In the train carriage, only the girl with dull eyes was left kneeling on the spot. It took more than ten seconds after Cassia fell down, and then she remembered something very important, and her body still struggled to stand up. She thought
It would be great to sit on her knees forever, just cover her eyes with her hands and cry loudly. But she knows that such a thing will never happen, and everything in the future will have to be dealt with by herself. p>
Picking up the rough red cloth, it seems that the girl is the only one in the whole train who is not affected by the strangeness. Whether it is due to natural institutional factors or some other reasons, maybe even the girl herself does not know.
The skull was carefully wrapped in cloth again, and the bagpipe-like sound slowly weakened as the red cloth was wrapped until it completely disappeared from the carriage.
The girl put the wrapped skull and the thrown clothes into a black box and placed them beside the aisle. She walked towards Cassia who was lying on the ground, and also knelt down in front of Cassia's head, stretched out her hand and thought
She wanted to turn Cassia's body over. However, the surgeon's extra-ordinary weight was too difficult for the girl. Despite her efforts, no real results were seen. In the end, the girl had no choice but to give up the tedious process and put her two small hands together.
Place it on Cassia's temple, rub it closely, and say something silently.
But Cassia can’t feel anything at the moment.
When the scene appeared in his eyes, the surroundings were already pitch black. Cold rain was falling from the sky, hitting his naked upper body and making him shiver a few times. It didn't hit him, it seemed to hit someone.
In my heart, the rain has the same strange feeling and effect as the atmosphere in the train.
Cassia looked around, but there was no light. When she stepped on her feet, the ground was as hard as rock, no longer mud that people could sink into. There was the sound of wind and the sound of raindrops falling on the ground, and the temperature was rising.
It should be around a few degrees below zero, and the sky was also pitch black. In addition to the rain hitting his body, Cassia felt an obvious touch, and there was also the heavy feeling transmitted to him by the earth under his feet. His vision, smell, and even hearing all seemed to be here.
Lost their original function.
"Is this in the mud?" Cassia suddenly thought of this, and the surrounding darkness also gave him a familiar feeling at this time.
A group of flames "spiked" in front of him on the left. The fire was like a cover made of light, struggling to support a small space in this dark world. Cassia stood there and looked at it for a while. It was a small space.
A fire can be built as long as there is a pit and a few pieces of wood that are resistant to burning.
During the period of observation, there was no change in the fire, and no abnormality occurred. Cassia then moved over and walked over. Entering the dim yellow light range of the flame, the temperature was also transferred to his body along with the light.
The warmth on his body and next to the fire was not the kind of fire he knew. It was far warmer than he imagined. Or maybe the things in this world were things beyond his knowledge, just like the fire suddenly
The appearance of the space is the same.
The fire was in a crudely dug shallow pit. A few logs burned very vigorously. The sparks followed the flames and flew into the darkness high in the sky. Then they lost their bright red color and turned into gray-white embers.
I don’t know which corner it fell in the surrounding darkness. The flames running from the wood and swaying in the wind were also strange things. The drizzle had no effect on it, and Cassia was quick to come to the edge of the fire.
One minute. But the flames on the fire in front of me, and the red-burning wood under the flames, still maintained their original appearance, neither decreasing nor increasing.
Sparks flew into the sky as usual, and there was still nothing else around. The rain falling on Cassia also slowly decreased under the temperature passed by the flames, and then was completely dried. The coldness on his body was also completely removed, and he
Amid the surprise, the power that had passed away quickly recovered little by little.
It must have reached a critical point in physical strength, or it was due to the influence of external factors. At a certain moment when Cassia was staring at the fire, an extra person appeared opposite him. He did not feel the slightest surprise.
It didn’t say that it appeared all of a sudden. Everything was natural and should have been like this. Cassia couldn’t say that she was surprised at all. Instead, she felt that it was inappropriate for her to appear here.
I am something that does not belong here, Cassia thought. The mud swallowing me is also the world's instinctive reaction to the invasion of foreign objects. Just like when the body catches a cold, there will be some substance in the body to kill the causative factors.
"Hello, Mr. Gilida Xint, the Thirteenth Holy Emperor?" Cassia moved her eyes from the flame to the person in front of her who has always existed there.
It's not the gray hair, wrinkled face, and cloudy eyes that he imagined. In sharp contrast, the person in front of him looks very young, and his body is full of endless vitality like heat. He is wearing a black combat uniform.
, and some key positions on the body, such as the heart, neck, and elbows and knees, are wrapped in armor with strange symbols. The material of those armors cannot be seen. Although they have the texture and color of metal, they are
In Cassia's eyes, they have something completely different from steel. It is temperature, just like the temperature that the fire in front of you emits all the time, which is completely different from the eternal cold feeling of steel itself.
The person opposite is sitting on a long stone that is arranged horizontally and serves as a seat. Two thick arms with muscles extending from the fingertips to the shoulders are placed on the knees of the feet, and the body is leaning towards the fire.
The standard posture of warming himself by the fire. The firelight reflected his face, which was almost as young as Cassia. The drizzle stopped, the flames became a little stronger, and more sparks flickered in Cassia's eyes.
After listening to Cassia's words, the person opposite just snorted coldly, like gold and iron breaking.
"Holy Emperor?" He said, "A puppet-like position is sometimes even worse than a puppet. For puppeteers, they will also spend time to repair the puppets they control and give them a lot of care. But for puppeteers
The Holy Emperor is not as good as a captive domesticated animal. To be qualified for this position, you need to be extremely talented. And extremely talented people have ambitions to match. But the title of 'Holy Emperor' is the most
A binding cage. As a representative of the enshrined god, there are many things that need to be paid attention to, such as wine and sex."
"It's free for me, and I don't deserve it." The man in front of him said, and then he looked at Cassia, "So you have recognized the wrong person, a little guy who has not yet broken out of his shell."