Life passed from the penetrating wound in the chest.
Lu Li's breath became weaker and weaker, and his heavy eyelids became increasingly difficult to support.
The back of his hand suddenly felt a burning pain. The pain was not relieved by Lu Li's death, but was as painful as his soul.
The inverted pentagram mark left by the devil on the back of his hand lit up like lava, and the pungent smell of sulfur penetrated his nose.
An imaginary magma portal seemed to be forming, but as if a breeze blew by, the door from hell was extinguished like a burst of sparks.
The mark on the back of his hand was extinguished, and the pain that penetrated his soul disappeared.
In his lowered eyes and hazy vision, the soul-harvesting god of death was drifting in from a distance.
But it looks more like another figure.
"……Friday?"
Lu Li's lips moved and he made a weak sound like a mosquito, or he didn't make anything at all.
The outline of the black robe was pressed against the ground. He picked up the fallen lighthouse and squirmed to Lu Li. He opened his pocket and took out something.
When the outline of the black robe pressed it against the back of Lu Li's burnt hand, Lu Li could tell from the outline that it was the fragment of salvation.
Lu Li didn't know what the outline of the black robe did. He couldn't see clearly or feel it.
Then the silhouette in black robe held the lighthouse and pressed the base against the wound on Lu Li's chest.
In other words, it was stuffed into the chest that was pierced by weirdness.
The murmurs of countless believers suddenly sounded around Lu Li, chanting the inscription at the bottom of the lighthouse.
"The radiance of humanity gathers in the wick..."
"It should be where it is..."
A touch of warmth spread in the chest. It took over from the heart that gradually stopped beating, and poured into the limbs and bones.
As a price, Lu Li's humanity decreased rapidly and he became increasingly tired.
The eyelids could no longer support themselves and closed completely.
Lu Li's consciousness sank into the abyss.
…
I don't know how much time passed before Lu Li woke up from a daze.
The candlestick on the dining table was dimly lit, and Lu Li was lying in the dark room, covered with an old and moldy quilt.
A figure sat casually on the cold ground, stabbing his legs with a sharp, needle-like object masochistically.
The sound of Lu Li turning his head startled the figure. He raised his head, revealing a dirty woman's face.
"I thought you were dead. I wanted to pick up some 'trophies' after the mantis left. Who knew you were still breathing, so I brought you here." The woman briefly narrated what happened before, and then asked Lu Li
of alertness.
"The wound heals so quickly, are you a slug?"
"Slug man?"
Lu Li looked out the window. It was dark and difficult to see, and the faint outline was obscured by candlelight.
They are still in the shelter.
"It seems not."
The woman pulled out the sharp object that was almost ten centimeters long and stabbed into her calf, and then it stabbed into the ankle. It should be the medial ankle, but the sharp object penetrated into the bone smoothly. The woman just frowned to show the pain and continued: "Then your
Where does the healing power come from? Bloodline? Church? Infection? Or homologous origin?”
"I don't understand."
The quilt gradually bulged. Lu Li raised his arm and opened the quilt to check the wound.
The damp, musty smell penetrated his nose, and Lu Li saw smooth skin with no wounds or scars on his chest.
As if everything was an illusion.
Frankly speaking, if the wound existed, Lu Li would have either died of excessive injuries or died of infection.
Lu Li's words made the woman pause for a moment and utter a language made up of vowels that he had never heard before: "ghl wufi vo?"
"I can understand the words, but I don't understand what you said." Lu Li replied.
"That's good, I don't know a few words in different languages." The woman showed obvious relief: "So that's your ability?"
"I have no healing ability."
"So you used a homologue?"
"That's right." Lu Li said, thinking of the special nature of the lighthouse.
The woman looked as if this was indeed the case, pulled out the sharp object from the inner ankle, and stabbed it at the sole of the foot.
"What are you doing?" Lu Li asked.
"For the sake of you telling me, my homologue can speed up my running speed at the expense of my lifespan."
"The price is high."
"Very big?" The woman's tone was full of mockery. "Life is the least valuable thing."
"Are you an exorcist?" Lu Li asked. The woman's identity was strange. She was chased by weirdos, had the same origin, and knew some things that Lu Li didn't know.
It seems that a lot of things happened outside during the time when I fell underground...
"Exorcist..." The woman's voice gradually became quieter, with some longing and loss, and then she shook her head: "No, they are just ordinary people who are surviving in a strange era."
Turning his neck while talking made Lu Li a little uncomfortable. Feeling that there was nothing abnormal in his body, except for the two parts of his humanity returning to the basics, Lu Li sat up on the bed board.
"Your injury-" The woman's words stopped on Lu Li's unwounded chest, and she shrugged: "Pretend I didn't say anything."
"Do ordinary people also have homologues?" Lu Li asked.
Every time the woman answered, Lu Li would have more questions.
"You sound like a classy person from the city?" The woman's words suddenly became aggressive, and she said bitterly and sarcastically: "Most ordinary people can't afford expensive homologues."
New questions were born.
But thinking that if he continued to ask questions, he might end up unhappy, Lu Li prepared to ask other questions for the time being.
He was about to continue asking, but the woman seemed to have had enough of this kind of questions and answers: "If it's still a question, I won't answer it even if you ask it."
"Has it been resolved in the Time of Silence?" Lu Li simply said calmly.
The woman really didn't want to answer Lu Li anymore, but this question really angered her, or made her feel ridiculous, and she said sharply and sarcastically: "Of course not, amnesiac man, it still exists, and now it's called the Silent Hour."
"Why." Lu Li frowned.
The moment of silence is still there...Did that shot fail after all...
"Why? Because it's a disaster, because it's there half the time."
"One day, half?" Lu Li whispered.
The Time of Silence angered all mankind for its own offense?
Now it was a woman who felt strange. She looked at Lu Li strangely: "Have you been in the shelter?"
"Almost half a month."
"Who would stay in the shelter for so long..." the woman muttered, her eyes suddenly glowed with a light that seemed to be substantial, like a poor man seeing a mountain of gold. "Are you a shelter resident!?"
"no."
"Really? You don't seem to know anything." The woman was still doubtful.
Lu Li was silent as he suddenly remembered something.
It was a casual remark made on Friday.
"When will the hour of silence appear?"
"Irregular times every day, what do you want to ask -"
Lu Li looked at the woman: "Tell me the time it was born."
Facing those pure black eyes, the woman's prepared sarcasm suddenly became difficult to speak.
"Okay, I'll just say it once."
She had no choice but to answer this question, which sounded ridiculous: "Twenty-four years ago."
