In the darkness, there was a sudden sound of striking a match, and a small flame lit up, quickly igniting a kerosene lamp.
Two nuns in black robes, holding kerosene lamps, looked pale and looked in front of them with fear. In front of them, there was a wooden door tightly closed.
The surface of this wooden door is covered with scratches, which look like they were scratched by fingernails. It must have been there for a long time, and the material has turned black. And on the crossbar in the center of the wooden door, there is a line of Roman writing engraved on it.
"God does not rule here!"
"Are you sure we have to do this?"
A nun who looked younger asked her companion next to her in a trembling voice.
The nun, who looked somewhat mature, nodded vigorously: "We have no choice, sister."
As she spoke, she took out a large, quaint key, slowly inserted it into the keyhole of the wooden door, and turned it hard. There was only a crisp "click" sound, and the wooden door silently opened a gap.
"I hope the sacred objects inside are useful, otherwise we really have no way to deal with that evil spirit."
Just as the mature nun was about to open the wooden door, the young nun grabbed her companion and said anxiously: "I think we should hold on and wait for the support from the Holy See?"
"We don't have a phone here, and we don't even know if the Holy See has received our message for help, let alone when the support will arrive." The nun sighed, "Except for the two of us, there is no one alive in the entire monastery. Now It’s up to us to stop it."
After saying that, the mature nun gritted her teeth and opened the wooden door, and immediately a cold white mist spread from behind the door. Looking at the extremely dark darkness behind the door, she held the kerosene lamp and slowly walked into the door.
It was too dark inside the door. Even though she was holding a kerosene lamp, the nun only took three or four steps before she was completely swallowed up by the darkness, and even the light of the kerosene lamp was lost.
The young nun outside the door had trembling hands, knelt on the ground, held the cross hanging around her neck, and prayed tremblingly: "... Father in heaven, may everyone respect you as holy, may your kingdom come, may you His will be done on earth..."
Suddenly there was a shrill scream from inside the door. The frightened nun trembled all over. She raised her head suddenly and suddenly stretched out a blood-stained hand in the darkness. The frightened nun screamed and sat back on the ground. .
With a "pop" sound, the bunch of keys was thrown out of the darkness, and then the mature nun leaned half out of the darkness, her face covered with blood, and shouted urgently: "Take the keys and leave quickly... Remember, It has to possess someone to escape from here, you know what you should do!"
The young nun shook her head vigorously: "No, I can't, I can't do it."
"You have to make a choice. Once you let it escape, the consequences will be endless..."
The mature nun screamed and was suddenly pulled into the darkness.
The young nun shivered and got up from the ground, grabbed the key, and ran away without looking back. After running out of this secret passage, the nun rushed into the chapel, knelt down in front of the statue of the Virgin with a plop, and shouted in a trembling voice: "My Lord, my Virgin, may your glory shine on the earth, Drive away all darkness..."
Suddenly there was a "click" of thunder outside the window. The nun was startled and subconsciously turned her head to look out the window. The wind outside the window was calm and there did not seem to be any thunder or lightning.
But when she looked back, she was horrified to find that half of the face of the Madonna was missing. Under the illumination of the chandelier, the statue of the Virgin with half its face missing looked particularly eerie. In a daze, Sister Gan felt that the statue of the Virgin with half its face missing was looking at her in a sinister way.
The nun stood up, trembling all over, and stumbled out of the chapel, running up the stone steps until she ran to her residence. After closing the door tightly with her backhand, she walked step by step to the window.
Right next to the window, there was a pile of hemp rope coiled up.
The nun hung the bunch of keys around her neck, picked up the hemp rope tremblingly, and turned to look at the door. The locked door suddenly shook violently, and a moment later, it burst open.
The candles lit on the wall outside the door were extinguished one after another from far to near. In a trance, you could see that in the darkness where the candlelight could not reach, standing in the darkness was a nun in a robe.
The young nun had a look of despair on her face. As the candlelight outside was extinguished one by one, the cross hanging on the wall inside the room began to slowly rotate.
The young nun pushed open the window, climbed onto the windowsill, stretched out her hand to tie a knot of hemp rope around her neck, looked up at the night sky, and murmured: "Lord, please forgive me for my sins!"
As she spoke, she jumped up, and a moment later, the hemp rope in the room suddenly became straight.
I saw another section of the hemp rope that had long been firmly tied to the bed leg.
It was obvious that the young nun was already prepared to commit suicide.
There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the cross in the room turned completely upside down, and was immediately enveloped in flames.
At the same time, a dark wind blew by, and the window pushed open by the nun closed silently. On the window glass, a hideous and terrifying face of a nun was vaguely reflected.
***
Pushing open the heavy iron door and lifting the heavy curtain, I was greeted by the pungent smell of disinfectant. However, Xie Lun was keenly aware that there was a rancid smell hidden in the smell of the disinfectant.
The center of the room was separated by a white silk gauze. When the gauze was lifted, Xie Lun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Behind the gauze was a large bed, with five priests in white coats and masks standing on both sides of the bed. A little further away were several stoves, with blazing flames constantly rising from the stoves. The steaming room is like an oven.
As for the big bed, it was covered with luxurious silk and satin, piled like cotton. In the middle lay an old man with white hair and a white robe. I saw a fist-sized tumor on the old man's face. Black water was oozing out from the tumor, and half of his mouth was cracked. If the person next to him didn't keep wiping it, the black water would penetrate deep into his mouth.
"Who is this?"
Sherron looked at the cardinal who was leading the way with some confusion. The cardinal bowed respectfully to the old man lying on the bed and said respectfully: "This is His Majesty the Pope."
"Isn't that right?" Xie Lun frowned, "I remember seeing him on TV last week, sitting in a glass cover and parading... Ahem, parading. His body is quite strong. How come he has changed in just a week? Is it like this?"
"Oh, you are talking about the current Pope, and this is the former Pope."
explained the cardinal.
Xie Lun narrowed his eyes: "How far back?"
"Uh..."
The cardinal opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, the old man lying on the bed said: "When the Black Death was raging in the Middle Ages."
"No wonder I feel something is wrong with you." Sherron snorted, "It turns out you are an old monster that has lived for hundreds of years."
"Bold!"
Others glared at Xie Lun, but the former pope waved his hand: "You must not be rude to the God-given One."
Then he waved to Sherron: "Please come forward, God-sent."
Xie Lun looked at the tumor on the old man's face that kept sprouting black water, and smiled slightly: "I heard it very clearly here."
"Don't worry, my disease is not contagious."
"Oh, look at this, it sounds like I am discriminating against you? How is that possible? I just think that I should keep a certain distance from such a noble person as you to show respect."
As he spoke, Xie Lun quickly put on a gas mask, took out a bottle of alcohol, and sprayed his hands.