Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 122 Once
Just the moment he came into contact with this strand of blue hair, Lewis felt a cold, dark feeling, and this group of extraordinary characteristics seemed to be polluted.

With a strong flick, Lewis shook his hair away, and his eyes suddenly became dark, and then, shouts appeared in the darkness.

"help me……"

This is a cramped underground cave. There are metal candlesticks built on both sides of the cave. The candlelight illuminates the place, and a sealed well can be vaguely seen in the middle of the cave.

No, it's not a well. Perhaps it's more appropriate to say that it's a natural cave connected to the ground. The well was only built later, perhaps to seal the cave.

In front of the wellhead was a man in blue armor. His legs were entangled by the black liquid spreading from the wellhead, and his white skin was quickly dyed black.

There were several people in the same costumes around, and they stepped back, as if they were afraid of this companion.

A moment later, the black liquid submerged the man in front of him, and the liquid penetrated through the gaps in the man's armor, gradually eroding his body.

At this moment, a man in black armor came out from behind the crowd, holding a pitch-black spear in his hand.

In an instant, the long spear shone with a blue luster, and strong winds emerged from the cave. These strong winds passed through the bodies of the companions and scattered the liquid together.

"Sorry, Nat, this may be our destiny." Under the black armor, the man had blue hair, and a drop of round liquid slipped from the corner of his eye.

However, something happened that the owner of the black armor did not expect. After only a few seconds, Nat stood up again.

His figure was strange, as if he was being manipulated by something, the dark liquid dripped from his body and flowed towards the companion in front of him.

As Nat began to attack his former companions, the cries were continuous, and the black liquid seemed unstoppable, and it filled the cramped and narrow cave in just a moment.

A man in black armor stood in the middle of the cave. There seemed to be a powerful hurricane around him, isolating him from the black liquid.

The cave had turned into a purgatory, and those companions who hadn't died wailed in pain, while the companions who had died stared at him with black liquid dripping from their bodies, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

"Pollution comes from underground."

The man in black armor sighed, turned around, and walked towards the door behind him.

The scene in front of Lewis stopped abruptly, and a few black lines appeared on his hand that had touched the supernatural characteristic, and those black lines seemed to gradually invade his body.

"Purge!"

Lewis shouted out the Hermes language, and a few drops of golden yellow liquid dripped from the "sun phalanx". When the liquid touched the black lines, it made a "chi chi" corrosion sound.

After a while, the black pattern no longer invaded, but took hold in his hand.

"After nearly 100 years, there is still strong pollution on the supernatural characteristics, and these pollutions have caused me trouble." Lewis shook hands, and the black lines on his right hand did not move anymore, but he knew that once they disappeared Spiritual suppression, these black lines will start to erode his body, and he will eventually become those unconscious black figures in the picture.

Turning his head, Lewis lifted the "sun phalanx" a little higher. Behind the skeleton, he saw a dark door with the seal of the Church of Storms still on it.

He knew that there was a black cave behind this gate, and this gate was the only means left by those church personnel, temporarily isolating the pollution from the ground.

Never open this door!

Lewis carefully removed the blue hair, he turned and left the corridor, leaving the old house with a rotten smell.

……

In the early morning, the smell of smog in Backlund was still unforgettable. On the broad bluestone road, horse-drawn carriages kept flowing, and well-dressed gentlemen were eating a luxurious caviar breakfast in the restaurant.

Just crossing a street, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, as if he had entered another world.

Ragged homeless people can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road. They avoid their eyes and welcome the morning sun.

Of course, homeless people who can welcome the morning sun are all lucky. For some people, after closing their eyes, it is difficult to open them again.

Today's weather is only late autumn and near winter, and there are not many people who cannot see the morning sun. When it is deep winter, disposing of corpses will become a troublesome task.

There are too many dead bodies and too few handlers.

A well-dressed gentleman threw a nearly-burned cigarette from the carriage, and a homeless man crawled over. He picked up the cigarette butt without hesitation, stuffed it into his mouth and took a puff, with a look of enjoyment on his face smoke gushed from his nostrils and mouth.

"Can you do me a favor?" Lewis walked up to the homeless man, took out two one-soul notes, and asked.

"Sir, what do you want me to do?" The homeless man looked at the banknote in Lewis's hand, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, but retracted it when he was about to get close to the banknote.

"Give this letter to other homeless people, forward it four times, and finally throw it into any church." Lewis said, stuffing the two soli banknotes to the homeless man.

"Okay... yes, sir."

The homeless man stuffed the note in his patched clothes in a panic. He looked around, as if he was wary of the people around him.

After Lewis left, the homeless man acted according to his previous instructions. He went to the store, and when he came out, he had an extra pack of low-quality cigarettes on him.

"Tony, help me forward this letter to another person, and ask that person to forward it again, and finally send it to the church." The homeless man walked to the corner, and Tony was obviously treated better than him. At least, Tony still had another letter. Cardboard boxes can be used, which can keep out some cold, and maybe survive this winter.

Tony couldn't wait to snatch the half-remained cigarette from the homeless man's mouth. His spirit didn't seem to be very good, and he muttered as usual:

"If my left hand hadn't been broken in the accident, I might still be able to drive screws in the factory.

I will marry a wife and have a lovely child who may become a big shot someday.

My children will treat me well, and I will be like those big men, with endless cigarettes and endless black bread. "

Tony took the letter with trembling hands. Four fingers on his left hand were broken, leaving only a solitary thumb.

The tramp smiled, he knew that what he said just now was just Tony's delusion.

Even if Tony is still driving screws in the factory and his left hand is still alive, when he reaches a certain age, he will still be thrown out by the boss like garbage.

None of them had ever been homeless, and they all had a job, a job that barely afforded them brown bread.

once……

(End of this chapter)