At night, after drinking the broth sent by the lovely girl Angelo, Xia Dong, who felt that his body had recovered a lot, walked out of the room and sat on the stone bench in the garden, he raised his head to look at the bright full moon in the sky.

Such a scene made him can't help but start thinking of the earth, thinking of his parents, thinking of Hua Wei, uh, and even thinking of the queen and thunder who used to admire the moon together in the past.

It has been almost a year since he came to this world, but there is still no news of the whereabouts of his parents and Hua Wei, and the group of kidnappers once said that they could guarantee their safety for ten years, and I don't know whether the road is true or not.

Counting,I'm really a failure.,In the past year, I haven't even figured out an effective way to find my parents Hua Wei.,I remember a lot of novels I've read before.,The protagonists in it are all dominating the world in minutes after crossing over.,It's not too simple to play with the major forces.。

"Whew!" With a long sigh, Xia Dong gradually lost his mind against the silver moon.

……

"You are Miss, you were Miss in your last life!" Hua Wei's dignified smile but ruthless appearance in her mouth slowly emerged.

The picture changed, Hua Wei's elegant and beautiful neck like a swan was raised slightly, and her face was full of innocent expressions, "Ah, I'm bored in the afternoon, what should I do?" ”

The picture changed again, stretched out her slender white tender fingers and made a loud voice, Hua Wei said boldly: "Let's go!" ”

……

Suddenly, the face in front of him that made him miss suddenly turned into a terrible appearance of bleeding from seven holes, and the bitter voice seemed to come from all directions, "Murderer, give me back my life!" ”

Immediately afterwards, countless terrifying corpses appeared, all of them with terrifying scars on their bodies, and they all stretched out their hands to themselves, "Give me back my life......

This sudden change made Xia Dong couldn't help but shudder, looking at the souls who were getting closer and closer, he suddenly pulled out the dagger in his boot and slashed at them, but these souls were completely immune to attacks like the monster that forced Xia Dong to jump off the cliff before, no matter how vain Xia Dong swung the dagger around, he still kept approaching him.

Seeing that the unjust soul in the front had stretched out the twisted and bloody fingers in front of Xia Dong's eyes, the picture changed again in an instant, everything just now disappeared, and all the unjust souls were gone, only the empty garden under the cold moonlight, and the stone table and stone bench that seemed to have been violently destroyed by themselves.

Taking a few heavy breaths, Xia Dong slowly squatted down and hugged his head weakly.

What's wrong with me?

Schizophrenia? Or is there really a curse of the dead?

Early the next morning, Xia Dong, who was woken up by the church bells, walked out of the room, and when he saw the collapsed and messy stone tables and other objects in the garden, his already haggard face had a little more gloom, and he walked along the corridor, and soon saw the tall and majestic temple that was slightly old.

After standing outside the door for a moment, he entered through the open door, and there were very few believers inside the large temple, about ten people, and most of them were old men.

Looking at the people praying seriously in front of him, Xia Dong thought about it, found a place next to him and sat down gently, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere around him made him feel very comfortable, even if he was just sitting here, it seemed to be able to calm the restlessness from his heart, and he was no longer full of some bloodthirsty and cruel desire at all times.

Sitting in the back, he watched quietly as Pastor Abraham led the crowd in prayer and then began to preach the teachings of the Most High God.

"The Most High God says, Be kind to your neighbors and your friends, and treat them as yourself."

"The Most High God says: Walk on the path of good, and always be vigilant against evil."

"The Most High God says, 'Whoever walks in his way will receive his gift.'"

……

After listening to the sermon for a long time, most of the people began to leave, and when they passed by the strange Xia Dong, they would show a kind smile, nod and greet them kindly.

In the face of their friendliness, Xia Dong also responded one by one, and in this simple interaction, his mood suddenly became relaxed and happy, no longer as empty as before, like a dry and dead dry pond.

Xia Dong, who was in a slightly happy mood, turned his head to look ahead, only to see that Abraham had already sat in a dark room, and one of the two or three old men left behind was also sitting next door.

Could this be the legendary confession?

Silently watching a refreshed old man leave the church, Xia Dong's heart suddenly moved, and an idea came to him, he stood up, walked quickly to the front of the hall, and immediately got into the last confessor after leaving the small room.

Abraham, who was next door, was slightly surprised when he looked at the figure who was sitting in quickly, but he quickly came back to his senses and asked in a gentle voice, "Son, what do you need to repent?" ”

Although the other party would definitely be able to guess who he was, or that he had already guessed who he was, Xia Dong still subconsciously replied in a hoarse voice: "I have a question, you said that God teaches us to do good and avoid evil, so what is good?" What is evil? ”

"Helping others for good, helping oneself for good, harming others for evil, harming oneself for evil." The old pastor's gentle voice was short, but it seemed to contain profound wisdom.

Clenching his fists, Xia Dong asked again: "What if the victim has no choice?" What if he doesn't harm others, but he harms himself? ”

After a long silence, an answer finally came from the other side: "Don't harm others, don't harm yourself, fate will always have a third choice, just look hard to find it." ”

Shaking his head dissatisfied, Xia Dong asked again: "If a soldier is going to be killed if he doesn't kill on the battlefield, you tell me if he chooses?" Without waiting for an answer, he added: "If he flees the battlefield and the civilians of the kingdom are killed by the enemy, what should he do?" ”

The suffocating silence lasted longer, and just when Xia Dong couldn't help but feel a little remorseful in his heart, reflecting that he shouldn't have brought emotions into it, and shouldn't have embarrassed his benefactor, a resolute voice came, "If that person will kill innocents indiscriminately, it is evil, and eliminating evil is good, and the soldier is elected to kill." ”

After hesitating for a moment, Xia Dong couldn't help but continue to ask: "What if the soldiers of the enemy country are also involuntarily killed?" Is he also evil? How should good and evil be judged? Who can judge? ”

As if sensing Xia Dong's inner struggle and depression, Abraham's usually kind face looked more kind: "You can ask your own heart, where there will be a scale to measure all your good and evil, if you do evil, it will cry and be sad, if you do good, it will cheer and dance." ”

Of course, this answer naturally couldn't satisfy Xia Dong, but he also knew that this question was too complicated, and what he was in front of was just an ordinary priest, so he didn't force it, and he didn't plan to continue to ask.

Unexpectedly, the old priest paused and said: "We don't have the vast wisdom of the three supreme gods, nor do we have the eyes of the supreme three gods who can see through the long river of fate, so for us, it is difficult to make a conclusion about the real good or bad of things, maybe we shouldn't care too much about the outcome of the worst of the worst, as long as you make this decision with the right heart in mind, it is better to leave the most righteous and wrong to the gods to judge, because that is the judgment that we can't escape." ”