The vest magic changes the earth

chapter80

"Hey, ma'am, don't move, it's not for sale, don't touch it." Someone behind said.

Mary was sure no one was there when she came in.And listening to this person's voice belonged to an adult male, the hole they drilled into, it was very difficult for an adult to come in.

She felt that she was really unlucky, and there were always unknown monsters behind her back.

The man came up to them, and Mary noticed that he had no footsteps.

It was a man who looked to be in his thirties, good-looking, with slightly gray sideburns, which brought a mysterious beauty.

Mary and her friends watched the man warily.

He didn't know when he appeared, and he didn't know when he came here, and he walked quietly.He was wearing a dark brown woolen coat, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking like a retro gentleman.

"Don't be so scared." The mysterious man smiled helplessly, "I'm considered a good person. Today I just... came out to meet my old friend."

Mary followed his gaze and saw that he was gazing at the apparition of an angel in the light.

His eyes are hidden behind the lens, and he can't see clearly, but it feels deep and deep, as if some incomprehensible nostalgia is surging.

The man walked up to the angel and sighed softly.

She was a little confused for a moment, not knowing what was going on, but at the same time, the curiosity and longing for the mysterious world also tormented her in her heart, like a cat's paw scratching.

He doesn't look like a bad guy, Mary thought to herself, "Sir, what's going on, is there something behind us just now, where is this angel?"

The man sighed, sounding a little helpless: "Curiosity is not a good habit. And, lady, you should deal with your legs first."

He pointed at Mary's calf, which had been pierced by a wooden thorn, and he never took his eyes off the angel while speaking.

Mary was still not reconciled, and she continued to ask: "Is he an angel, why did he become like this? What about you, who are you?" She thought to herself, this man might be one of those strange people hiding in the dark in the novel , like Van Helsing.

Following her questioning, the sound of pattering rain and sparse thunder gradually came from outside.

The man finally pulled his attention back from the angel, he looked very helpless: "It's raining, and the wound is easy to be infected when it is exposed to water."

"As for who I am..." he said flatly, "Many years ago, I had a name, Lucien Simmons."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of thunder and lightning flashed in, instantly reflecting the entire dark interior of the church white, half of his face was in the thunder and half in the darkness, and the light cast light and shadow on his face, showing his expression It was cold and dark.

That flash of lightning also split into Mary's brain like lightning, and she felt that the name was very familiar when she first heard it.

Just now she remembered, trembling all over, the name "Lucen Simmons" belonged to the friend who killed him in this church more than 100 years ago, held a black mass ceremony, and the unwilling soul wandered in the thunderstorm Crazy aristocrats! !

Mary felt a steady flow of fear that could not be suppressed in her heart. She started to feel cold from her fingers, and this coldness spread upwards crazily, making her whole body tremble and her back feel cold.

She looked at the other's dark face, and heard the trembling sound of her teeth interlocking.

Mary remembered that she did not seem to have heard any footsteps.

A wandering soul who died for a hundred years was a perverted lunatic who killed his friends and believed in a cult. He has been wandering here.

Just by imagining it, she felt eerie.

Her friend let out a scream, and Mary felt cold. She was afraid that her friend would stimulate|stimulate this wandering spirit. At present, the other party has no intention of hurting them, but if the current delicate balance is broken, it will not be It's easy to say.

Mary saw in horror that the other raised his hand.

The ghost reached out to her side and took out her cell phone.

Mary blinked blankly.

The other party sighed again, took out her mobile phone from her pants pocket, and called the emergency number for her.

"You..." she observed the person carefully, "are you...that...?"

"If you mean the Lu Sien Simmons who died about 100 years ago, I am indeed." Lu Si En smiled helplessly, and he felt that he sighed a lot today.

"Then you've...uh...I mean passed away...why did you show up in..."

Lu Sien stretched out his fingers and shook them in front of them: "I'm indeed dead. In this state, I'm like a dandelion flower that is about to ripen."

When the time of maturity comes, the breeze blows, and it dissipates.

"As for him," Lu Sien turned his head to look at his friend, the angel who was killed by him, with gentle and helpless eyes: "This is just the phantom he left in the world. He left me a The sword, there is his projection on that sword."

"Then, Mr. Lu Sien, do you have any unfinished wishes for staying here? Do you know the legends about you?" The friend asked curiously.

Perhaps because she felt that Mr. Ghost had a gentle temperament and didn't seem to want to hurt them, she boldly raised the question.

"I probably know a little bit, it's exaggerated." Lu Sien touched his chin, "But most of it was spread by me, just to make people less close to this church."

"Why?"

"Because a friend of mine passed away forever. This is where he left. I want to keep it as a souvenir, so that I don't forget the morality he fulfilled in the end." Lu Sien replied.

Mary felt his shoulders bend slightly as he said this, as if under heavy pressure.

But that Mr. Simmons continued in that gentle and relaxed tone: "He was the first person to recognize me and saved my life. So I owe him too much, There is no way, if you owe other money, you have to repay the debt, this is a predestined rule. I will fulfill his unfulfilled righteousness for him."

Mary didn't know how to answer the words for a moment. She didn't understand what this man meant, but she could feel the weight on his body.The atmosphere cooled down quickly, and they looked at each other.The old church was quiet, only the noise of rain falling on the ground could be heard outside.

This Lu Sien, who had been dead for many years, was quite at ease. From the moment he appeared, he showed a sense of calm when facing the two little girls.

"It's time for adults to come too, children, don't be so rash next time." He waved at the two little girls and turned around.

Now it's time for me and my old friend to stay quietly for a while, Lu Sien looked at Metatron's peaceful face immersed in the light, and thought, this is really the last time, after he killed his friend Seeing him again for the first time.

The current him cannot be said to be the original Lucien Simmons, but more like a fixed will left behind.After his death, Lu Sien left him in this place where his life had been changed, waiting to complete his final mission for him.When the mission is over, he will disappear.

It's finally over, Lu Si'en thought, otherwise, if a person wanders here for more than 100 years, even with a will, he will be very lonely.

Mary suddenly thought of the stone tablet with the same words on the beams of light: "Wait, Mr. Simmons, do those 22 beams of light have anything to do with you?"

"Yeah, I built them, and I have been waiting for the day when the Kabbalah 22 path will be lit up. I can't die if I don't see that day."

"You are really powerful, those 22 beams of light have protected the earth." Mary said with admiration.

"No, if it weren't for the sword left by my friend, I would have died a long time ago. All of you should be grateful to him."

He replied with a smile: "Besides, I would also like to thank you. The remnants of evil followed you to this church, which inspired the brilliance of the holy sword left by Metatron, so that I could still Meet him."

"leave?"

"It's time for the dandelion to ripen, and the wind blows, so it's useless to stay."

Mary saw that the figure of Lucien Simmons was gradually fading, as if it was constantly blending into the air.

With his hands in his pockets and relaxed expression, he gazed at his angelic friend with a smile on his lips.

"Go open that slate if you have any questions. I put everything I need to explain inside." He waved at them and disappeared.

The phantom of the angel is still sleeping unconsciously, with his eyes closed, his face serene, and light surrounding him.

Mary blinked her eyes, and exchanged glances with her friend, as if immersed in a dream.

Outside the church, the shrill ambulance bell rang.The paramedics pried open the door and rushed in.

They woke up suddenly from this wonderful adventure.

"I'm not dreaming, everything I said is true." Mary emphasized, the girl's voice became a little sharp because of the eagerness.

The person sitting opposite her knocked on the table, wearing a straight uniform: "Of course I know, miss, but this is a necessary procedure. This matter is very important. Not only will I ask you over and over again, but more people will ask you in the future. You keep checking."

The uniformed interrogator got up from his chair, opened the door and walked out.

"The Pope is on his way." The person next to him whispered, "We can't hide it, after all, we saw...an angel."

"What does the Prime Minister mean?"

The Prime Minister regrets it very much now, if he had known that there really was a god, if he had known that there would be demons, if he had known that there really was a transcendence.

Then the Church of England should not be established, let alone confront the Holy See, what kind of religious reforms should be carried out, divorce is a big deal, Henry VI really has no vision at all! !

The country has long turned against the Catholic Church, but who knows how many tricks the Holy See has hidden as the oldest religious institution.

Before when the Elizabeth Tower collapsed, he wrote to the Pope asking for help, and the other party pretended to be stupid with him, asking nothing.Maybe he has a grudge against our country for a long time, waiting for me to beg him, and then blackmail him severely!

This nasty old fox!The prime minister gritted his teeth with hatred.