1-Burning Loneliness

Chapter 1 - Burning Loneliness

The dark clouds crushed the city, making people unable to see clearly. The thick black clouds in the sky rolled uneasily, as if something terrible had happened. With a "bang", an amazing purple lightning pierced the thick clouds of the haze and instantly illuminated people's eyes.

With the light of lightning, you can see a team of knights composed of hundreds of people wearing golden swords and golden armor around their waists, systematically surrounding Anting Square and watching the people around them.

In the center of the square, more than a dozen expressionless faces, holding magic wands, wearing white robes, tightly around a temporary altar. It seems that a major sacrificial event is being held here.

Holding the staff and sitting on the floor, the sacrifices closed their eyes, waved the staff in their hands at the altar in front of them, and kept saying some incomprehensible words.

On this temporary huge altar, a young man with a yellow and thin face and untidy clothes is tightly tied. From his lost cloth covering the dry and wrinkled skin outside, the dry blood marks left by the whip can be clearly seen. Obviously, this tortured guy is an unlucky man who is used as a sacrifice.

Another purple lightning fell from the sky. The people who gathered around the square and were ready to watch the sacrifice were shocked to find that the 'herehen' was tied to the altar as a sacrifice was actually hit by this lightning bolt from the sky.

"Look! Miracles have come..."

I don't know who suddenly shouted in the square, and then the crowd watching the lively spontaneously knelt down and worshiped the once-in-a-lifetime miracle. The originally bustling and noisy atmosphere was also strangely quieted down because of the 'piousness' at this moment.

It's just that the 'devout' people who worshipped the 'divine miracle' did not look up to see whether the guy who was struck by lightning really died. Of course, no one cared about the life or death of the unlucky.

Otherwise, the 'devout' worshippers will find that the guy who narrowly escaped from the disaster after being struck by lightning not only did not die, but also continued to fight against the 'god' they worshipped without repentance, self-exemptancy and kindness.

After being hit by lightning, Mo Fan's hair was burnt and dark. Mo Fan, whose whole body was shrouded in black smoke, not only did not die, but his thin palms, which smelled like burnt chicken feet, actually twitched, struggled, struggled, and tried hard to draw a contemptuous middle finger to the sky.

"TMD, cheating..." Mo Fan, who was dizzy and full of pain, tried to open his eyes, squirming his palms with difficulty, and tried to draw a gorgeous middle finger to the sky. It was not until then that he found that the scene in front of him had changed dramatically.

The dull and dry air was covered by dark clouds. In the square under a hazy sky, there was a group of ordinary people kneeling in ordinary clothes. A group of people not far away held a golden sword and wore gold armor, like a strange guy who likes to dress differently like a loser, but stood arrogantly.

"TMD, what the hell are these losers doing? Why is there a pungent smell?" Mo Fan, who was a little puzzled, sniffled and thought very surprised, "Isn't it that the losers have successfully ruled the whole galaxy and will go to a deeper cosmic world from now on?"

It's just that Mo Fan, who is completely different, doesn't know that the strange smell emanates from himself.

In particular, the cluster on Mo Fan's head is like carbon powder after being struck by lightning. It seems that the wind will dissipate. In this bad weather, it is like a firefly in the dark night, which is so outstanding and eye-catching. Even invisibly, it is several times more powerful than the loser he thinks is already very powerful.

A bright light crossed the dark clouds, Mo Fan, who opened his blurred eyes, shook his head and looked carefully at the square through the purple lightning flashing in the air. He was surprised to find that the group of strange people in coarse cloth shirts were kneeling in front of him.

"Is it..." Seeing such a scene, Mo Fan suddenly realized that he had successfully broken the space barrier and successfully crossed into another space.

Then these cring and kneeling people in front of us must be the ignorant indigenous people of this time and space. Because they witnessed their magic coming with their own eyes, they had to worship under their extremely torn jeans and show their loyalty to themselves!!!

Mo Fan thought of three years of sad efforts and finally got the reward he deserved, and he could show his fists in other worlds. The ecstatic guy couldn't help laughing again: "Haha... It worked, that damn experiment finally succeeded..."

With a smile, Mo Fan suddenly stopped smiling. Because he suddenly found that at some point, a fat man in a gray robe and an extremely fat face appeared in front of him without warning and smiled at him.

A flat face appeared out of thin air, and it was also close to his cheek. Anyone who saw it would be scared to death.

So when Mo Fan saw the obscene smiling face, his heart beat violently, his first thought was, whose face is this? Why is it so flat! The second thought is to beat him hard, and it's better for his mother not to know him. Only by doing so can we get rid of our hatred.

But just as Mo Fan was about to do it, he suddenly found that his hands were out of control. At this time, not to mention clenching fists, it is very difficult to move.

"Wh, what's going on?" Mo Fan gritted his teeth and tried several times in disbelief, all of which ended in failure. As someone said, life is like **. Since you can't resist, you can only accept it.

"Who are you? Why did you appear in front of me? After taking a deep breath, Mo Fan, who was full of black lines, suppressed the impulse to beat people and forced himself to adapt to this obscene face that suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Tut... What an interesting guy." With that, the guy with an obscene smile smiled more and more brightly. Obviously, Mo Fan's previous performance and thoughts in his heart have been seen by him.

"Fight your sister! What an interesting wool!" The fat man's cheap smile completely angered Mo Fan.

Before he enjoyed such a high feeling, Mo Fan, who was disturbed and was in a good mood, shouted rudely at the bitch: "Don't delay my enjoyment, get out of here..."

"Enjoy?" Mo Fan's words stunned the fat man with an obscene smile. It seems that this guy from other planes who forcibly occupies his body does not know how dangerous his current situation is!

It is very clear that this body, which was forcibly squeezed out and turned into a soul, is very clear. This body, which was occupied by Mo Fan, is about to be sacrificed by the white robes of the Light Church, using the sacred flame to burn human meat skewers. At this moment, it is not too much to describe Mo Fan's current situation as a matter of life and death.

"Is it the process of enjoying life and death?" Looking at the indignant Mo Fan, the strange-faced soul fat man secretly muttered such philosophical words.

The fat man who pinched his chin and returned to normal again still said to Mo Fan with a cheap smile, "Since you like to enjoy so much? Then you can enjoy the burning of the sacred flame instead of me, and then die in enjoyment! Haha..."

What does it mean? What the hell is the sacred flame?" Frowning, Mo Fan was very puzzled. Haven't those people who kneel down to face themselves have been conquered by their own magic? Why does it seem to be a dangerous thing to say from this obscene guy now? It seems that I'm about to hang up.

"Tut... It's good not to die! Goodbye! If there is a chance." The fat man with a cheap smile did not answer Mo Fan's words, but put down an unclear sentence, and then disappeared out of thin air.

It was not until the fat and fat body disappeared that Mo Fan found that the crowd who knelt down in the square before raised their heads and stared at him like a madman with a very inexplicable strange look.

With the purple lightning emitted from time to time, Mo Fan looked back at those eyes one by one. Mo Fan was suddenly surprised to find that a fifteen- or 16-year-old petite and cute little girl in the square seemed to be the eldest daughter of the fourth cousin of the second aunt next door. Like.

"Is it that Laozi's experiment did not break down the space barrier, but was fooled by them in advance? Or..." While his thoughts were flying, Mo Fan, who frowned, suddenly felt a burning egg pain for no reason.

Yes, it's indeed a burning egg pain. Mo Fan, who sniffed faintly, even smelled a trace of barbecue. Could it be that the guys underneath were preparing to hold a bonfire party to welcome him? Now I have started to barbecue and I'm ready to enjoy it.

The dream is very full, but the reality is always very skinny. Mo Fan lowered his head doubtfully and looked at it. As a result, he was frightened to find that this was not preparing for a bonfire party to welcome him. He obviously wanted to burn himself alive!

Mo Fan, who lowered his head, was shocked to find that he didn't know when he was lit a fire around the wooden platform under his feet. One of the flames fluttering up with the wind was smoked on his third leg, which had not been attacked for more than 20 years and seemed very lonely.

As sung in a song, the burning loneliness, the frozen heartbeat... was set on by the fire, forming an alternative 'burning loneliness', and Mo Fan, who was deeply touched, said coldly, "Wow, who is so insidious? Isn't igniting at this time to make people cut off their children and grandchildren? Don't let people live."

Seeing that the fire was burning bigger and bigger, Mo Fan, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, simply used force and easily broke away from the enchanted chain that locked his arms and body. He waved his hands and fluttered his feet around, trying to scatter the altar so that he could escape from above.

It was not until this time that Mo Fan was surprised to find that the hands he was driving now were obviously no longer the capable and powerful hands of the past.

From the pair of dry hands full of old skin, Mo Fan is sure that the owner of this body was obviously a fat man before, and he was a fat man who had not eaten anything for a long time and was hungry and almost starved to death.

It was not until this time that Mo Fan vaguely understood what the fat man who suddenly appeared in front of him just now meant by the sacred flame! If nothing happens, you must be possessed after crossing. As for himself being burned now, he should also be taking the blame for the damn fat man.

The purple lightning quietly passed, and Mo Fan saw the loser knights in charge of vigilance in the distance of the altar, as well as those who held a staff in their left hand and spewed red flames in their right hand, burning the white robes under their feet.

Seeing this, Mo Fan was more sure of what he thought. Yes, I must have taken the blame for that obscene fat man.

"Fight, fat man, don't let me see you again. Dare to let me take the blame for you." Mo Fan sighed secretly about the injustice of the world, and then began to observe the situation around the altar and tried to escape.