blood of cain

1.rose cross coffin

The fragrance entered the nose, and the brain nerves were instantly invaded.

He slowly opened his eyes, but the darkness did not change.

He tried to move his stiff neck, and the soft petals gently stroked his cheeks.

Taking a deep breath, although the mind is in chaos, the body seems to be able to act independently.

Slowly stretch out your hand and push it forward.

crunch————

The faint light pierced through the gap, and he frowned. The sudden intrusion of light made him uncomfortable, so he quickly closed his eyes, and only opened them again after he got used to it.

He took a step forward, moved his stiff limbs, and suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping.

I was startled, and felt something disgusting flying over!

Looking up, he saw a mass of black shadows covering the sky, he squatted down quickly, and hugged his head tightly!

It wasn't until the sound of flapping wings disappeared that he raised his head cautiously, and he was relieved when he saw the empty sky above.

Patting off the dust on his body, he stood up straight again and looked forward.

This is a dark and huge altar.He squinted his eyes, trying to see the appearance of the altar, but he couldn't see anything except the dim candles burning.

Standing there hesitantly, he wasn't sure what was ahead.

So he turned his head and looked behind him, and when he saw this, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Where he walked out just now, there was clearly a coffin standing upright.

It is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, which seems to be tailor-made. Under the dim yellow candlelight, the purple paint glows with a deep silver light.

And inside the coffin, it is covered with gorgeous red roses, which are so delicate and charming, with crystal dew still hanging on the petals, with the fragility of the morning, but enchanting, it makes people feel so hopelessly beautiful.

He stared blankly, and suddenly, there was a crunch—bang—

The lid of the coffin closed automatically!

He was so frightened that his legs became weak, he backed away in a panic, his legs fought, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

On the low-key and gorgeous coffin, a huge upside-down cross was painted, scarlet, dim, and eerie.

The fear in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, he struggled to get up, and stepped back without hesitation!

Unexpectedly, stepping on the air with one step, it rolled straight down!

He was lying on the ground dying, unable to move, panting for a long time, finally relieved, and slowly propped up his arms to get up.

But the soreness all over his body made him grin his teeth, and he staggered several times before finally getting up.

He swayed back and forth, finally gaining a foothold in the end.He patted the dust off his body and looked up.

2.bloody cross on forehead

This is an oval altar.The man looked up at the place where he fell, shocked in his heart.

The almost right-angled stairs stand tall.

And when he rolled down there just now, there was only a slight soreness.

He rubbed the strained leg muscles, shook his legs, and walked back step by step.

This elliptical altar is surrounded by towering walls, and the conical walls seem to be gathered above the head.

The distance is too far to distinguish clearly, only candles are quietly burning on the surrounding walls.

Each step seems to correspond to a ring of candles around the wall.Countless candles are inlaid on it, forming a strange and grand scene.

The man repeated the same steps, and the surrounding pictures also stayed on the dim candles.

The faint light from circles of candles dazzled his eyes.He rubbed his eyes and continued to go up.

Slowly moving up, his sight gradually widened.

The scene above the altar gradually appeared.He saw a large oil painting of figures.

But it was impossible to distinguish clearly in the haze, only the vague outline of a human figure.

When he got closer, he realized that the painting was just behind the Rose Cross coffin, hanging high on the wall.

A huge|realistic oil painting.

He looked at the portrait and couldn't take his eyes off it.

It was a man.The man sits on a European-style imperial armchair.

The man has a pair of shocking eyes, so affectionate and so indifferent.

Under the night-like long hair, the deep blue is like the most distant ocean, rippling with unpredictable light.

Some people say that blue eyes and blond hair make you an angel, but black hair makes you a devil.

This man is probably a demon, the despair and evil aura in his body make people tremble.

The man in the painting has a pale face, gorgeous lips, and slightly long bangs covering one eye.

The man lightly raised his right hand, resting his elbow on the armrest, holding a goblet in his hand.

The liquid in the cup was dark red and dark, like blood that had been deposited for a long time.

His slender hands are wrapped in snow-white gloves, and the cuffs and neckline of the piping shirt are exquisite and elegant, perfectly setting off his tall and straight body.

He was covered with a black windbreaker, not only did he not look thin, but his broad shoulders and chest made people feel even more.

Such an excellent man, but his face is pale, his lips are almost strangely gorgeous, and the slightly hooked corners of his lips seem to be full of indescribable sarcasm.

And these, when he saw the man's forehead, seemed to be unimportant.

He stared dumbfounded, then rubbed his eyes vigorously, hoping he was just dazzled.

He saw that under the thick bangs, there was an obvious blood scar on the man's forehead.

An upside-down, blood-red, cross seemed to be carved on it abruptly.

Surrounding the cross are traces of skin|skin tearing, which also look like traces of burning.

The blood seems to have accumulated in it for hundreds of millions of years, and it is deeply savvy.That pattern, like a curse.

He looked at the pattern and shook his head.

He felt very sorry that such a peerless beauty was actually cursed.

Thinking about it, he involuntarily touched his forehead with his hand.The body stiffened instantly.

He couldn't believe it and continued to touch until he confirmed it.He had to admit that he seemed to feel the same thing on his forehead.Inverted cross.He struggled in his heart: God, don't make such jokes with me!

But as soon as he raised his hand, he saw the evidence, the rolled cuffs, he looked down at his chest, the neckline was still rolled.The only clothes on her body were exactly the same as the person in the painting!

3.rose diamond ring

The man froze for a long time before accepting the fact that he was a dead man, a dead and cursed man.

Rose's cross coffin and huge portrait all showed his identity, he must be a person of high status.And here is his tomb.

My mind was in chaos and I couldn't think too much.It seems that it has been paused for a long time, and it is a bit overwhelming to use the brain again.The man inadvertently approached the oil painting and reached out to caress the picture.

My mind is still trying to sort out my thoughts.But the body suddenly paused and turned around abruptly.

On the left middle finger of the person in the painting, a diamond ring in the shape of a rose exudes light!The black light is strange but seductive.

Like a gorgeous and decadent girl in the dark night, watching her prey dangerously.

Surprised, he touched it with his fingers disobediently.

The rose ring is real!

The man was a little scared. In the ancient tomb, it seemed that these key things could not be taken, because they were often the mechanism for destroying everything.

But there is a strong desire in my heart: take it off, it belongs to me.

This body must have been unused for a long time, and now it can no longer be controlled by the brain freely. When he recovered from the trance, he found that the rose ring had already quietly stayed in his hand.

The man raised his left hand and looked at it over and over again. The rose ring seemed to have magical powers, faintly shining bloody light in the darkness, and the traces seemed to be the blood rushing in the veins.

The magical and weird light bewitched him to take it away.Suddenly, a few letters came into view.

He retracted his left hand in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.

It was an English word, the letters were simple, but the font was very complicated.A mosaic of roses too small to be recognized: Cain.

Cain.

Meaning: get.

In the Bible, Cain was the first kinslayer.

Under the extreme dissatisfaction with his brother and God, he killed his brother.He was finally cursed by the wrath of God.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the forehead of the person in the oil painting, that blood-red, dark, and gloomy cross, the surrounding texture was all torn, it looked so horrible.

There was a chill down his spine and his hair stood on end. The connection of all these made him feel terrified.Although he has no memory, he is sure that he has never committed a crime, and he does not have the slightest remorse or guilt in his heart.

He just understood that he didn't do anything wrong before his death, but everything in front of him showed that the legendary Cain was him.By the time a man digests this message, everything has already begun to change.

The rose ring was taken out, the oil painting started to move, and the altar was instantly shaken violently!

He swayed and staggered, unable to find a support point, and was shaken dizzily under the strong turbulence.The ground was like a huge wave in madness, undulating layer by layer, and the man was like a sailboat without support in the wild wave, he could only drift with the current.

When he was suffering, the ground behind him suddenly cracked, and the black hole was like a devil's mouth, and the cold air was eerie.

His spirit has been extremely tortured in the turbulence, and finally he can't control the balance of his body.

He slipped and fell into the darkness.

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PS: I can’t climb, we walked out, and I asked why I woke up suddenly, you can understand that Xiaoyin hasn’t vented|vented for a long time, so I woke up==||