[Quick Transmigration] Running straight on the road to death

Changming (2)

The hand on the neck didn't exert any force, but just swayed it. Jiang Wuyan moved a bit, but he didn't feel nervous for some reason, and asked calmly, "Why did you kill me?"

The man replied, "You have committed many evil deeds and persecuted the people. It is not I who want to kill you, but God who wants to kill you."

Jiang Wuyan, "Every word and deed I do is God's order, what did I do wrong?"

"you're not wrong?"

"It does not matter."

"You don't want to die?"

"Do not want to."

Arguing any further would be a boring verbal argument. The man chuckled and pulled Jiang Wuyan up from the chair with light strength, and even gave him a hand when he stood up.

"Thank you." Jiang Wuyan withdrew his hand without haste, "Where are you going to take me?"

"I can't say enough about you." The man admitted frankly, "So I will take you to meet our oracle and let you accept my god's judgment."

The Holy Son belongs to the Holy See, and there is only one God in the Holy See. Jiang Wuyan thought about it in his heart, and simply classified this person as a heretic.

The pagan seems to be a patient and gentle person. He took care of the blindness of the Son, opened doors for him to find the way, and held his hand all the time.

It was very quiet outside the door. The sound of footsteps back and forth had disappeared and was replaced by a wet and sticky floor. The Holy Son did not encounter a single obstacle under the leadership of the pagans, or it may have been cleared by him in advance. not allowed.

Jiang Wuyan just followed him with peace of mind, feeling that he was being drawn through the long corridor, opened the four doors, and the air became smoother, with a bit of chill.

The man led Jiang Wuyan into a carriage, opened the thick curtains, and the thin branches of early winter were strewn across the path. He called the coachman to set off, put down the curtains, and turned his eyes to the holy son beside him.

His appearance is like fresh snow, pure and flawless is the portrayal of this person, even with a pair of empty and lifeless eyes, it is still shockingly beautiful.

No wonder all living beings listen to him and believe in him, and the Holy See treats him like a treasure. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a gift from God.

Ross did not hide his gaze, and quickly attracted the other party's attention. Jiang Wuyan touched his cheek and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I think it's better to stop it in time." Rose reached out and twirled a strand of hair around his mouth, "Your face will be scratched, which is a loss."

Jiang Wuyan was stunned for half a second, and asked, "What will happen to me if I go back with you?"

Ross, "Trial, possibly by hanging."

Jiang Wuyan, "Is that better than disfiguring?"

"Not necessarily," Rose said, "but a decent way to kill you."

You're dead, what's the use of being decent?

Jiang Wuyan straightened his posture, thinking to gather some useful information from this person, so he probed with a casual tone, "Thank you for saving my face, what's your name?"

Ross spoke his name to him.

Jiang Wuyan asked, "Ross, where are you going to take me?"

Ross was short, "My organization, Black Chrysalis."

Jiang Wuyan didn't know what a black chrysalis was, but thinking about it with his toes was definitely not a friendly place for him, so he had to struggle to the death and asked Rose, "What is your god?"

Rose raised his eyebrows, looked at him as if he was mentally retarded, and slowly said two words, "Satan."

"That's a demon." Jiang Wuyan was very calm, "Why do you believe in demons?"

"There's no place for me in heaven" Rose looked at him, "Satan is always better in comparison"

Jiang Wuyan said, "Satan is a personal god, you are not suitable, you are not a selfish ghost."

Rose asked with great interest, "You're not me, how do you know I'm not selfish? Everyone is selfish."

Jiang Wuyan lowered his eyes and said, "Maybe you are right."

His words just aroused Rose's interest, and he asked, "You don't refute me?"

"It's not necessary." Jiang Wuyan said, "You want me to refute you?"

"I don't want to." Ross laughed, "I just feel that the Holy Son is not like before, full of hypocrisy and hypocrisy, and persuades people to be good. You are more real now."

"That's your choice, and I have no right to interfere." The Holy Son took his time and poured chicken soup, "My God taught me to respect others, to be first-class in the world, no matter what belief I have, it's the same."

"Your Lord God is so tolerant..."

Rose adjusted his sitting position, and before he could say another sentence, a sharp arrow pierced the side of the car and was firmly fixed on the wall.

Ross subconsciously blocked the Son with his body, opened the curtain and saw that the coachman had fallen to the ground, and there was no one around, only a group of fierce and strong men on the opposite side.

Ross saw that these people were really not easy to mess with, so he hurriedly stood up, wanting to say a few official words first, to round up the situation, but he didn't expect that the other party was quite easy to mess with, he didn't say a word, an arrow shot Has come straight to the door.

He dodged sideways, and suddenly remembered that there was still a person sitting inside, panicked in his heart, and he didn't know where the anxiety came from, so he subconsciously pulled the curtain.

The arrow brushed past Jiang Wuyan's hair, and firmly stuck to the door panel on the other side, narrowly avoiding it.

Rose breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled him out to protect him. He thought it would be safer, but seeing the increasingly greedy eyes of the robbers, he realized something later.

Alluring beauty born in this world is original sin.

The robbers showed greedy eyes, and the leader licked his mouth, and he was about to come forward to arrest people. Jiang Wuyan couldn't see it, but he was aware of the crisis and knew his own weight, so he subconsciously retreated behind Rose.

In the darkness, the people around him held his hand, drew out the dagger, and faced the difficulties.

Jiang Wuyan couldn't see it, but he could clearly feel the strength and temperature of this hand. He was pulled in circles by the owner of the hand, avoiding crisis after crisis, until finally he was knocked out, lost consciousness, and did not let go. opened.

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the cold floor. Jiang Wuyan moved a little, but he didn't feel any discomfort. At least he didn't suffer any skin trauma. The clothes on his body had been changed, not as good as the one he wore before, which was made of very cheap materials .

He tried to stand up and try to explore everything around him: he could touch the wall after a few steps, and there was no other furniture in this room except for the four walls and a door.

Of course the door was locked, Jiang Wuyan pulled it twice but did not open it, and when he heard footsteps outside the door, Ma Liu lay back on the ground and pretended to be unconscious.

There were two people in the footsteps, one was dragging the other, and they walked in a hurry, obviously with personal emotions, and they were angry when they opened the lock, and they threw them in without saying a word.

After he left, Jiang Wuyan tried to touch it. The man on the ground was panting like a dead dog. He had obviously been abused. He couldn't see it. He felt two sticky wounds from his abdomen to his shoulders, and tore off his own cuff. His clothes barely wiped for him.

These two wounds were relatively deep. Although Rose gasped in pain, he didn't say a word. The Holy Son felt his trembling slightly, and stroked his hair as if encouraging.

I don't know what color it is, but the neat short hair sticks to the scalp, and it feels slightly tingling. He misses it in his heart, and he doesn't let go after wiping the wound.

Rose has thin cheeks, slightly sunken eye sockets, a straight nose, and lips that should be in good shape.

It must have been a handsome man, if nothing else, and the Son groped around, drawing conclusions about the heretics.

He continued to grope, but he hadn't come to any useful conclusions, when he suddenly heard the other party's voice, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Thinking about it, I couldn't bear it anymore, and I couldn't pretend anymore.

The author has something to say:

Due to physical factors yesterday, I really couldn’t stand it at night, so I fell asleep holding my phone, sorry for the late post

Thank you sn for mine, even without my reminder, you should go to bed early (*＞??)