He is dead

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

The nuns in white nuns recited poetry in a low voice, and the priests in black robes led the crowd to pray to the nameless, invisible and omnipresent God of light.

The sun shines through the church's high dome and stained glass windows, giving this scene a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Xia Ming did not interrupt. He 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 did not make Xia Ming relax his vigilance.

"I have something to talk to you about alone. Is that convenient?" His tone was not polite at all.

"Of course it's convenient."

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

"This is the confessional, a room where the townspeople confess their mistakes or talk to the priests and sisters, or express their concerns. Sheena usually spends time in this room listening to the worries of the townspeople and soothing their restlessness."

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

The scorching light blade, which could cut through steel as easily as through mud, was struck on old Pearson's neck, scaring Old Pi into a cold sweat.

"Mr. Xia Ming, you...what are you doing?"

Anyway, in the dream world, Xia Ming was too lazy to make excuses and went straight to the point, asking in a fierce tone:

"Stop talking nonsense! Tell me honestly, has Xina been mind-controlled by you guys?"

He pushed the light blade forward, and the death's scythe was almost close to the skin of old Pearson's neck, making him feel a stinging pain, as if death would really come in the next second.

But just then, something strange happened.

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

The light blade, as sharp as blowing hair off, easily cut open his throat, trachea, arteries and veins.

At the same time, a click of the door handle was heard.

As soon as Xina walked in, she saw the horrifying scene of her respected bishop having his throat cut by Xia Ming.

She didn't scream or show any shock or confusion. She closed the door and looked at the voiceless Pearson with a standard and decent smile.

"My Lord Bishop, do you need any help?"

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

She waited for a while but received no response, so she looked at Xia Ming with a smile, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, leaned forward slightly and asked:

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

Xia Ming was so shocked that he could not speak.

Whether it was old Pearson's strange suicide or Sheena's abnormal behavior of turning a blind eye, he felt that this dream world was really absurd and bizarre.

Old Pi, I'm just gesticulating with a symbolic knife. I just want to extract some information and I really don't want to kill you. How come I haven't even made a serious threat yet and you've killed yourself?

And Xina, when such a big living person died in front of you, you really pretended not to see it and asked him if he needed help?

You are really a programmed robot!

After waiting for a while and receiving no response from Xia Ming, Xina nodded politely, leaned over to say goodbye to him, opened the partition in the confessional, and sat quietly inside, silently and without saying a word.

The cubicle is divided into two halves by a partition. On one side sit the priests and nuns listening to confessions and worries, and on the other side there is a chair. The parishioners who are worried or ashamed sit on this chair and face the priest behind the partition.

The nun talks about her heart and expresses her repentance.

There was only a small hole in the partition wall through which sound could pass through, which was covered with black cloth. Xia Ming threw Lao Pi's body to the ground, sat on a chair, and said to the small hole behind the black cloth:

"Sister Sister, I just accidentally killed a person by mistake. Although that person took the initiative to hit my knife and commit suicide, if I hadn't threatened him, he might not have died. I feel very guilty now. Sister Sister, I

what to do?"

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

"Although you have done something wrong, as long as you still feel guilty and know your way back, the gods will have mercy on your sins and forgive your ignorance."

"From now on, change your mind and become a kind and enthusiastic person, a good person who helps others without expecting anything in return. The more good you do, the less sinful you will be."

"Children who have made mistakes, lost lambs, please follow the instructions of the gods, and your heart will gain eternal peace and tranquility."

"But sister nun, if you come out from behind the partition now and use your selfless and loving mind to accommodate my sins and forgive my mistakes, I think my heart will be at peace now."

There was a click.

The partition door opened.

Xina walked to Xia Ming, held him in her arms gently, and gently smoothed his frown, and the tight muscles gradually became relaxed and soft.

"Do you feel better now?"

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

"Sister Sister, you are so kind. No matter who needs help, you are willing to lend a selfless helping hand. So if one day, Lao Pi and I are in urgent need of your help at the same time, but you can only allocate time and energy to help.

If you help one of them, the other will die because he doesn't get your help. Who will you choose to help?"

Xina's movements to comfort Xia Ming suddenly stopped.

It was like a computer that was running at high speed suddenly crashed. She was in a daze for a while before she answered:

"I will choose to help you because the bishop died just now."

"Okay, let me put it another way, assuming that Lao Pi is not dead yet, assuming that he and I have some endless conflicts, and we both need your help to kill each other, then who will you help kill whom?"

Xia Ming asked again.

Xina was silent for a while, then slowly said:

"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 guy, what you mean by helping is to kill us all?

"Then, the last question, Sheena, I am about to die. Pearson seems to have some spiritual curse that will lead to death. If he dies, the person who killed him will also die soon due to the onset of the curse."

Xia Ming said: "Pearson's last wish and the last help he wanted to ask you for was to never save me and let me die under the curse. And now I am making a request to you, asking you to do everything possible to save me.

I don’t want to die.”

"Xina, which side do you choose?"

This time, Xina fell silent for longer than ever before.

For a long time, she lowered her head and looked blankly at the boy in her arms. Her voice lost its former gentleness and calmness, and became so confused and helpless.

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

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

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

he died.
Chapter completed!