Although it was only seven o'clock in the morning, there were already many townspeople in the small church who came to pray.

The nuns in white robes chanted poetry in low voices, and priests in black robes led the crowd in prayer to the nameless, formless, and omnipresent god of light.

Sunlight shines through the church's high dome and stained glass windows, casting a sacred and solemn aura over the scene.

Xia Ming did not bother, and waited until the prayer was over and the crowd dispersed before he walked towards Pearson.

"Good morning, Mr. Xia Ming, did you have a good rest last night?"

Pearson's kind and kind smile didn't make Xia Ming let his guard down.

"I have something to talk to you about alone, is it convenient?" His tone was not polite at all.

"Of course it's convenient."

Pearson smiled, looking really like an amiable old man, and led Xia Ming to a small room.

"This is the confession room, the room where the townspeople confess their sins or confide their thoughts to the priests and nuns, and Sheena usually listens to the troubles of the townspeople and calms their restlessness."

Xia Ming didn't want to hear him introduce these things, and the spiritual energy swung in his body, and a blade of light emerged from his hand.

The scorching blade of light, which could cut steel as easily as clay, was slashed at the neck of old Pearson, and the old skin was startled into a cold sweat.

"Mr. Xia Ming, you ...... What are you doing here? ”

Anyway, in the dream world, Xia Ming didn't bother to be vain, so he went straight to the point, and asked in a fierce tone:

"Less nonsense! Tell me honestly, Sheena is not mind controlled by you! ”

He pushed the blade forward, the scythe of death almost clinging to the skin of old Pearson's neck, causing him to feel a tingling pain, as if death was really coming in the next second.

But that's when something strange happened.

Pearson, who was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat just now, suddenly showed a weird smile to Xia Ming, and then took the initiative to send his neck forward.

The blade of light as sharp as a broken hair easily cut his throat, trachea, arteries and veins.

At the same time, there was a click of twisting the doorknob.

As soon as Hina walked in the door, she saw the frightened scene of her esteemed bishop being cut by Xia Ming.

She didn't let out a scream, nor did she show any shock and dazedness, and closed the door, first looking at Pearson, who had lost his voice, with a standard and proper smile.

"Bishop, do you need any help?"

Pearson Sr. couldn't answer Sheena's question because he was dead.

She waited for a while and didn't get a response, so she looked at Xia Ming with a smile again, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and asked with a slight bow:

"Mr. Xia Ming, do you need any help?"

Xia Ming was so shocked and speechless that he couldn't speak.

Whether it was the strange suicide of old Pearson or the abnormal performance of Sheena who turned a blind eye, it made him feel that this dream world was really absurd and bizarre.

Lao Pi, I'm just a symbolic knife for a comparison, I just want to ask for some information, I really didn't want to kill you, why haven't I even used the force to make a real threat?

And Sheena, such a big living person died in front of you, and you really didn't see it, and asked him if he needed help?

You're really a programmed robot puppet!

After waiting for a while and not getting a response from Xia Ming, Hina nodded politely, leaned over to say goodbye to him, opened the cubicle in the confession room, and sat quietly inside, silently and silently.

The compartment is divided into two halves, and on one side sits the priests and nuns who listen to confessions and troubles, and on the other side there is a chair on which the troubled or ashamed parishioners sit and express their repentance to the priests and nuns behind the partition.

There was only one small hole in the wall of the partition that could pass through the sound and was covered by a black cloth, Xia Ming threw the old skin's body to the ground, sat on the chair, and said to the small hole behind the black cloth:

"Sister Nun, I just accidentally killed a person by mistake, although that person took the initiative to hit my knife and commit suicide, but if I hadn't threatened him, he might not have been sent to death, I feel very guilty now, Sister Nun, what should I do?"

Behind the black cloth came the voice of Hina's gentle and tolerant big sister.

"Although you have done wrong, as long as you are guilty and lost, the gods will have mercy on you and forgive your ignorance."

"From now on, change your mind, be a kind and enthusiastic good person, be a good person who helps others without asking for anything in return, the more good you do, the more your sins will be lightened."

"Erring child, lost lamb, do as the gods instruct, and your heart will be at eternal peace and peace."

"But sister, if you come out from behind the partition now, and with your selfless and loving heart, to contain my sins, and forgive my transgressions, I think my heart will now be at peace."

Click.

The partition door opened.

Sheena walked up to Xia Ming, gently hugged him in her arms, gently smoothed his frowning brows, and the tense muscles gradually smoothed to loose and soft.

"Now, are you feeling better?"

Xia Ming, who was in his arms, didn't answer the question, and suddenly asked a topic in turn.

"Sister Nun, you are so good, no matter who needs help as long as you are willing to lend a selfless hand, then if one day, Lao Pi and I urgently need your help at the same time, but you can only allocate time and energy to help one of them, help one of them, and the other will die because he can't get your help, who will you choose to help?"

Sheena's hand to appease Xia Ming suddenly stopped.

It was like a computer running at high speed suddenly crashed, and she was stunned for a while before replying:

"I'll choose to help you, because the Bishop has just died."

"Okay, then I'll put it another way, let's say Lao Pi is not dead, suppose I have some endless conflicts with him, and we all need your help to kill each other, then who will you help kill whom?" Xia Ming asked again.

Hina was silent for a while before she spoke slowly:

"Under the light, everyone is equal, and I will help everyone in need equally. I will help Mr. Pearson kill you, and I will help you kill Mr. Pearson. ”

Good guys, what you're doing is to kill us all?

"So, last question, Sheena, I'm dying, Pearson seems to have some kind of psionic curse on him, and if he dies, the person who killed him will die soon because of the curse."

Xia Ming said: "Pearson's last wish, the last help he wants to ask you is to never save me, let me die under the curse." And I am now making a request to you, asking you to do everything you can to save me, I don't want to die. ”

"Sheena, which side do you choose?"

This time, Sheena fell silent for longer than before.

After a long time, she lowered her head and looked blankly at the young man in her arms, her voice lost its former gentle calmness, and became so dazed and helpless.

"I ...... I don't know ......."

However, the boy in his arms could no longer hear her answer.

He had stopped breathing, and fell into eternal peace and calm in her arms.

He's dead.