Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 122 Once
Just as he touched the blue hair, Lewis felt a cold and dark feeling, as if this extraordinary quality had been contaminated.

Lewis shook his hair away with force, and his eyes suddenly became dark. Then, shouts appeared in the darkness.

"help me……"

This is a cramped underground cave with metal candlesticks built on both sides of the cave. The candlelight illuminates the place, and you can vaguely see a sealed well in the middle of the cave.

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

In front of the well, there was a man in blue armor. His legs were entangled by the black liquid spreading out of the well, and his white skin quickly turned black.

There were several people dressed similarly around, and they were backing away as if they were afraid of this companion.

After a moment, the black liquid submerged the man in front of him. The liquid seeped into the gaps in the man's armor and gradually eroded his body.

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

In an instant, the spear flashed with a blue luster, and a strong wind emerged in the cave. The wind passed through the companions' bodies and dispersed the liquid.

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

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

His body shape was strange, as if he was controlled by something, and the dark liquid dripped from his body and flowed towards his companions in front of him.

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

The 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 purgatory. Those companions who were still alive were howling in pain, while those who were already dead were staring at him, with black liquid dripping from their bodies, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

“The 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 the hand that had touched the extraordinary properties, and those black lines seemed to gradually invade his body.

"Purify!"

Lewis shouted in Hermes, and a few drops of golden liquid dripped onto the "Sun Finger Bone". These liquids hit the black lines, making a "hissing" corrosion sound.

After a moment, the black lines stopped invading and instead settled on his hands.

"After nearly a hundred years, there are still strong contaminations on the extraordinary characteristics, and these contaminations have brought me trouble." Lewis shook his hands, and the black lines on his right hand did not move again, but he knew that once the spiritual suppression was gone, these black lines would begin to erode his body, and he would eventually become the unconscious black figures in the picture.

Turning his head, Lewis raised the "Sun Finger Bone" a little higher. Behind the skeleton, he saw a dark door. The seal of the Storm Church was still on the dark door.

He knew that there was a black cave behind this door, and this door was the only means left by those church members to temporarily isolate the pollution from the underground.

Never open this door!

Lewis carefully took the tuft of blue hair, turned and left the corridor, and left the old house with a rotten smell. …

In the early morning, the smell of Backlund's smog was still unforgettable. On the wide bluestone road, carriages were constantly flowing, and well-dressed gentlemen were eating a luxurious breakfast with caviar in the restaurant.

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

Ragged homeless people can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road, averting their eyes to greet the early morning sun.

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

The weather now is only late autumn and approaching winter, and there are not many people who cannot see the morning sunlight. When it comes to late winter, dealing with corpses will become a hassle.

There were too many bodies and too few people to deal with them.

A well-dressed gentleman threw a nearly burned cigarette out of the carriage. A homeless man crawled over and picked up the cigarette butt without hesitation, put it in his mouth and took a puff. A look of enjoyment appeared on his face, and smoke poured out of his nostrils and mouth.

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

"Sir, what do you want me to do?" The homeless man looked at the banknote in Lewis' hand. His hand reached out subconsciously, but he retracted it when he was about to reach the coin.

"Pass this letter to other homeless people four times, and then throw it into any church." Lewis stuffed a two-sol note into the homeless man and said.

"Yes...yes, sir."

The tramp hurriedly stuffed the banknote into his patched clothes. He looked around, as if he was wary of the people around him.

After Lewis left, the homeless man acted as instructed. He went to the store, and when he came out, he had a box of low-quality cigarettes on him.

"Tony, help me pass this letter to another person, let that person pass it again, and finally deliver it to the church." The homeless man walked to the corner. Tony was obviously treated better than him. At least, Tony still had a cardboard box to use, which could keep out some of the cold, and maybe he could survive this winter.

Tony couldn't wait to snatch the half-empty cigarette from the homeless man's mouth. He seemed to be in a bad mood and muttered as usual:

“If my left hand hadn’t been broken off 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 man someday.

My children will treat me well, and I shall have as much cigarettes and brown bread as the great men."

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

The tramp chuckled. He knew that what he just said was just Tony's delusion.

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

They were not homeless before, and they all had a job, a job that could barely afford black bread.

once……

(End of this chapter)