Heartbreaker

Chapter 116 Their Path

—I didn't know him to the end of my life.

This thought flashed through his mind.

After the eye was broken, the chaotic lights and shadows poured into Vash Polu's soul, piecing together a series of realistic pictures.The scorching sun in the afternoon, the vicious whip, the ridicule of others, and the cold touch of the dead body.He caressed those passing lives, cut them with a sharp blade, and observed the texture of the rotting organs and muscles.

Vash felt a little nauseous, but his body could not help but act according to the remaining memory in that eye.From birth to entering the monastery, he walked towards the life that did not belong to him, looking for the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in life, and finally found only a colorful figure.

That figure was called "Wash Boru".

"From today onwards, you have officially become a member of the study of undead, Douglas."

When he saw his mentor and bishop, Baldwin, he couldn't help blurting out: "Thank you, Mr. Baldwin. I will do my best to live up to your expectations."

He mastered the basic anatomical skills without much effort, and even cut the knife more accurately than other older doctors.His previous experience of sneaking out of the monastery and secretly cutting up the corpse came in handy. Coupled with his rigorous mind, he quickly rose to the top and became the bishop's most effective deputy.

"The vitality and fighting power of the undead amazed us."

He once heard a drunken Baldwin confide in him.The bishop with a kind smile sneered and said words that were very different from usual: "If you can use the undead, maybe one day you will be able to gain greater and more power into your pocket, and keep the throne forever for thousands of years... "

He scoffed at Baldwin's words, but there is no doubt that he also longed for a deeper exploration of the undead.After all, Baldwin was old and occasionally mentally weak, so he took over without complaint and worked hard on research.

He has a shrewd mind and flexible wrists, and he can use most of the authority at will within half a year.Baldwin saw that he was more practical and willing to work than ordinary doctors, and he did not ask for fame and fortune. He even gave him the confidential documents to read, so that he could grasp the progress information at the first time.

In addition to conducting research on undead, he also developed a "Dow Ball" that stores memories.They formulated a brain-stimulating potion, soaked the brain tissue, extracted it, injected it into the eyeball, and obtained various chemicals.Those chemical elements are important substances that cause "memory". After a long time in the eyeballs, the four basic emotions will appear.

At first, no one paid attention to his research, and at the same time, the "Undead Seminar" made important progress. They were able to extract a kind of "sugar" in the body of the undead, so as to achieve the effect of individual proliferation.

This made everyone ecstatic, but the following problem came - even with proliferating hormone, they still could not explain the physiological operation mechanism of "undead".

Some doctors used the teaching point of view to believe that the "broken soul power" contained in the body of the undead gave it some physiological functions.He scoffed at this illusory statement, but he had no clue.

Time flies, and the progress of the seminar is stuck on the previous mystery, which has not been solved for a long time.During that time, he was assigned to a monastery as a priest and met his friends again.He read his friend's treatise by candlelight every night, and almost forgot about that research.

He carefully annotated and sorted out all of Wash Polu's manuscripts, but he never talked with him in front of him again. He didn't know whether it was the self-esteem that was ridiculed by someone who valued him, or the disparity in identities between the two. created an insurmountable gap.

He didn't want to see each other, and he didn't dare.

However, he did not expect that the last time he saw Wash Polu was in the church prison.

****

— This article shakes the foundations of the church.In my opinion, we should burn the odious heretic, Wash Polu.

He sat in the meeting hall of the church with a pale face, looking at the serious faces of the people around the table.Those who can sit here are all the top figures in the church, and now he is only worthy of sitting at the bottom.

——Speaking of "Wash Polu", it is probably the madman who has been causing trouble in the monastery.

——Yes, he used to be a clever and obedient child who strictly followed the rules of the church.Now he not only despises order, but also repeatedly spreads words that are against the Lord.

He listened to the trial of Vash Polu by the crowd, and his heart fell like ice.He had never seen the taboo article, and wondered in horror, how could Vash's insight fall into the hands of other priests?What exactly did the other party write that would cause his life to be in danger?

At this moment, Baldwin, who was sitting at the highest position, said with serious eyes, "In any case, since this person has gone down the wrong path thoroughly, he is also trying to spread heresy in the church. We blindly tolerated it, and it eventually led to disaster..."

He was having difficulty breathing, cold sweat was dripping down in big drops, and his face was as pale as paper.Why now, Wash?Why can't you bear it a little longer?Now I am just a small role in the power center of the church. I have no right to speak in this kind of meeting. How can I speak for you and keep you safe...

The solemn voice was like the pendulum of the god of death, beating against his ears: "The verdict is established, and the death penalty will be executed in fifteen days..."

—Wait, Bishop Baldwin!

At that moment, he felt the scream of his heart, and the power pouring out from the depths of his heart drove him to stand up, and rudely interrupted the bishop's sentence.

When he came back to his senses, he found that everyone's poisonous eyes were scratching at his flesh, and his robe was drenched in cold sweat.Baldwin treated him with a kindly face and forgave his rough behavior when the others showed their dismay.

"What's the matter with you, Douglas?"

He calmed down his feverish mind and heart, and in the face of everyone's doubts, he only said a few words calmly.

— Bishop, God is merciful.Wash Polu violated the rules and deserved to be punished.If he consciously harbors the thought of disobedience to God, the decision to impose the death penalty is even more within the principles of the church...

——But what if he is a real madman now?Do we still have to ask him according to the rules of normal people...

****

Holding a candle, he stood outside the church prison with mixed emotions in his heart.He descended the damp, rough steps to a brig.

The monk guarding the criminal opened the door for him and reminded him to blow out the candle: "He hasn't seen the light for a long time, don't provoke him."

He nodded and stepped into the darkness with cold sweat on his palms.The jailer lit the torches in the hallway outside, allowing a dim light to escape into the room.

The moment he saw the prisoner, his eyes widened and he sat down on the ground suddenly.His pupils contracted a few times in a trance, he stretched out his hand, and rushed towards the dying figure in panic!

—Wash! !

Tears almost came out of his eyes, he helped his former friend's bruised body, and embraced the other's upper body covered with dirt and blood scabs, choking.

The man slowly opened his cloudy eyes, his throat was hoarse, and his voice was full of exhaustion.

"Are you... Douglas..."

—It's me, Wash, it's me!

He hastily wiped away his tears, not wanting to irritate the other party.He raised his head and looked at his friend. Unexpectedly, the other party stared at his face twice slowly with eyes filled with tears.

"Douglas...it's really you..." Wash looked at him, stroking his face in relief, with tears in his eyes, "After so long, you finally came to see me... I was angry and said that I didn't have you as a friend, I thought... I thought..."

"You will never forgive me again, my friend."

He was heartbroken by this sentence, and burst into tears.At this moment, how much he wants to tell him that he has been watching him silently from behind, collecting and sorting out his manuscripts like a treasure, and trembling for the precarious friendship between the two.

But Vash said to himself, "I thought you wouldn't forgive me"—and at that moment he really wanted to cry out loud, curse at his own cowardice, and his damn self-esteem.

"Wash...I...I..." Grief made it difficult for him to utter a complete sentence, and all the rationality and rhetoric that made him proud disappeared in an instant.

—I must have thought you'd never want to be friends with me, Wash.

"It's good to see you again, Douglas."

"Me too, Wash."

For a long time, the two of them sat silently in the prison, their backs leaning against the dark wall.Vash was uncharacteristically, shed the shell of madness, and spoke clearly, but there was a kind of indifference in his voice.

"Eight days ago, when the disciplinary monks put me in this prison and put the poisonous whip and salt water on me in turn, I knew that I was completely wrong."

"..."

"I shouldn't stay in the church anymore. I pray that one day I can get out of the predicament and win the approval of those people with those thoughts." Vash said calmly, "I should go."

He felt tears welling up in his sour eyes again, and he didn't know how to answer.

—It's too late, Wash, they don't want you to go, they want you to die.

"Say something, Douglas, whatever you want." His friend turned his scarred head and smiled happily at him in the cold prison, "I can see you before I leave. It is already a gift given to me by the Lord... By the way, you don’t know it, but I have actually read every one of your treatises.”

He rubbed his sore eye sockets vigorously, and squeezed out an ugly smile: "...Really? My stuff is scripted nonsense, nothing compared to yours, Vash."

"No, those are valuable insights. But you hid them so deeply that I almost didn't notice them." Wash said with a smile, "Although you like to use complicated grammar and clever words to cover up your true thoughts, But the core of thinking that reflects oneself can still be unearthed. I summarize your work every once in a while, and I always find interesting points of view.”

Exactly the same thing I do.He thought sadly and comfortingly, I thought we were estranged from each other, but in fact we understand each other better than anyone else.

Thank you Lord, it is so good.

"However, I'm too stupid." Vash's eyes were blank, and he murmured, "I should have kept those insights in my heart, but I decided to write them out and hand them over to other monks... I am afraid that the recent disaster in prison is caused by the recently handed in account..."

"Don't doubt yourself, Vash," he said. "You will always be an outstanding monk."

"Thank you, Douglas, but I will never be a monk again." His friend laughed. "Even if I don't have the status of 'monk', I will still pray to the Lord, study scriptures, and write my thoughts."

He choked with sobs: "Okay..."

The friend's voice became brisk: "It's really strange. Once I figure it out, I feel that my previous obsession is really ridiculous... I only know how to live in the monastery. Why don't you go outside and see the world with your own eyes? ?”

"Well, they'll let you out soon." He nodded.

Vash said, "Really? That would be great!"

"Yes. It is estimated that if you sleep well tonight, you will be able to stand in the world outside the monastery tomorrow." He watched the drops seeping from the wall, like blood and tears, spreading across the cracks in the bricks, "I ensure……"

He will always remember the smiles and hopes on his friends' faces at that time.

Lying on the operating table with the other party, the pale face, stiff limbs and empty eyes were in stark contrast.

Those were the most difficult hours for him, dizzy and dizzy, but he dared not stop concentrating.The accuracy of his knife is recognized by others, facing this person, he dare not make the slightest mistake.

A little carelessness may cause irreversible consequences to his friends...

"vomit……"

After leaving the cold operating table, he almost passed out.He was lying on the washstand, his lips were bruised, and his fingers were still stained with glaring blood.His eyes were red, his face was wet with tears, he looked up at his haggard and pale self in the mirror, and laughed.

"You beast..." he said hoarsely, "you ruined your friend with your own hands... ruined him...you're a beast, Douglas..."

He rubbed the blood stains on his hands over and over again, until his hands turned red, almost peeling off a layer of blood.

— Was Wash Polu crazy?

——It’s true, look at him like that, he’s probably a hundred times crazier than a real lunatic...

——If this is the case, there is no need to use the death penalty.What good things can you expect from an idiot?

—The merciful God will have no trouble with a madman.Rather than letting him die, let him leave the church quickly...

There's a real madman in the church.There was a lot of noise outside, but he was the only one huddled in a dark room, naked|naked, rubbing his hands nervously over and over again, and muttering to himself in the mirror with empty eyes.

"You are guilty, Douglas."

He took out a rough cowhide whip, faced the filthy devil in the mirror, and beat it hard.The crack of the whip tore apart his body and his heart, leaving the wreckage of love and grief in shadow.

"You are guilty, you are guilty, you are guilty..."

Exhausted from the beating, he sat slumped on the ground, hugged his bloody body in the empty and lonely darkness, and wept bitterly.

"Wash..."

No more answer.

Since then, there has been no trial monk "Wash Polu" in the world.

But there is one more lunatic named "Popolo".

****

Monk Wash Polu, also Mad Popolo, was walking down a long gray corridor.After poking out the only eyeball, he was sent into such a mysterious place.The long corridor made of black and white bricks seemed to never end. He walked on the empty road and looked at the reflections on the walls on both sides, which only belonged to the memory named "Douglas Hayden".

Not only him, but also Baldwin, and other monks.From the "Mogul bastard" ridiculed by everyone to the powerful "Bishop Hayden", from the taciturn trial monk to the cruel and heartless undead——

Every scene in the other party's life is presented before his eyes...

[Do you know which article was written by Wash Polu that violated the taboo?

I don't know.

Then I'll tell you, Douglas.In fact, we found that it might provide inspiration for our research on the undead.

What the hell is this article, Bishop Baldwin?

This is the one - "Eyes, Heart, Brain, The Holy Trinity".This article is so special that it expounds the characteristics and functions of the eyes, heart, and brain with only marginal imagination.It believes that as long as there is only one of these three things, the immortality of the soul can be realized...]

[You are Douglas of the Mogol tribe, right?

Hello, His Majesty the Emperor.

There is no need to be polite.I have nothing else to do, I just want you to be the bishop. After all, your contribution to the church is obvious to all, and your race is also suitable.

Thank you for your recognition and support, Your Majesty.

However, before taking office, you should dispose of unnecessary "garbage"...]

[You... you will be punished by God sooner or later... Douglas...

Teacher, save your strength for the stairway to heaven after death.I will take over your position in the world. "

You won't get what you want, Douglas...I have...and...Wash...he'll come back and stop you...

Wash?

Yes...Wash...he will always be my...favorite student...and you...will always be a hateful scum...

I thought you were talking about something, but it was dear 'Wash'.Did you forget?The 'Wash' in your mouth has long been killed by you!

——The one who is still alive in this world is 'Poporu'...]

【Teacher, what are you doing?

Organize your writings and bind them into a book with the best materials.

It's good to let other people do these things. What is it that makes you spend a lot of time?

You don't understand, Elio.What I am sorting out is deeper than any scriptures.Such a noble thing, I will not pretend to others.

Is there anything I can do, sir?

You let other people find a clearing around the woods and build a villa.I have already asked someone to draw the design drawing, and I will start work as soon as possible.After the construction is completed, put these books into the villa.

These books and villas, do they have any special significance?

...No, don't think about it. 】

He saw that he took out the heart, soaked it in the "proliferative factor" extracted from the body of the undead, and gradually cultivated it into the huge sarcoid, the Chaos Stone.

He saw that he also tightly wrapped the music box engraved with the name "Bolu" with artificial flesh and put it into the chest cavity.

He saw him create many "Dow spheres," some of which were replicas of his own eyes, embedded throughout the church for reconnaissance.Some dug out from other people's eye sockets are used as a medium for Chaos Stone to release emotions, and are embedded in the epidermis of the sarcoma.

He saw that he personally killed his former mentor, gouged out the other's eyeballs, injected memory into Dow balls, and hid them in the inkwell in the bishop's parlor.

He saw every hope, every dodge, every temptation, every insincere torment when he approached him.

He watched the man face the ignorant and ignorant him with a timid and satisfied expression.Wash Polu suddenly smiled, but tears fell.

—What a fool you are, Douglas...

****

He thought there would be no end to this road, but he didn't expect that the end would come so quickly.

At the end of the road, there was a fork in the road, and Douglas was waiting for him at the intersection.The other party looked up at the ever-starless chaos above his head, vaguely wearing that white robe, and the years of wastage and vicissitudes were condensed on his back.

His life is gone, and all the secrets that were hard to hide during his lifetime are all exposed.

Hearing his footsteps, Douglas turned around, his gaze was as calm as ever, but his tone was as light as a breeze.

"Your soul is light, Vash," he said.

It was only then that Vash discovered that the two forks had different structures, the one on the left led to the bottom, while the one on the right led to the top.

"My soul is heavy and filthy." Douglas smiled plainly, pointing to the fork on the left, "I can only go this way. Once I try to go to the right, my soul will overwhelm me."

"I know it all, Douglas," said Wash.

Douglas watched him calmly, turned around, his back was slightly hunched, the edges and corners disappeared, and he looked more tired and sad.

"You finally know..."

Wash Polu heard the other party's sobs: "Great...I've always wanted to let you know, I've always wanted to tell you, but I never had the courage, and I didn't think it would be meaningful to say that... "

"But standing here now... I can say it frankly..."

"I'm sorry, Vash."

He cried out, covering his eyes with his arms.The tears, which were more than seven years late, and the emotions that had been calm since he dug out his heart, finally poured out.

"Douglas, turn around and look at me."

Douglas turned around, and his shoulders trembled involuntarily when he thought of the expression that the other party might show.Wash Polu was calm and patient, as if waiting for the other to take that brave step.

Douglas finally raised his head and looked directly at the most important person he had ever been ashamed to face—

As a result, he only saw a tear-filled face that was exactly like him.

"You don't know, in fact, I am the same, Douglas. You are so important to me. Half of my life, I follow the Lord, and the other half of the time I seek your understanding and approval..."

"There is something that I should have told you a long time ago..."

Tears slid down the black-robed monk's cheeks, and the other party was sobbing, but the depths of his pupils shone with joy.

"Without you, my friend." He laughed tearfully, "Even if the world is full of laughter, I'd be lonely."

"Thank you, Douglas..."

They stared at each other, smiling through tears, and there were only two lines of clear tears on their hazy faces, which reflected brilliant light in the dim light.

—Will you go, Douglas?

—We have different weights of souls, and we cannot go the same way, Vash.

—No, there may be a third way besides the way down and the way up.

—Article [-]?

—Well, would you like to find it with me?

--it is good……

Two transparent hands pass through the air and hold each other.

A twilight escaped from their palms, the long corridor disappeared, and everything slowly turned into a phantom.Two souls that gradually decomposed into fine sand and dust traveled through the chaos, holding hands tightly, and rushed to the gap between the sky and the earth, extending into the boundless distance.

The third way that only belongs to them, the light will stay forever.

****

...the dragon's teeth chewed me up...

...the dragon's saliva sets me on fire...

...the dragon's scales tore me apart...

...the dragon said, I will bite you, burn you, and hurt you...

...why you are not dead yet...

I fell asleep for a long time, and seemed to have missed the end of a drama.I opened my dry eyes, the howling wind was in my ears, and the earth condensed into a sandbox-like miniature in my vision.I looked up at the sky, staring blankly at the soft silver moon and the twinkling cold stars.

I touched the hard touch under my body, my muscles tensed, and my lips trembled.The dragon whistle echoed hoarsely in my ears, my long hair was blown by the night wind, and danced behind my dazed eyes.

I am sitting on the back of a dragon.

[The teeth of the dragon chewed me...]

I stared at the smooth dragon scales, and suddenly my blood-red eyes widened, and I tore a scale with both hands!I tore off the dragon scales directly from the flesh, and I heard the painful cry of the giant dragon. The madness and hatred in my heart engulfed me like a flame, and I let out an angry roar!

"The dragon's saliva sets me on fire!"

I roared that song like crazy, and tore off seven or eight pieces of the dragon scale including the flesh.Bailong writhed painfully in mid-air, but tried hard to maintain his balance.

"The dragon's scales tore me apart!"

I tried the silver scales, and sure enough, the edges were sharp.With a loud roar, I used the dragon scale as a blade, and stabbed the bloody wound that I had torn out hard!

The dragon was painfully pierced by the sharp object in my hand, and made a weak whine, and the flying height was reduced by half.

【Lemon...】

"The dragon said, I will bite you, burn you, and hurt you!"

I couldn't hear any sound, I only knew that my eyes hurt as if they were about to bleed.I sang that song hoarsely, threw away the scales, and punched the dragon's wound with my fist, so that my whole arm was stained red with the dragon's blood!

"Why haven't you died—!!"

When I yelled out the last sentence, my arms were stained with bright red blood, and pillars of blood spurted from the wound on the dragon's back.I laughed crazily, stuck my head into the bloody hole I tore out, stabbed out, and smashed out again, and bit the soft flesh and blood of the dragon fiercely!

"Roar--"

The dragon screamed, and its huge body fell from the sky.