Vol 5 Chapter 252: tombstone

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The presence in yellow clothes disappeared behind the door.
With the iron gate as the center, the darkness and gloom shrouded in the sky slowly receded. The pale moonlight repainted the face of night.
Zheng Qing felt that he could finally breathe again.
He somewhat doubted whether the existence of the yellow robe came from the starry sky, because during the brief contact with him, his head ached again.
The husband once told Zheng Qing that his headache was caused by the accidental sprouting of the ‘seed of order’, and the sprouting of the seeds was due to receiving a large amount of occult knowledge. With Zheng Qing's lack of common sense of magic, he can think of the existence of spreading a lot of knowledge only by contact, only those outside gods from the depths of the stars.
But even if he guessed that the person in yellow clothes might not be the devil, Zheng Qing decided not to enter the narrow door.
Perhaps he was touched by the scene. He suddenly remembered a passage that he had read a long time ago-in fact, not too long, in July and August last year-when he bought the book in Damingfang:
‘You must enter the narrow gate. Because there are many people going in on the Broad Gate Avenue, that leads to destruction. There are few people found on the narrow road, which leads to eternal life. ’
This passage comes from the "New Testament: Gospel of Matthew" and was printed on a book bound in Paris. At that time, Zheng Qing had secretly laughed at Seprano's brother, thinking that he could not enter the narrow door with his body.
Then the impolite fat man became a boar demon.
As the night wind swept across the corners of the robe, the young wizard couldn't help but shivered, and subconsciously looked around. Vocabulary such as ‘inspiration’, ‘intuition’ or ‘whisper’, all describe the mysterious response of a wizard to certain events that he has not witnessed but is related to himself.
at the moment.
In this barren land, suddenly thought of that paragraph.
Intuition tells Zheng Qing that this is not a good sign.
Under the moonlight, the scenery that was originally shrouded in shadow was unobstructed. As far as I can see, this is a world completely unfamiliar to Zheng Qing. Extending around the huge iron gate is a desolate wilderness. The wilderness is covered with slender, pitch-black withered grass, like the scorched black after a wildfire has passed, but full of green grass-like vitality.
The blades of grass rustled in the night breeze, making a silent communication with the jagged rocks scattered in it. In the sparse wind and the rustle of grass blades, Zheng Qing faintly heard many murmurs, but could not find the person who spoke:
"When you are alone, if death is not witnessed, then you have just embarked on a long journey alone..."
"...The soul can die together with the body, or live alone... The pale soul reawakens in the rotten part of the body, and wailes every night towards the moon..."
"...Between all nights, a secret place, my generation will eventually touch, gods hate ghosts, mortals retreat, Kalksa, the realm of the great Hasta king..."
"...The place where the king's ragged clothes is wafting, the unheard soul song must pass away, my voice is dead, and you are about to die... Unspeakable, your tears will dry up before they drop. The lost Kalksa..."
"Order... does not belong to this world."
"Don't look at God directly!!"
The whispers of thief blew past Zheng Qing's ears like the wind. He can only capture a few words. When he tried to find the source of the sound, he could only find a few odd-looking stones or tree roots that had dried up.
"...Kalksa...Kalksa..."
"...The great Hasta..."
"...The ragged king..."
Those whispering voices became more and more fragmented, and gradually, only a few key words could be heard, repeated in the night breeze, echoing in the ears of the young wizard.
Zheng Qing sat under a dry elderberry, rubbing his sore ankle.
He walked around this wasteland for a long time, but never found a way out. There is no trace of human activity, no smoking, no thatched huts, no dog barking, no chickens, no farming, no canals, no fruit trees, or even the dung of wild animals, the call of birds, the whispering of insects .
As far as I can see, there are only those black weeds that seem to be scorched.
There are those jagged rocks in the grass.
Zheng Qing pulled up a clump of black grass by his feet, and a smoke-like breath flowed from the soil. Zheng Qing faintly heard the weed screaming in the wind.
When he lowered his head.
The weeds in his hands had turned into a black ash, and fell down along the fingers. Smoke filled the soil. After a while, the soil that had just been turned over was leveled again, and a small but darker black grass grew on it.
Zheng Qing picked up a strange rock by his feet and vented it on the elderberry.
The dry elderberry bark was smashed to the ground by him.
Behind the bark, on the pale trunk, a line of pitch-black writing faintly appeared ~EbookFREE.me~ which was a bit striking in the pale moonlight. Zheng Qing approached in surprise, wanting to see more clearly.
The next moment, he screamed, stepped back and almost fell to the ground.
On the pale tree trunk, there was an epitaph:
"XX (1990-2009) First University Jiuyou College, Astronomy 08-1 Class, was born in Pingyang Mansion, China, and died in the fantasy dreamland of Kalksa City. Alas!"
The name and date of birth of the tomb owner are still a little fuzzy, like ink stains on rice paper.
But Zheng Qing recognized at a glance that this was his tombstone. That clear experience, vague description, all clues point to the same conclusion.
This encounter adds a bit of mystery and terror to this wasteland.
Zheng Qing even began to suspect that everything he saw and heard was just his own fantasy or delirium. The gloomy scenery is shrouded in the low night, and all kinds of heaven and earth are making threatening signs.
Is he dead? !
No, not yet! Zheng Qing suddenly realized that he was not dead yet, but when his name was completely clear on the tombstone, it was when he died.
This is a land full of evil and disasters, and you can live without it.
The omen was so strong that Zheng Qing could almost hear the wizard's intuition yelling in his ears: Get out of here! Faster!
"'You want to enter the narrow gate,"" the wizard murmured, and finally glanced at the pale moonlight on the horizon, and walked to the narrow passage under the iron gate: "...No, it's not you, I want to enter the narrow gate. The door is closed."
"Zi said: I do not go to hell, whoever goes to hell."
"The Immeasurable Heaven... Akbar."
After praying very sincerely to all the sacred he knew, holding the rune spear that he had visualized, he carefully entered the narrow door.