[Quick Transmigration] Running straight on the road to death

Changming (8)

When night comes, the Holy See is ready for everything.

The place is in the middle of the square of daily pilgrimage, an avenue paved by bonfires, preparing to welcome his master.

The holy son walked to the front of the road, and the maid who supported him consciously backed away from both sides. There was no one to help him. He was wearing the most holy sacrificial clothes, and the heavy hem of the clothes dragged to the ground, making a slight rubbing sound.

There were also small voices in his ear, which he couldn't hear clearly. A road was paved directly under his feet, so he just walked straight forward without turning back.

After walking through this section of the road, the Holy Son stepped on the first staircase.

This is the altar.

A huge bonfire was burning on the altar, and everyone knew very well the usefulness of that fire. It would wash away sins and dedicate the best people in the world to the Lord God.

That is the Son, who is the faith of the people and who is ready to sacrifice for this faith.

Accompanied by many fiery gazes, Jiang Wuyan stepped up the last step.

Presumably he is not very far away from the brazier now, and he can already feel the blazing heat.

Archbishop Chris supported him and slowly led him to a higher place.

"Soon, everything will be over." In a place where no one was paying attention, he whispered to the Son, "The Lord God will not possess you. Soon, everything about you will return to you."

Jiang Wuyan didn't care about his nervousness, but agreed with that sentence very much, indeed, it will be over soon.

He was supported by Chris onto the wooden ledge, which was almost level with the moon.

The lustrous moonlight covered his whole body, and under this holy light curtain, the archbishop read the sacrificial speech.

The sound of reciting in the ear pierced the dullness, and the Holy Son knew that after reading these boring and fooling things, he would also jump down from the tower and end everything.

The time to wait for death is very long, but in fact, it is not that long. When the archbishop finished speaking, all the onlookers in the audience, including the cardinals, knelt down one after another and prayed for the Lord God. It was time for Jiang Wuyan to jump down. time.

He should have jumped.

The Holy Son took two steps forward and walked to the edge of the high platform. As long as he went out a little bit, he would die as everyone wished.

Like his birth, his preferences, his character, his friends.

His whole life has been carried out as the people expected, and now he will die like that.

A feeling of unwillingness was slowly brewing in Shengzi's heart, so it was obvious that he could end it with one step, but he couldn't take this step no matter what.

There is no need to step out at all.

Jiang Wuyan stood there, motionless.

If he wanted to die, he would have to die despite all kinds of difficulties. If he didn't want to die, he might not be able to compromise even if Lao Tzu Yama came to his door.

Not to mention these ordinary people who held on to their illusory beliefs, Jiang Wuyan tore his clothes and wanted to get down from the tower the same way.

Before turning around, a loud questioning voice was raised from the crowd, the target was not him, but those ignorant people.

"What are you doing!" It was Rose's anxious voice, accompanied by his hurried footsteps, Jiang Wuyan heard the footsteps coming towards him, aggressive and loud, probably resolved along the way Many saints.

He walked through the aisle that the Son of God walked through, stepped on the altar that the Son of God stepped on, and finally pushed the archbishop away and went up to the wooden tower.

Jiang Wuyan just stood there and waited for him, waiting for him to pass five levels and kill six generals, and come towards him.

Someone shouted in the audience, "Someone hijacked the Holy Son!"

There is also the sound of countless swords and iron objects being drawn out of their sheaths.

Ross stopped Jiang Wuyan's shoulder and stood beside him.

It doesn't feel bad.

Jiang Wuyan thought, it's not too bad now.

When they got off the wooden tower, someone stopped them, it was the archbishop.

The Archbishop asked the Son, "Where else are you going?"

Jiang Wuyan took Rose's hand as a matter of course, "Come with him."

"You can't go away." The archbishop told him, "Even if God spares you, you can't go away."

Jiang Wuyan didn't stop, and his purpose from the beginning has not changed much compared to now.

Rose also ignored the archbishop's words, holding him with one hand, and pulling out the dagger at his waist with the other.

He thought there would be a fierce battle, because the surrounding guards had surrounded him, but when they made a move, Chris suddenly stopped him.

"Get out of the way." The archbishop raised his hand and said, "The Lord God is watching from the sky, so you don't need to take action."

There was something in his words, the soldier thought for a moment, and put down his sword truthfully.

Jiang Wuyan led Ross to take a step forward, and they automatically made way for them.

Even if a child of God commits a crime, he is still a child of God. No one dares to do anything to him, and even very few dare to follow him. They only dare to follow and peek.

Jiang Wuyan led Rose out of the hall and out of the Holy See in such a majestic way. Just before his feet were about to step out of the door, his footsteps lost strength and he fell down.

Almost without warning, Rose caught his limp body and immediately panicked.

"What's going on! What's going on!" He shouted anxiously.

"...Maybe it's time." Jiang Wuyan's eyes were dark, and he thought of the bowl of porridge he drank in the morning. It was boiled just right and exuded a tempting fragrance.

The result is doomed when you drink it, and it is meaningless to struggle now.

He told Rose, "I'm leaving."

"You shouldn't come." He said, "When you come, you have to watch me go, feel distressed, and cry. It's like this every time. It's not fair to you."

Rose's head was buried on his neck, and he was breathing heavily, trying to pick him up, "Let's go to the doctor."

Jiang Wuyan stopped him naturally, "It's useless, you just need to say a few more words with me, I only have this little time, you can accompany me for a while."

Ross had no choice but to put him down, knowing in his heart what the result of waiting for Jiang Wuyan would be, but he was powerless to face it.

"Okay, okay, although I can't see, you can't just cry." Jiang Wuyan touched his face and wiped away the water stains around his eyes with his fingers.

He said, "What does the man look like crying, I'm not dead yet, be tough, don't be afraid."

"Hey, don't be afraid." He said, "I will find you no matter what, and be with you. If it doesn't work in this life, we'll go to the next life. If it doesn't work in the next life, then the next life."

"No matter what you become, a child, a young man, a bandit, a general, even if I can't see it, it doesn't matter, I can still recognize you, and then we will be together for the rest of our lives."

Rose just hugged him tightly, without saying a word.

He didn't want to agree, so even if there were thousands of lifetimes and countless different endings, it wouldn't be like now, with people in his arms, but he would never be able to hug him again.

He dragged on to answer, but Jiang Wuyan didn't have much time left to spend with him, barely holding his last breath, his tone gradually weakened, "I can't see you here, I can't see anything, actually I want to see Look at you, your eyes are the most beautiful, and when we meet next time, I will definitely look at you and kiss your eyes."

Rose stroked his face, realized that he was struggling in pain, shook his lips twice, and said hoarsely, "It's a deal."

"It's a deal." Jiang Wuyan stretched out his little finger, and the two hooked each other.

Cold and warm fingers intertwined, after the vow was made, Jiang Wuyan's little finger fell down, losing control of his master.

Rose held that hand and kept holding it until it became cold and hard, and it could not be warmed anyway, before crossing it back in front of the Son's belly.

The Holy Son's gorgeous sacrificial attire has not been taken off yet, his eyes are closed tightly, waiting for the awakening of God.

Rose kissed him on the lips, failed to wake him up, had to hug him.

There was a huge noise from the Holy See behind him, and people kept running out of it, and the flames lit up half the sky. Rose looked back and felt that the red color was so eye-catching.

It is so beautiful that people want to find out.

As if bewitched, he picked up the Holy Son in his arms, walked against the crowd, and walked into the fire curtain.

The blazing flames engulfed him, engulfing all ignorance, loyalty, hypocrisy, and love inside.

Fire will burn everything and everything will start anew.

I don't know how long it took, the clouds gradually thickened, and suddenly, the last snow of this winter floated in the sky.

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