungry, and he didn't even have the strength to cry. He sobbed pitifully with a wrinkled face, put his fingers in his mouth, and drool a hand.

There was water in the kitchen, so Cui Zuojing washed his hands carefully first, and then wiped the child's saliva.

Turn on the fire and boil the water, and the gradually warming air will be a bit dull. Cui Zuojing opened the window a little bit to ventilate. He continued to rummaging through the box to find something for the children to eat. A black crow flew over and flapped its wings. Staying on the window sill, red eyes looked at the baby boy wrapped in a coat on the stove.

"What are these?" Cui Zuojing didn't know many of the English words written on the packages. He was good at English, but he didn't know much about many ingredients that only appeared in the kitchen. He stared at the "cummin" to examine After a while, the lid was opened, the powder particles were flying, and the smell of cumin made me sneezed.

The crow glanced at Cui Zuojing, who had no time to take care of other places. It flapped its wings again and rushed straight to the baby on the stove!

Snapped!

A frying pan was swung over, and the crow let out a scream, and was slapped aside. Cui Zuojing stood up, and he strode forward with the frying pan in one hand, grabbing the crow's wings that were about to fly up again. No matter how hard it struggles, it will not let go.

"You want to kill him?" Cui Zuojing looked back at the child, he clicked his tongue, and said, "Although I haven't eaten it, but for a bird, you can eat it even if its feathers are plucked?"

The crow struggled desperately, and Cui Zuojing finally decided to let it go. He was not that vicious, and he still doesn't know where the bodies of the dead believers are. Those people may have been infected with the plague, and the crow as a carrion eater may not know No matter how many corpses he ate, Cui Zuojing felt a little dirty holding it now.

Cui Zuojing walked to the window, threw the crow out, and immediately closed the window with a bang.

The child had no idea that he had escaped a catastrophe just now, and was still crying, which made Cui Zuojing upset. At this time, the water boiled, so he quickly turned off the fire, took down the pot, and poured it into the bowl that had been washed in advance. It's cold.

In the end, Cui Zuojing managed to find the egg he was longing for. Regardless of whether the child could eat it or not, he first made a bowl of egg tea and drank it by himself.

Afterwards he found another carton of milk, put the milk carton in a hot water bowl and heated it in a water bath, poured two drops on the back of his hand and thought it was enough, Cui Zuojing began to feed him little by little.

The way such a small child eats is instinctive sucking, and it is impossible for Cui Zuojing to fill his mouth with a bowl, so he can only feed him little by little with a small spoon. After five or six minutes of feeding, he gets annoyed, sighs and waits. Seriously serving this little doll who doesn't understand anything.

He really doesn't have the talent and patience to take care of children.Cui Zuojing couldn't help but think that it would be great if Dong Zheng was here. With his prudence, he would definitely do a lot better than himself.

After feeding half a carton of milk, the child finally calmed down. Cui Zuojing heaved a sigh of relief. He put a small spoon and a new carton of milk in his pocket so that he could feed him at any time.

There were still a few cabinets that he didn't look at, so Cui Zuojing opened them, looking for clues or something useful, but when he opened a cabinet near the corner, he met a pair of bloodshot eyes.

The man screamed and rushed out, Cui Zuojing dodged sideways, he fell to the ground, the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, Cui Zuojing immediately stepped on his shoulder blades, and kicked the knife under the cabinet.

The man was thin and thin, and the traces of being soaked in blood could be clearly seen on the black robe. His complexion was pale due to excessive blood loss. Cui Zuojing squatted down to look at his face, and found that dark green ulcers had appeared on the side of his neck. , looks exactly the same as the priest's corpse.

He frowned and asked, "Are you a heretic?"

Cui Zuojing couldn't understand a string of words that the man gurgled, but he could see the hatred and panic in the man's eyes. Cui Zuojing speculated that after the war he was injured and infected. , was abandoned here by his companions.

Seeing that this person's physical condition could not possibly hurt him, Cui Zuojing let go of his feet, raised his finger and pointed to the ulcer on his neck, the person shook his head frantically, he sat up reluctantly, and kept gesticulating the cross with his hands in the air , but the cross he made was obviously longer than the bottom, more like an upside-down cross.

So Cui Zuojing crossed his index fingers into an upside-down cross and asked him. The man's eyes were even more frightened. He looked at the baby on the stove, screamed, covered the ulcer on his neck, sat on the ground and struggled to take two steps back. It didn't stop until it hit the wall.

The impact seemed to trigger something inside his body. The man froze for a few seconds, then spit out a mouthful of blood, his head hung to one side, and remained motionless.

Cui Zuojing was terrified immediately, he picked up the child without saying a word, and left the kitchen quickly.

The inverted cross, the priest's suicide note, heretics, and diseases that make people die strangely, the box gradually shows his five-star difficulty, and...the child in his arms.

The crow wanted to kill him, and the heathen became very excited after seeing the child. He also experimented just now that the child is not the Holy Son in the plot, so what kind of role will he play?

No matter what, he couldn't be thrown away. Cui Zuojing continued to explore, looking for traces that his companion might leave.

Dong Zheng walked up to the third floor.

The bloodstains in the church revealed what happened in the past. He searched along the bloodstains and saw several bloody footprints in the corner. There was a carving of Jesus crucified on the wall. There was obviously a secret door here.

Dong Zheng studied for a while, then twisted the cross 180 degrees, Jesus was nailed on the cross upside down, and the secret door opened in front of him.

The smell of blood was so strong that Dong Zheng didn't go in right away. His good night vision ability allowed him to see the scene in the dark room clearly. The woman's body fell on the ground, her face was so weak and pale that she lost her human shape, her abdomen was raised high, and her lower body It was full of blood, as if all the blood had been drained from the body, and the placenta and umbilical cord were left in the corner.

This miserable scene made Dong Zheng take a step back subconsciously, and he couldn't help but think of another person, his mother who died of dystocia.

More than 20 years ago, when his mother gave birth to him...was it like this?

Dong Zheng clenched his fists to stop the trembling of his hands. He took a deep breath, forced himself not to think too much, and looked away from the woman.He didn't find the child who was born. The child was probably taken away by the person who left the dark room, that is, the owner of the footprints.

Dong Zheng silently closed the door of the dark room again, looking at the tragic death of the woman for a second, it would be more torture for him.

There was a mark left by Cui Zuojing next to the secret door. Dong Zheng knew that the child was probably taken away by Cui Zuojing, so he quickened his pace and chased after the direction indicated by the mark.

At the moment when the arrow shot, Cui Zuojing caught the sound of the wind piercing through the air. He lowered his head abruptly, and the arrow flew past his hair, and shot straight at the pillar of the porch. The arrow sank into the hard stone pillar.

Cui Zuojing suddenly turned around with the child in his arms, a black shadow flashed by the corner of the corridor, he narrowed his eyes, and quickly followed.

This is already the fourth attack after coming out of the kitchen. There are still many heretics who have not left in this church. They stay here just to find the child who is called the last hope.

The assailant ran fast, but Cui Zuojing was faster than him. He was holding the baby in one hand, and the distance between him and the assailant was getting closer and closer.Seeing that Cui Zuojing couldn't escape him, the man covered in black robe turned around and shot another arrow, which was dodged by Cui Zuojing.

Cui Zuojing took out a card from his pocket with two fingers, and threw it towards the heretic. The card brushed against the opponent's shoulder like a blade, and hit the wall in front of him with such force that it almost completely missed it.

After running around another corner, the pursuer suddenly disappeared, and the corridor ahead was empty. Cui Zuojing stopped suspiciously, and the child in his arms was awakened, opened his mouth and began to cry.

Cui Zuojing had no time to care about him, he carefully paid attention to all possible subtle sounds around him, and suddenly raised his head!

A black shadow descended from the sky, and a sharp arrow aimed straight at the crying child in his arms. In desperation, Cui Zuojing rolled on the spot, holding the child tightly to his chest.

The black-robed man landed on the ground and took the opportunity to slash at Cui Zuojing who had not yet adjusted his figure. However, a card flew by and stuck in his throat at a speed that his naked eyes could not catch.

The heathen froze in the air, his eyes widened, and a few seconds later, a line of blood appeared at the place where the card had cut out, and the blood gushed out immediately.

bang.The knife fell to the ground.

The warm body fell down, and Cui Zuojing slowly got up. He stared at the heathen who was gradually losing his vitality for a few seconds, looked down at the child in the coat, and gently shook him to coax him.

But Cui Zuojing didn't realize that when the pagan who fell on the ground completely lost his voice, bloody patterns appeared on his cheeks, as if declaring his sins.