Burning Cross

The smoke billowed, and with every puff, it sounded like ragged bellows, as if it were burning the throat and lungs, and Lier's consciousness soon became blurred.

"No, you can't. You'll die."

"Clear, clear!

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The red light appeared, gradually fading, and Lier, like a drowning man, struggled to catch everything he could

Suddenly there was a golden glow, like the sun.

In his light, Lier regained a little strength and fought like a golden pounce.

When Lier took this step with the aid of shining, the light became brighter and brighter, turning from red to pure white, breaking the darkness into pieces and fading away instantly.

"Breathe. "Lier sat up, gasping for breath, dreaming of a terrible fire. Before it came, he had been in a coma from the smoke inhalation. He could only wait vaguely and desperately for the flames to spread. I knew I was dreaming and wanted to struggle, but I had no strength.

The dream was genuine and frightened Lier, but he did not feel the flame when he woke up, so he sat motionless as if he had lost his soul.

Lier's spirit gathered as her rapidly beating heart calmed down. Remembering that, he was in the all-night reading room of the university's general library to catch up on her graduation thesis.

He said to herself, "I have been staying up all night irregularly these days. No wonder I had such a real nightmare."

There are no more beautiful wooden library desks, no more messy reference books... Just a black, ragged, hairy blanket that lay over me.

Instead of a library chair, he sat on a narrow wooden bed.

"Where is this?!"

Although Lier was introverted, he still found something wrong no matter what. Even if he was sent to the hospital after a fire, the hospital should not be like this!

His heart tightened. He looked around hurriedly and stood up to the side like a reflex.

Just stepped on the ground, Lier felt a burst of extreme weakness and dizziness. Soft feet will be inclined to fall.

Lier hurriedly stretches out a hand, supports on the bed, steady oneself. Its facial expression is pale, uneasy, just this jing Hong glance, already is all around look up and down again.

In a broken-down and narrow house that, in addition to the side of this piece of wood, only a wooden desk at any time is likely to fall apart, broken hole crates, and a rickety wooden door.

The stove being hard to see its original look, hanging on the fire, is extinguished underwood fire. There was no heat coming out.

Everything is so strange, Lier can not judge where he is, and the constantly emerging feeling of weakness is confusion in Lier's mind:

"Where the hell is this?!"

"My body feels like I've just been sick like I did in high school when COVID-19 just went away."

...

Like an explosion in mind, countless new thinking, Lier has never seen such a strange thing. He unexpectedly cannot know what to do, the heart of the thick panic rapidly fermenting.

Fortunately, there was no other strange thing around him, which made Lier take a few deep breaths as he was accustomed to doing.

Then a loud voice came from outside the room:

"Burning the Witch! Eddard's church is going to burn the Witch!"

"Go, everybody!

'Burn the damned, wicked Witch!

Both fear and excitement were evident in the strange accent outside the room. Lier's excitement interrupted the fear, and with curiosity, he said to himself, "Witch? Is this the Middle Ages?"

As an adult living in modern life for more than 20 years, that kind of terrible foreboding was vaguely produced in Lier's heart. But before he could think it over, there was a loud clang. The poor broken wooden door was knocked open, and a boy of 12 or 13 rushed in.

"Yang..."With short brown hair and a knee-length linen jacket, the boy was surprised and surprised to see Lier standing beside the bed. "Are you awake?"

Lier looked at the dress, which was different from the modern style, and nodded his head stupidly. An absurd thought ran through his mind: "Yang, the witch, the church, the burning, have I really traveled back, and at that time to the witch-hunting in medieval Europe?"

Things are always in the wrong direction, murphy's law is always like that. The boy's hair, wearing dirty old linen clothes, is verified with this, as far as the boy said language. Yang's body instinctively can understand, also seems to be able to use, just linguists and very far away from him, could not judge what kind of language.

The little boy was not surprised to find Yang haunted, with a few black and grey stains on his face: "Mama always refused to believe me. She would cry in the middle of the night until her eyes were puffy, talking about poor Little Evans as if you were buried in a cemetery."

"Father was so driven that he sent a message to Sir Vane's estate from the bad Shammon boy to get my brother back. He was a squire, and the doctors wouldn't dare insist on a ridiculous, outrageous price in front of him!"

The little boy spoke of his brother, a cadet squire, with a slight chin and genuine pride.

They lost. I was right. Yang, how could anything happen to you!"

As he said this, he took Lier by the arm, "Come, Brother Yang, to the church square to see the burning witch, the wicked witch who had you arrested by the church guards and interrogated all night!"

Comes at a significant change. Lier just wants to think about his life. He can't accept it if you were unable to stop. It's still doesn't seem too good, but the boy's last remark, but let Lier in surprise: "The Witch has something to do with me?

Then Lier changed his mind, swallowed his surprise, let the boy hold him, and stumbled towards the Eddard church.

On the way, Lier took the opportunity to look at the people going to Eddard's church.

Men wear short linen jackets with narrow sleeves, trousers of the same color, and heelless shoes in warmer weather. In contrast, women wear long, boring dresses with a large sewn pocket, shabby and straightforward in common.

Most of the brown hair brown pupil mixed with blond hair, red hair, black hair, blue eyes, red pupil, blue eyes, facial features deep, very three-dimensional sense.

"Is it really the Middle Ages? Lier looked at himself. Same linen jacket, same trousers, same heelless shoes.

It was not long before I came out of the shabby, low-slung slums to see a small, stately church with a high domed roof, a large white cross nailed to it, and very narrow Windows below.

There were already many people in the square. The little boy kept pushing forward with Lier, drawing many people to look at him angrily, but they did not dare to hit the two rascals because it was a church square.

Before long, Lier suddenly saw that he had already reached the first floor.

In the middle of the square stood a wooden cross, bound to it a pale, rather beautiful woman of twenty in black robes.

From time to time, the people around hurled stones, pieces of wood, and saliva at the woman in the black robe, and their curses were chaotic and mixed together:

"Kill you, damned witch."

'You're a witch hiding in our Eddard's quarter, trying to kill us!

"My poor little Trish got sick and died months ago. You wicked Witch must have done it! Oh, my poor Trish..."

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Occasionally hit, the woman in the black robe closed her thin pale lips and did not let out a moan of pain. Instead, she looked statuesque at the people standing on the church steps.

Led by an in Phnom broad white, middle-aged man, with a soft white hat, took a picture with a white cross round badge. With a quiet looking at, not talking, solemn and respectful, behind him stood a few white robes of men and women, clean and tidy; Her complexion is ruddy, in contrast with the square of the poor dirty.

Behind the white men stood a line of formidable guards in silver mail.

The middle-aged man took out a pocket watch and looked at it. Seeing that it was almost time, he took a step forward, holding up his medallion in one hand.

The angry, hateful, noisy crowd in the square suddenly fell silent, simultaneously and in sync.

The only sound in the square was the wind blowing through the clothes.

Lier marveled that even in modern times, it would take months of training to achieve this level of obedience and conditioning, and that these seemingly ordinary people could manage it. What force made them do it?

"Poor sinner," the middle-aged man said quietly, holding up his badge, "you have been seduced by the devil and have sought evil power. Your body and soul are full of filth. Only the holy light can cleanse you, which is both the punishment and the gift of the Lord.

"Burn her, burn her! The poor scattered around, then shouted in unison.

The hysterical, frenzied scene makes Lier shudder. If anyone knows he's from time travel, Yang, whose soul has been possessed by evil demons, will be next to be burned at stake.

"Before purifying you, the Gracious and merciful Lord asks me to ask you one more question: Will you repent? Sincere repentance will purify your soul and bring you into the kingdom of God. "The middle-aged man asked gently and compassionately.

"I seek the truth of magic, not the God of truth. Burn me, and I will watch in flames the destruction of this sinful kingdom and the collapse of this glorious church."

"Crazy!

"How wicked!

"Cursed be the bishop's mercy, and cursed be the witches who have been blinded by the devil!"

'Burn her!

The Bishop said nothing, but many of the poor people around him went into a hysterical frenzy.

Lier was shocked by an atmosphere of fanaticism and irrationality. He could not help thinking, "What a dangerous Europe in the Middle Ages!

"But how are you going to burn her without a pile of wood?"

Although she felt pity for the black woman, Lier did not dare to do anything, or she could kill herself with a stone.

The bishop prayed a few words, louder and without emotion. "Sinner," he said, "go to hell in the purification of holy light."

The medallion of the middle cross of his hand burst forth in bright light, so brilliant that it was all white to Lier's eye.

The bishop held a little sun in his hand, solemn, majestic, and sacred, and all, including the little boy beside Lier, bowed their heads in silent prayer and praise.

The rays gathered and shot up into the blue sky, and at vault height, they fell back and struck the stake.

Red flames rose high and surrounded the black-robed woman.

She laughed wildly and cursed wildly:

"I will watch the destruction of this sinful kingdom in flames."

"I will watch this magnificent church collapse in flames."

"I'll watch you go down in flames forever!"

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A shrill voice was heard, and the black-robed woman was burned to ashes with the scaffold.

Lier, on the other hand, had fallen into a stupor as soon as the badge burst into dazzling light:

"This is not Medieval Europe..."

"This is the world of true divinity and magic!"

"My name is Yang..."