From ancient times to the present, there are many kinds of justice, legal justice, moral justice, theological justice, Lori is justice......

Of course, the majority view still believes that justice is to judge right and wrong and achieve fairness.

To put it simply, someone hammers your chest with a small fist, and you press him to the ground and rub it, this is justice.

So, demons also have demonic justice.

Standing in the center of the circular altar, Alaisa raised her hands as the iron-framed hospital bed behind her slowly rose into the air, countless wires growing and spreading with spikes and rust spots, like the snakes of the legendary Medusa.

The crowd in the church was boiling, wolves rushing, crying, shouting, and cursing. Someone fell, and was trampled on by someone who came after them, and after a while there was no movement. Others did not run away, but knelt on the cold ground and prayed with their heads bowed.

Chris Bella was as panicked as everyone else, but her years of experience as a leader allowed her to see the situation more clearly. In this silent hill of eternal ashes, the church with the power of faith as a barrier is the only safe place.

Escape? Where else can I escape?

She clasped her hands and chanted prayers, hoping for a miracle.

But as Aretha said, God is not here.

Several wires tangled into two strands, striking like lightning, wrapped around Chris Bella's wrists, and then split to the side, pulling her whole body up in the air and pulling her out of a crucifixion posture.

"Lord Almighty, please help me to keep my soul pure!" Chris bella felt the tremendous force of her hands, her arms and shoulders straightened, and she looked up at the mural on the ceiling, pleading loudly.

A rough, dirty patch protruded from the ground and sprang forward, piercing between Chris Bella's legs and smashing her from the underribcage down.

Blood was pouring down like a torrential rain, and occasionally internal organs fell.

At some point, the dark side of Aretha had stood directly below Chris Bella, bathed in blood and flesh, dancing.

Some people say that killing and symphony are a perfect match, but this is not the case.

You take a brick and smack it on people's heads a few times, BGM with a "Brandenburg Concerto" is obviously not suitable, the most suitable should be "The Most Dazzling National Style".

But all the murder scenes that can be set in the background of a symphony are all calm in the frenzy, and the details in the confidence.

In one word, gorgeous.

Alesha's dark side dances in blood, the air is crisscrossed with wires, and there are cries and screams everywhere, as if she were playing a passionate G major.

Someone was dragged by the neck by the wire while running, dangling and hanging in the air, and his face was red.

Someone hugged each other and cowered in the corner, and the wires growing from the wall behind them pierced the two heads.

Someone tried to attack Alesa who was dancing, but her palms were nailed to the ground, then the soles of her feet, elbows, knees...... All joints.

All the doors and windows were blocked by dense wires, and no one could escape. No matter your status is high and your faith is pious, you are all mice under the cat's paws at this time, and you can only flee except to escape.

The figure in the blood dances faster and faster, and the climax of the song is coming.

Swish!

A mist of blood exploded in the air, and Chrisbella's entire body was torn in half, falling to both sides like a broken sack.

Alesha's dark side looked up, her eyes closed and she felt the rain of blood falling on her cheeks, and her scarlet tongue poked out from time to time, rolling the minced flesh that fell into the corner of her mouth into her mouth.

The screams gradually subsided, and there were no living creatures in the church except for Qi Zihuan and Dalia.

Dalia sat on the ground, surrounded by thick blood. She stared blankly and muttered, "What have you done, Alesa?" What did you do? ”

The wire slowly shrank, and the iron hospital bed also fell back to the ground, and Alesha, who was bound by a medical girdle on the hospital bed, looked at the mess in front of her, her eyes were unusually calm, and there was no joy or sorrow.

Qi Zihuan had already rescued Sybil just now, and was standing with Rose's mother and daughter.

"Are you satisfied that I brought you in and let you complete this magnificent revenge?" Qi Zihuan carried a peachwood sword and walked leisurely.

The dark side of Alesa wiped the flesh from her face, and said with a sneer: "For thirty years, I have been waiting for this moment day and night, and now that my wish has been fulfilled, you can carry out your terms." ”

"I didn't ask you. You are just a shadow, and once you have no body, you can only disappear with it. Qi Zihuan said coldly, turned his head to Alaisa who was scarred all over the hospital bed, and asked softly, "Let me ask you, are you willing to die?" ”

Between the bloodstained bandages, a pair of emotionless eyes were revealed, looking directly at Qi Zihuan.

After a long time, the eyeballs moved from top to bottom once.

I'm willing to die.

Qi Zihuan raised the wooden sword, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Alesha's heart.

The dark side of Alesa stood in a pool of blood, and did not move, as she said, after fulfilling her long-cherished wish for revenge, she had no other thoughts, and had accepted such a fate calmly.

"Alesa! Aleisha ...... My daughter ......"

Seeing Qi Zihuan's movements, Dalia suddenly shouted, but he didn't seem to know whether he should stop it, and his voice became smaller and smaller in hesitation.

The tip of the sword went into the flesh and inserted it precisely into the gap between the ribs.

The round eyes that had been open for thirty years finally closed.

There was nothing shaking or cracking, just the blood and rust in the church were fading, and a ray of sunlight jumped out of the window.

Standing in the center of the church, the little girl who had borne all the negative energy of Aretha gradually became nothing, turning into a black fire swaying in the wind, ready to breathe.

The sunlight is constantly expanding, and the whole church is getting brighter and brighter.

Under the sun, except for a little dust, the tables and chairs were as clean as new, there were no corpses, no blood, no sin.

When Rose saw that the church had returned to its original state, she let go of her hand that had been tightly covering Sharon's eyes and ears.

Sharon looked around in confusion, feeling like she had been sleepwalking again.

The black fire flickered and went out.

"It's okay, baby, we're going home, Daddy is still waiting for us at home." Rose bent down and touched her daughter's hair and said softly. "Doctor Qi has cured your illness, and you will never have nightmares again in the future."

Suddenly, a white paper crane suddenly flew out of Sharon's collar, rushed in front of her, and pecked hard with a flick of his head.

There was a slight distortion in the void, and a small ball of black fire appeared out of thin air.

Qi Zihuan walked closer, there was no wooden sword in his hand, like when he was a child holding a small net to catch dragonflies, and gently covered the black fire with the exquisite wooden tower.

He picked off the white paper crane in the air and unfolded it flat, which was exactly the painting that Sharon normally painted.

In the painting, there is a smiling sun, a green tree, a smiling mother and herself under the tree.

Rose took Sharon's hand and walked out the door.

Qi Zihuan and Sybil also glanced at each other and slowly followed.

"Why? Why didn't she kill me? Daria, the unkempt madwoman, asked aloud.

Sybil turned his head, looked at her sympathetically, and replied softly, "Because you are her mother." ”

"In the eyes of the child, the mother is God."