Darkness, total darkness. . .
It's like sinking deep into the bottom of a swamp, and like being buried in a tomb without any space.
So quiet that you can't hear anything, not even your own heartbeat Pure darkness, pure silence.
It seems that time has stopped, or that time is endless.
The surroundings were surrounded by a dead silence that had never existed before.
The sunlight on the ground could never shine here.
There was no heartbeat, no pain, and no feeling.
Cheng Qianxun knew that she should be dead.
When she finally passed out, she was surrounded by all kinds of screams.
She and other passengers seemed to be in a drum washing machine that was being dried, constantly rolling with the car.
The car was being covered by a sudden mudslide, drifting with the thick mixture of mud, various rocks and water, and became part of it.
Is this all the feeling after death?
No, she doesn't want to die, she really doesn't want to die.
Her parents and her boyfriend who are getting married are still waiting for her to go back.
She can't die.
I only heard a steady voice: "Wake up and listen to the call.
The strong live, the weak die; the God of redemption may be yourself, and I am God."
Cheng Qianxun's tightly closed eyes slowly opened with the deep voice.
She seemed to be able to move, and slowly sat up.
When she sat up, she realized that she was not the only one, but many people around her were also sitting up.
I looked around, it was dark, the sky and the earth were black, I couldn't see the distance and length, and there was a faint gray mist filling the ground and above my head.
This place is a bit like a cemetery in the middle of the night, dead quiet, dark, and surrounded by all the fear of the unknown world.
The difference is that there is nothing here, except for them and the thin smoke, there is nothing.
A woman made a voice: "Where is this place?
What's going on?"
Cheng Qianxun moved her hand towards the ground covered by the smoke, where she had been lying, but she felt nothing in her palm, as if her hand could keep reaching down. . .
She retracted the hand that was reaching down the lower half of her arm and raised it in front of her.
She was surprised to find that she could see the figure opposite her through her hand.
More and more people noticed something was wrong, and screams came and went: "What happened to my hands, my body?"
"Are we dead?"
After some identification, Cheng Qianxun found that the people around him were all passengers sitting in a car.
The woman who spoke first was sitting in the third seat in front of her.
The reason I remember is that she started eating melon seeds, peanuts, and cola as soon as she got on the bus.
Height, about at least 200 pounds.
The couple with the child was also there.
This naughty child was like the reincarnation of Sun Monkey, never letting up.
Even when sitting, I push my legs on the back of the seat in front of me.
For this reason, his parents apologized to the passenger in front of him several times.
Even if they slapped him, the child cried a few times and then started looking for other things to kill his seemingly endless energy.
Roughly speaking, there are fifteen people in the thirteen-seater van, including the driver.
There were exactly fifteen people here, and the driver was looking around with a bit of hesitation and horror: "Where is my car?
Where is this place?"
At this moment, a girl about ten years old shouted: "I know what's going on."
Like a beacon of hope lit in the darkness, everyone moved closer.
Cheng Qianxun also walked over.
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His feet had no feeling at all.
He just moved around based on his subconscious and habit, more like floating on the mist.
The girl seemed very excited: "My father once told me something.
When he was studying in Europe, he met an angel one night when he was camping with his classmates.
The angel told him that anyone who wears this will be the best in the future.
If you die unexpectedly, you will have the opportunity to be reborn."
She pulled the pendant hanging around her neck out of her clothes and showed it to everyone: "My father told me when he gave me this pendant.
Maybe this is what worked."
Obviously, Cheng Qianxun was not the only one on this minibus driving through the mountains who came from the city.
"What the hell?"
The fat woman picked up the black cross pendant with her plump fingers: "I know this thing, the cross."
"It's not an ordinary cross," Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but say.
"Of course, what can make us alive is certainly not ordinary."
The fat woman muttered, and after looking at it again, she was confused: "Why does this cross look different from the others?
The others have short tops and It's longer at the bottom; or it's half at the top and half at the bottom."
"Are we really dead?"
Many people were anxious.
They didn't care about the weird cross.
Many people asked the girl how to get out of this ghost place.
After asking a few questions, those who couldn't bear it became louder, and some said that they had something to do; some said that they were older and younger, and even knelt down and begged.
What an angel, what a pendant, it’s so ridiculous.
But at this moment, everyone just wanted to go out, out of this empty darkness with nothing, so they pointed all the fingers at the girl.
In a strange place that she had never been to before, the girl was frightened and frightened.
She was anxious to be questioned and cried: "Don't ask me, I don't know either."
"Welcome to the underworld" a magnetic voice sounded from mid-air, attracting everyone's attention.
In the chaotic sky filled with gray fog, a figure slowly fell.
Everyone looked up in shock.
It was an angel, an angel with wings.
From a visual inspection, he looks unusually tall.
He was wearing a robe half like that of a European medieval monk.
The robe came with a hat.
Because he was wearing a hat, he couldn't see his face and could only see an empty darkness.
And the long and huge feathered thing behind him, which stretches all the way to the ground, anyone who is not blind can clearly see that it is wings.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
There really was an angel with wings.
But this angel was a little different from the one in the legend.
He was black, the robe on his body was black, and even the feathers on his wings were black.
It was so black.
People feel depressed.
"What an angel, am I right?"
the girl excitedly pointed at the angel floating in front of everyone and shouted.
"Angel" stopped in mid-air, like a god, but more like a ghost, the black angel with an extremely oppressive feeling seemed to sneer coldly: "Okay, just call me Angel."
From the sound of his voice, I could tell that he was the person who just spoke the spell in a low voice.
Cheng Qianxun plucked up the courage to ask, "Did you summon us here?"
"Yes."
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The black angel's voice sounded very nice, and it didn't match the feeling of oppression at all.
He slowly raised his arm with his palm facing up.
The darkness hid everything.
It was not clear what his hand looked like.
He could only vaguely make out his five fingers, which looked like five long black coals.
The black cross around the girl's neck flew up.
The metal chain hanging the cross quickly decayed into powder, and the cross flew into his palm.
He slowly closed his fingers and lowered his hand.
He lowered his head and faced them with his face that was so dark that he couldn't see anything in his hat, as if he was scorning them in front of him.
He said calmly and slowly: "The reason why you have summoned your undead is because one of you brought the spirit here."
Token.
You are lucky to be faced with a choice.
Or choose to rest in peace.