The Blood Hourglass

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"Luvian~" Saffrot said anxiously. I gasped. I was slowly getting up from the soft thing below, holding my shoulders, and replied coldly, "It's okay."

But when I straightened up and stood steady, with the ray of light in front of me, I looked at where I was lying just now, and couldn't help but retreat. But this retreat, I forgot that I was on the stairs. Suddenly there was no landing point, and naturally fell backward, so he exclaimed again, "Ah!"

"Luvian!" Saferot called my name again, but at this time he had already stood behind me, holding me in his arms, and I fell securely in his arms, "What's the matter? What happened? ?"

"Look!" I pointed to a pile of things on the ground in front of me.

"The corpse?" He could see clearly through his **** eyes, but from his tone of voice, he seemed to be confused.

"Why? It's weird to have a corpse here?" Although I didn't see it very clearly, I also saw that it was a corpse, but in such a shabby place, there are a few corpses that are not necessarily strange. After all, there are few No one is inhabited, let alone killing and overwhelming, even if it is accidentally to death, no one knows it, so naturally it becomes a corpse lying on the stairs.

"It's not surprising, but I checked it in the morning. There was nothing, but it seems that it has been dead for a long time." Saferot put me aside and stood firm, then stepped forward to check it. Finally, a rope was pulled from the body of the corpse and looked along the rope. The rope was threaded into a beam on the top of the stairs, and the other end stretched along the top wall to the stairs, so we walked downstairs together. I went, just when I met Elende, who was rushing up with a candle, the old priest held the candle to light us, but when it came to Saffrot’s **** eyes, he couldn’t help standing on my side, "Miss, what's going on? Something?"

"Nothing, it's just a corpse." I simply replied, and followed Saferot to continue walking forward, and finally came to the small door at the top of the stairs, and the end was on the door of the small door, one end of the rope. Was tightly nailed to it.

"It turned out to be hanged." I sighed softly and stepped out of the small door. My desire to go to the top of the church was completely destroyed by the sudden appearance of the body.

"Then... What about that corpse?" Allende asked urgently, "I can't just let it go! How can I go upstairs in the future?"

"You don't need to go upstairs!" After Saffrot figured out how the corpse appeared, he stopped taking care of it, followed me out and returned to the hall.

"You... You are so cold-blooded, even if we don't need to go upstairs, we can't leave a corpse like that. It's a big death for people, and it's safe for people to die!" Allende was kind, so he pulled The old priest went to take care of the corpse. The death of the corpse was very strange. A wooden nail was pierced in the chest, but it was not pierced deeply. It seemed that it was bleeding to death. Allende moved the corpse while Observe.

"Master, he wears clothes like yours, no, he wears the same clothes as you used to." Allende is a very lively child, and his mouth is rarely free.

"Well, if you guessed right, he should be the master bishop here, but I don't know why he died here." The old priest sighed, wrapping the corpse in the original robe, and carrying the corpse out of the hall. Go.

"This method of death..." As they walked past us carrying the corpse, my eyes fell on the wooden peg, and I couldn't help but doubt.

"Where are you going to move it?" Saffrot didn't say anything, but stepped forward to block the two brothers and sisters.

"Of course it was moved outside for burial, so I can't keep it on the stairs!" Allend looked up at Saffrott puzzled.

"How are you going to be buried?" Saffron pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a strange look in his eyes.

"A burial is a burial, so what else?" Allende said unhappily, ignored him, bypassed him and moved the body out with the old priest. Saffrot turned around and looked at their going out coldly, and shook his head, "human short"

"How do you hope?" I naturally sighed why, but I didn't make it clear, just asked casually.

"It's nothing, it has nothing to do with me." As he said, he turned and sat on the bench beside him, and I sat on his back, back to back with him, nothing to say.

"What does your master want me to do? Still alive?" It was really boring, so I just asked casually.

"I don't know." As a result, his answer only made me more boring. I couldn't help but spit out some words, "What else do you know."

"I know what my name is, and what your name is, isn't that enough?" As a result, his cold and arrogant tone sounded again, but it was only once again that he was no longer him.

"Humph! It's enough for you now. It's not a good thing for a servant to know more." I didn't want to hear his strangeness anymore, so I got up and walked out the door, maybe the master and disciple More interesting.

When they walked out of the church door, they were not in front of the door. They thought they should have gone to the back of the church. After all, no one would like to have a tomb in the doorway. Thinking about this, I walked around the stone wall of the church to the dark place behind. Under such scorching sun, the dark side looked even more dim and cold.

But the two behind them were sweating profusely. At this time, the tomb had been dug down to the depth of a calf. Allend was standing in the tomb, and the old priest stood on it and smashed the dirt that Allend had lifted up.

"Miss Luvian, right?" Allende asked triumphantly when he saw me approaching, raised his head and smiled at me.

"Yeah." I didn't want them to know, but in the end I still knew. Some things are really beyond the control of individuals.

"Is the lady here to see this gentleman off?" The old priest raised his eyes and looked at me gently. I just cracked my mouth slightly at him, took a step forward, stood next to the corpse, and looked at the hand exposed from the robe. It was as dry as bone, but there was no sign of decay. "Funeral? No need."

"What does the young lady say? Why can't I understand?" the old priest asked puzzled.

"I suggest you use cremation." I turned to them and said, "The only way to do this is..."

"Cremation? How is it possible? It is disrespect to the dead! Absolutely not!" The old priest resolutely interrupted my suggestion, and then educates me very earnestly, "Miss, whether it is the living or the dead, You must have enough respect for him, so that you will be respected by others. Even if the other party goes to heaven one day, he will pray for you and let you go to him one day."

"Huh! Heaven? Forget it, such a place is not suitable for me." Since they didn't accept my suggestion, it was useless for me to say anything, so I turned back sadly.

"Miss!" Allende suddenly called.

"What's the matter?" I just stopped, but didn't look back.

"What's wrong with your shoulder? There seems to be blood." Allende vaguely saw a dark red, after all, I was wearing a black dress at this time.

"It's okay, it's just a bruise." I didn't explain much. After all, these have nothing to do with them. Knowing more will only get into more trouble. I stepped forward to the main entrance of the church. From inside and everywhere, from front to back, there was really nothing to see in this church. So when I came to the door, I said to the people inside, "Hurry!"

"You can?" Saferot flashed and stood in front of me with unbelief on his face.

"Yes." I nodded, turned and walked out, he just followed me, I step by step, everyone is not walking too fast, but at least we are moving forward instead of staying in that boring little Playing language games in the church, stab each other.

"Forget it, let me hug you away!" After a few hours of walking, I obviously felt tired, so the speed of double replacement was much slower. He finally couldn't stand it behind him, and he said.

"No." I didn't want to nest in his arms, sniffing his taste, but what he said was a completely strange and ruthless language, so I tried my best to speed up my feet.

"I'm doing it for your own good." But this little acceleration of mine seemed meaningless to him.

"You don't need to be so kind, I don't know you." I kept stepping forward, hoping to get him a step or two away.

"But I know you!" He grabbed my hand, and I only felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, so I cried, "Ah!"

"What's the matter?" He asked in a puzzled way, but as soon as the words were spoken, he understood, and he quickly let go of his hand, "Did you get your wound? How?"

"Oh, the wound may be open." He frowned and stretched his hand to my shoulder. In fact, he had cut a hole when he was taking the bullet, so he just gently put the clothes on. You can see the condition of the wound by pulling a thread away.

"It's not your fault." I pushed away his hand, stood aside, and checked the wound by myself. It seemed that the wound was really open this time. It was really troublesome. I couldn't help but frowned.

"Yes, it's your fault." As a result, his face suddenly became cold, and he picked me up and dashed forward.

"You..." Under such a raging fire, he even opened the shaded virtual curtain and ran so wildly, he was not afraid of exhaustion? I looked at his nervous face in surprise, but his eyes only looked at the vague town of Tela ahead, "Say less and keep your strength."

"I'm fine." These three words, I said very lightly, as if I wanted to comfort him.

"I won't let you do anything." He said in a softer voice, but it floated into my ears clearly. I raised my eyes to look at him, but he looked into the distance.

Is he still him?

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