Thick smoke billowed, and every puff he took made a heavy sound like a broken bellows, as if it was burning his throat and lungs. Xia Feng's consciousness soon became blurred.
"No, you can't sleep there, you'll die."
"Wake up, you must wake up!"
…
The boundless red color dimmed the ground, and the deepest and heaviest darkness emerged. Xia Feng was like a drowning person, struggling to grab everything he could to help himself change his powerless and floating state and get rid of this indescribable situation.
of darkness.
Suddenly, a bright red light lit up in front of me, like the sun rising in the morning.
Under its illumination, Xia Feng felt that he had regained a little strength, and then he moved closer to the red light desperately.
When Xia Feng took this step with the help of illumination, the light became brighter and brighter, turning from red to pure white, completely shattering the darkness and fading away in an instant.
"Huh." Xia Feng sat up suddenly, gasping for air. He actually dreamed of a terrible fire, and before the fire came, he fell into a coma due to inhaling too much smoke in his sleep.
, I can only wait vaguely and desperately for the flames to spread, just like the previous times when ghosts pressed into bed, I knew I was dreaming, but I wanted to break away, but I had no strength and could not control it.
This dream was unusually real, leaving Xia Feng with lingering fears. In addition, he did not feel the presence of the fire, so he sat sluggishly and did not come back to his senses for a long time.
As his rapidly beating heart gradually stabilized, Xia Feng gathered his energy and remembered that he was working on his graduation thesis in the all-night reading room of the school's comprehensive library. He laughed at himself: "I have been living this irregular late night life in the past few days. No wonder
It would be such a real nightmare."
But when Xia Feng looked in front of him and was about to pack up the reference books and go back to the dormitory, a strange and unimaginable scene hit his mind like a giant hammer, leaving him stunned and blank.
There is no longer a beautiful wooden desk in the library in front of me, no messy piles of reference books, no drafts of papers ready to be typed into the computer, there is only a dark blanket with tattered and fluffy edges, and this blanket is covering me.
On the body.
The place where I sit is not a library chair, but a narrow wooden bed.
"This is where?!"
Although Xia Feng was a bit introverted and shy and didn't react quickly enough, at this time, he discovered all kinds of things that were wrong: even if there was a real fire and he was sent to the hospital, it didn't look like a hospital!
His heart tightened, he looked around hurriedly, and hurriedly stood up to the side as if by reflex.
As soon as he stepped on the ground, Xia Feng felt a burst of extreme weakness and dizziness. His feet were weak and he was about to fall down.
Xia Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand and propped himself up on the bed to steady himself. His face was pale and he was restless. With this sudden glance, he had already completely looked around him.
A dilapidated, narrow hut. In addition to the wooden bed next to it, there is only a wooden table that may fall apart at any time, two stools that are still in good condition, and a crate with holes.
On the other side of the crumbling wooden door, there is a stove whose original color cannot be seen and an earthen pot hanging on the stove. The firewood under the stove has been extinguished for an unknown period of time, and no heat is emitted.
Everything was so unfamiliar, Xia Feng couldn't tell where he was at all, and the constant feeling of weakness made Xia Feng's mind confused:
"Where is this?!"
"My body feels like I just had a serious illness, which is very similar to how I felt when my pneumonia just disappeared when I was in high school."
…
Countless thoughts echoed in his mind, but Xia Feng had never encountered such an extremely strange thing. His somewhat introverted personality made him not know what to do next, and a deep panic quickly fermented.
The only thing worthy of gratitude is that nothing nasty appeared, allowing Xia Feng to take a few deep breaths as a habit and slowly calm down his panic. At this time, shouts came from far outside the hut:
"The witches are being burned! The church is going to burn the witches!"
"Everyone, go quickly!"
"Burn that damn evil witch!"
The two completely opposite emotions of fear and excitement were clearly revealed in the strange accent. Xia Feng was interrupted and panicked. He became curious and muttered to himself: "Witch? What kind of world is here?"
As an adult who loves novels, a bad premonition vaguely arose in Xia Feng's heart. But before he could think about it, there was a clang, and the poor shabby wooden door was knocked open by someone. A boy of twelve or thirteen years old
Rushed in.
"Brother Lucien..." The boy with short brown hair and wearing a knee-length linen jacket was surprised and surprised when he saw Xia Feng standing beside the bed, "Are you awake?"
Xia Feng looked at the clothes that were different from the modern style, nodded numbly, and a ridiculous idea came to his mind: "Lucien, witch, church, burned to death, could it be that I really traveled through time, and I still traveled through time?"
The Dark Ages of Witch Hunting in Europe’s Middle Ages?”
Things always develop in a bad direction. Murphy's Law coldly reminds Xia Feng. The boy's hair color and the dirty old linen clothes he wears all confirm this. As for the language the boy speaks, Xia Feng's body instinctively
He can understand it and seems to be able to use it, but he is still far away from a linguist and cannot tell which language it is.
The little boy with a few black and gray stains on his face was not surprised to see that Xia Feng was absent-minded: "My mother always refused to believe me. She would cry secretly in the middle of the night until her eyes were swollen, and she kept talking about poor little Evans.
Just like Brother Lucien, you have been buried in the cemetery."
"Dad was so quarreled that he couldn't help it. Early in the morning, he asked the bad boy of the Simon family to deliver a message to Sir Wayne's manor, asking his brother to find a way to come back. He was already a trainee knight squire, and the doctors of the Shantang would not dare to do anything to him.
Stand by the ridiculous, ridiculous price.”
When talking about his brother who became a trainee knight squire, the little boy raised his chin slightly, feeling sincerely proud.
"But it's okay now. They lost. I was right. Brother Lucien, how could anything happen to you?"
As he spoke, he took Xia Feng's arm: "Let's go, Brother Lucien, go to the church square to see the witch burning, the abominable witch who caused you to be arrested and interrogated by the church guards all night!"
Coinciding with a big change, Xia Feng just wanted to think about his life quietly. He didn't want to follow this little boy to join in the fun, and directly burning a living person was something that Xia Feng, who claimed to be fairly kind, couldn't accept.
, since he was powerless to stop it, it was better not to witness it, but the little boy's last words shocked Xia Feng: "Is this witch involved with me?"
So Xia Feng changed his mind, suppressed his surprise, let the little boy hold him, and stumbled towards Aderang Church.
Along the way, Xia Feng took the opportunity to look at the people heading to Adejan Church.
The weather is relatively warm. Men basically wear linen tops with short narrow sleeves, trousers of the same color and heelless shoes. Women wear boring single long skirts. There is often a large pocket sewn on the skirt. What they have in common is that they are simple and shabby.
.
Most of them have brown hair and brown eyes mixed with blonde hair, red hair, black hair, blue eyes, red eyes, blue eyes, etc. The facial features are profound and very three-dimensional.
"Is it really the Middle Ages?" Xia Feng looked at himself, wearing the same linen jacket, the same trousers, and the same heelless shoes.
Not long after leaving the dilapidated, low-rise slum area, I saw a small but solemn church with a tall semi-circular vault, a huge white cross nailed to it, and very narrow windows below.
There were already many people surrounding the square. The little boy pulled Xia Feng to the left and right, squeezing forward, causing many people to look at him angrily. However, because this was a church square, they did not dare to beat these two.
asshole.
After squeezing for a while, Xia Feng suddenly realized that he had already squeezed to the front level.
There was a wooden cross in the center of the square, with a pale, rather beautiful twenty-year-old woman in black robe tied to it.
The surrounding people would throw stones, wood, saliva, etc. they brought with them at the black-robed woman from time to time, and the sound of curses was mixed together:
"Smash you to death, you damn witch."
"You, a witch, are hiding in our Aderang District and you must be trying to kill us!"
"My poor little Tracy died of illness a few months ago. It must have been done by you, the evil witch! Oh, my poor little Tracy..."
…
Occasionally being hit, the woman in black robe tightly closed her thin pale lips and did not let out a groan of pain, but looked at the people standing on the steps of the church like a statue.
The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a broad white robe with gold trim, a white soft hat, and a circular badge with a white cross on it. He watched quietly without speaking, solemnly and solemnly, and behind him
There were several men and women in white robes standing there, clean and tidy, with rosy faces, in sharp contrast to the poverty and squalor in the square.
Behind these men in white robes, stood a row of guards wearing silver-gray chainmail, looking very powerful.
The middle-aged man took out something like a pocket watch and looked at it. Seeing that it was almost time, he took a step forward and held up the circular badge with one hand.
Suddenly, the angry, hateful, and noisy people in the square suddenly fell silent, all at the same time.
The only sound left in the whole square was the sound of wind blowing clothes.
Xia Feng was very surprised. Even in modern times, it would take at least several months of training to achieve this level of obedience and conditioned reflexes. But these ordinary people, who seemed to be poor people, could actually do it? What power made it possible?
They can do it?
The middle-aged man held up the badge, and his voice was not loud but it spread throughout the square: "Poor sinner, you are deceived by the devil and want to gain evil power. Your body and soul are full of filth. Only the Holy Light can purify you.
, this is both the Lord’s punishment and the Lord’s gift, and it is the Lord’s tolerance towards the lost lamb.”
"Burn her to death, burn her to death!" The surrounding poor people shouted loudly, sparsely at first, and then uniformly.
The confusing and fanatical scene made Xia Feng shudder. If anyone knew that he had traveled through time, the next person to be burned would be Lucien, whose soul had been occupied by the evil devil.
"Before purifying you, the tolerant and merciful Lord asked me to ask you one more question: Are you willing to repent? Sincere repentance will allow your soul to be completely purified and enter the heaven where the Lord is." The middle-aged man said gently and compassionately.
asked.
The woman in black robe suddenly laughed crazily, with a sharp and harsh voice: "I am pursuing the truth of magic, not the God of truth. Burn me to death. I will watch the destruction of this sinful kingdom in the flames, and watch this gorgeous
The church collapsed."
"madman!"
"How evil!"
"The bishop's kindness actually resulted in a curse. These wizards who were blinded by the devil really deserve to die!"
"Burn her to death!"
The bishop said nothing, but many poor people around him fell into a hoarse madness.
For the first time in his life, Xia Feng was in a fanatical and unreasonable atmosphere. After being shocked, he couldn't help but think: "Medieval Europe was really dangerous!"
"But how can we burn her to death without a pile of wood?"
Although he had pity and intolerance for the black-robed woman, Xia Feng did not dare to make any move, otherwise he could be killed by one person and one stone.
The bishop prayed a few words, and his voice became louder, louder and without any emotion: "Sinner, then you will go to hell under the purification of the holy light."
The middle cross badge in his hand suddenly burst into bright light, so brilliant that Xia Feng's eyes were filled with nothing but white.
The bishop was like holding a small sun in his hand, solemn, majestic and sacred. Everyone, including the little boy beside Xia Feng, lowered their heads and prayed and praised quietly.
The light gathered and shot towards the blue sky. When it reached the height of the vault, the light returned and fell, hitting the torture rack.
Red flames ignited from the ground, as tall as a person, and surrounded the black-robed woman.
She laughed crazily and cursed crazily:
"I will watch in flames the destruction of this sinful kingdom."
"I will watch this beautiful church collapse in flames."
"I will watch you perish forever in the flames!"
…
The screams and screams were heard endlessly, and the woman in black robe was burned to ashes along with the torture rack.
Xia Feng fell into a daze when the badge burst out with dazzling light:
"This is not medieval Europe..."
"This is a world of true magic and magic!"
"My name is Lucien..."
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