The smoke rolled, and with each breath, it made a heavy sound like a ragged bellows, as if burning the throat and lungs. Xia Feng's consciousness quickly blurred.

"No, can't sleep, you will die."

"Sober, you must be awake!"

...

The boundless red color suddenly dim, the deepest and deepest darkness emerged, and the summer wind was like a drowning person, struggling to grasp every thing that could be grasped to help himself change this powerless drifting state and get rid of this indescribable darkness.

Suddenly, a little red light lit up in front, like the morning sun rising.

Under its illumination, Xia Feng felt that he had recovered a little power, and then tried his best to move towards the red light.

When the summer wind took this step with the help of the shining, the light became brighter and brighter, turning from red to pure white, shattering the darkness and fading instantly.

"Hu." Xia Feng sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. He actually dreamed of a terrible fire. Before the fire came, he fell into a coma because he inhaled too much smoke. He could only blur and wait for the flames to spread in despair. Just like the previous few times when he was pressing the bed, he knew that he was dreaming, but he wanted to break free, but he had no strength and could not control it.

This dream was extremely real, which made Xia Feng feel scared. In addition, he did not feel the fire, so he sat in a daze and had not come back to his senses for a long time.

As the heart beat rapidly slowly stabilized, Xia Feng's spirit was gathering. He remembered that he was rushing to graduate thesis in the all-night reading room of the school's comprehensive library, and he said to himself: "I have been staying up late in the past few days, no wonder I have such a real nightmare."

But when Xia Feng looked in front of him and was about to pack up the reference book and return to the dormitory, a strange and beyond imagination scene hit his mind like a giant hammer, making him stunned and blank.

There was no beautiful wooden desk in front of me, no messy reference books, no draft papers to be entered into the computer, only a black blanket with ragged and furry edges, and this blanket was covered by myself.

The place where I sat was not the backrest chair of the library, but a narrow wooden bed.

“Where is this?!”

Although Xia Feng is a little introverted and shy and does not react quickly enough, he found all kinds of wrong things at this time: even if he really caught fire and was sent to the hospital, it didn't look like a hospital!

He felt tight inside, and he hurriedly looked around, and stood up to the side like a reflection.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, Xia Feng felt an extreme weakness and dizziness. When his feet were weak, he would fall down obliquely.

Xia Feng hurriedly reached out his hand, supported himself on the bed, and stabilized himself. His face turned pale and his mind was restless. The shocking glance just now had completely looked around.

In a dilapidated and narrow hut, except for the wooden bed beside him, there is only a wooden table that may fall apart at any time, two intact stools, a crate with a hole, and on the other side of the crumbling wooden door, there is a stove with no original color and a clay pot hanging on the stove. The firewood under the stove has been extinguished for no time, and no heat has been heard.

Everything is so strange that Xia Feng can't tell where he is, and the constant sense of weakness makes Xia Feng's mind confused:

"Where is this?!"

"The body is like a serious illness, which is very similar to the pneumonia that just disappeared in high school."

...

Countless thoughts echoed in his mind, but Xia Feng had never encountered such a strange thing before. His somewhat introverted personality made him not know what to do next, and the strong panic fermented rapidly.

The only thing worth thanking is that no annoying things appeared, which allowed Xia Feng to take a few deep breaths habitually and slowly calm down his panic. At this time, shouts came from afar outside the hut:

"The witch is burning! Ade let the church burn the witch!"

"Everyone, go!"

"Burn that damn evil witch to death!"

Two completely opposite emotions, fear and excitement, were clearly revealed in a strange accent. Xia Feng was interrupted by panic, became curious, and said to himself: "Witch? What kind of world is this?"

As an adult who likes novels, that bad premonition came faintly in Xia Feng's heart, but before he could think deeply, the poor ragged wooden door was knocked open with a clang, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy rushed in.

"Brother Lucien..." The boy with short brown hair and wearing a knee-length linen top was surprised to see Xia Feng standing beside the bed, "Are you awake?"

Xia Feng looked at the clothes that were different from the modern style, nodded his head numbly, and a ridiculous thought came into his mind: "Lucion, witch, church, burned to death. Could it be that I have really traveled through time, and it was through time to the dark age of witch hunting in the Middle Ages in Europe?"

Things always go in a bad direction. Murphy's law coldly reminds Xia Feng that the boy's hair color and the dirty old linen clothes he wears all confirm this. As for the language spoken by the boy, Xia Feng's body can instinctively understand and seems to be able to use it, but he is still far away from the linguist and cannot tell which language it is.

Seeing Xia Feng's disbelief and a few black and gray marks on his face were not surprised: "Mom always refused to believe me. She cried secretly in the middle of the night, her eyes swollen from crying, and kept muttering about poor little Evans, just like Brother Lucien, you have been buried in the cemetery."

"Dad was so quarrel that he couldn't help. He asked the bad boy from Simon's family to send a letter to Sir Wien's manor early in the morning and asked his brother to find a way to come back once. He was already an intern knight attendant. The doctors of Shantang dared not hold on to the outrageous and funny price in front of him."

Speaking of his brother who became an apprentice knight attendant, the little boy raised his chin slightly, and he felt a sincere pride.

"But now, they lost, I'm right, Brother Lucien, how could you be wrong!"

While saying that, he pulled Xia Feng's arm: "Let's go, Brother Lucien, go to the church square to see the burning witch. It's the abominable witch who caused you to be arrested by the church guards and interrogated all night!"

When it happened to be a big change, Xia Feng was about to think about his life quietly. He didn't want to join in the fun with this little boy and burn a living person to death. It was something that Xia Feng, who claimed to be a good person, could not accept. Since he was powerless to stop it, it would be better not to witness it. But the boy's last words shocked Xia Feng: "Is this witch involved me?"

So Xia Feng's thoughts changed, he restrained his surprise, let the little boy hold it, and stumbled towards Adejang Church.

Along the way, Xia Feng seized the opportunity to look at the people who were heading to Adejen Church.

The weather is relatively warm, and men basically wear short and narrow sleeves linen tops, trousers and heelless shoes in the same color, while women have boring and single long skirts, with a large pocket often sewn on the skirt, and the common things are simplicity and shabby.

Most of the brown hair and brown pupils are mixed with blonde, red hair, black hair, blue eyes, red pupils, blue eyes, etc., with deep facial features and three-dimensionality.

"Is it really medieval?" Xia Feng looked at himself, the same linen top, the same trousers, and the same heelless shoes.

Not long after coming out of the dilapidated and low-rise gathering area of ​​poor houses, I saw a small but majestic church with a height of semi-circular vaults, a huge white cross nailed to it, and the windows below were very narrow.

广场上已经围着很多人,小男孩拉着夏风左钻右闪,不停往前挤着,引得不少人怒气勃勃地看过来,只是碍于这里是教堂广场,不敢揍这两个混蛋.

After squeezing for a while, Xia Feng's eyes suddenly became clear, and it turned out that he had already squeezed to the front floor.

There was a wooden cross in the center of the square, with a pale and beautiful woman in her twenties tied to it.

The people around him occasionally smashed the stones, wooden blocks, saliva, etc. they brought with them towards the woman in black robe, and the curses were mixed in a mess:

"Smash you, the damn witch."

"You witch is hiding in our Adejean district, and you must want to kill us!"

"My poor little Tracy died of illness a few months ago. It must have been your evil witch! Woo, my poor little Tracy..."

...

Occasionally, the woman in black robe closed her thin white lips tightly and did not let out a painful hum, but looked at the people standing on the church stairs like a statue.

Leading was a middle-aged man wearing a wide white robe inlaid with gold, wearing a white soft hat and holding a circular badge with a white cross, he watched quietly, without speaking, solemn and solemn. Behind him were several men and women in white robes, clean and tidy, with a rosy complexion, which was in sharp contrast to the poverty and dirtyness in the square.

Behind these white-robed men, there were a row of guards wearing silver-gray chain mail, majestic.

The middle-aged man took out a pocket watch and looked at it. Seeing that the time was almost the same, he took a step forward and raised the round badge with one hand.

Suddenly, the angry, hated, and quarreled people in the square suddenly became quiet and simultaneously.

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

Xia Feng was very surprised that even in modern times, it would take at least several months of training to achieve this level of obedience and conditioned reflex. These ordinary people who seem to be poor can actually do it? What force can they do it?

The middle-aged man held the badge, and his voice was not loud but spread throughout the square: "Poor sinner, you are bewitched by the devil, and you want to obtain evil power. From your body to your soul, you are filled with filth. Only the holy light can purify you. This is both the Lord's punishment and the Lord's gift, and the Lord's tolerance for the lost Lamb."

"Burn her to death, burn her to death!" The poor people around first became sparse, and then shouted in an orderly manner.

The confusing and fanatical scene made Xia Feng shudder. If someone knew that he had traveled through time, the next person to the stolen was Lucien, whose soul was occupied by the evil devil.

"Before purifying you, the tolerant and merciful Lord asked me to ask you another question: Are you willing to repent? Sincere repentance can completely purify your soul and enter the heaven where the Lord is." The middle-aged man asked gently and compassionately.

The woman in black robe suddenly burst into laughter, her voice sharp and harsh: "I am pursuing the truth of magic, not the God of truth. Burn me to death. I will watch the destruction of this sinful kingdom in the flames and the collapse of this gorgeous church."

"madman!"

"It's so evil!"

"The bishop's kindness is actually exchanged for curses. These wizards whose hearts are blinded by the devil are really damn!"

"Burn her to death!"

The bishop didn't say anything, but the many poor people around him fell into a madness of hoarseness.

For the first time in Xia Feng's life, he was in a fanatical and unreasonable atmosphere. He was shocked and couldn't help but think: "Medieval Europe was really dangerous!"

"However, without a pile of wood, how can I burn her to death?"

Although she felt pity and unbearable to the woman in black robe, Xia Feng did not dare to do anything, otherwise he could kill him with one stone.

The bishop prayed a few times, and the voice became louder and loud without any emotion: "Sinner, then go to hell in the purification of the holy light."

The cross badge in his hand suddenly burst into bright light, dazzling, and what Xia Feng saw was all white.

The bishop was holding a small sun in his hand, solemn, majestic and sacred. Everyone, including the little boy around Xia Feng, lowered their heads and prayed quietly and praised them.

The light gathered and shot towards the blue sky. When it reached the height of the arch, the light turned back and fell and hit the stolen rack.

The red flames ignited, and one person was more than a height, surrounding the woman in black robe.

She laughed wildly and cursed wildly:

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

"I will watch this gorgeous church collapse in the flames."

"I will watch you sink forever in the flames!"

...

The shrill voice was endless, and the woman in black robe and the stolen rack were burned to ashes.

Xia Feng was stunned when the badge burst out with dazzling light:

"This is not medieval Europe..."

"This is a world with real magic and magic!"

"My name is Lucien..."

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