Help, they came out of my dream to catch me!

Chapter 48 He's Dead

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

The nuns in white nuns chanted hymns in a low voice, and the priests in black robes led the crowd to pray to the nameless, invisible, omnipresent God of Light.

The sun shines through the high dome and stained glass windows of the church, casting a sacred and solemn atmosphere on this scene.

Xia Ming didn't bother him. He didn't walk towards Pearson until the prayer ended and the crowd dispersed.

"Good morning, Mr. Xia Ming, did you rest well last night?"

Pearson's friendly smile did not make Xia Ming relax his vigilance.

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

"Of course it's convenient."

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

"This is the confessional room, the room where the townspeople confess their mistakes or confide their thoughts to the priests and nuns. Hina usually listens to the townspeople's troubles in this room and calms 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 that could cut steel as easily as cutting mud was drawn on Old Pearson's neck, making Old Pear break out in a cold sweat from fright.

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

Anyway, in the dream world, Xia Ming didn't bother to make excuses, so he cut straight to the point and asked in a fierce tone:
"Stop talking nonsense! Tell me honestly, is Hina being mind-controlled by you!"

He pushed the light blade forward, and the death scythe was almost pressed against the skin of Old Pearson's neck, making him feel a tingling pain, as if death would really come in a second.

But at this moment, something strange happened.

Pearson, who was in a cold sweat from fear just now, suddenly showed a weird smile to Xia Ming, and then took the initiative to move his neck forward.

The light blade, as sharp as a blown 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, she saw the frightened scene of her respected bishop having his throat cut by Xia Ming.

She didn't scream, nor did she show any shock or bewilderment. She closed the door and looked at Pearson, who had lost his voice, with a standard smile.

"My lord, do you need any help?"

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

She waited for a while and did not get a response, so she smiled and looked at Xia Ming again, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, leaned slightly and asked:

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

Xia Ming was so shocked that he was speechless.

Whether it was Old Pearson's weird suicide or Hina's abnormal behavior like turning a blind eye, he felt that this dream world was really absurd and bizarre.

Old Pi, I'm just symbolically gesticulating with the knife. I just want to ask for some information. I didn't intend to kill you. Why did you kill yourself before I made a real threat?
And Hina, such a big living person died in front of you, you really didn't see it, and asked him if he needed help?
You really are a programmed robot puppet!

After waiting for a while without Xia Ming's response, Hina nodded politely, bowed to say goodbye to him, opened the compartment inside the confession room, and sat quietly in it, silently and without saying a word.

The compartment is divided into two halves by a partition. On one side are the priests and nuns who are listening to their confessions and troubles, and on the other side is a chair. The parishioners who are troubled or ashamed sit on this chair and face the priest behind the partition. The nuns tell their hearts and express their repentance.

There was only one small hole on the partition wall that could transmit sound, and it was covered by a black cloth. Xia Ming threw Lao Pi's body on the ground, sat on a chair, and said to the small hole behind the black cloth:
"Sister nun, I just accidentally killed someone by mistake. Although that person committed suicide by bumping into my knife, if I hadn't threatened him, he might not have died. I feel very guilty now. Sister nun, I what to do?"

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

"Although you have done something wrong, but as long as you still feel guilty and realize that you have lost your way, Lord God will pity your sins and forgive your ignorance."

"From now on, start to change your mind and become a kind and enthusiastic good person, and be a good person who helps others without asking for anything in return. The more good you do, the less sin you will have on your body."

"Child who made a mistake, lost lamb, please follow the instructions of the gods, and your heart will get eternal peace and tranquility."

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

A click.

The partition door opened.

Hina walked to Xia Ming's side, gently hugged him in her arms, and gently smoothed his frowning brows. The tense muscles gradually smoothed to loose and soft.

"Now, do you feel better?"

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

"Sister nun, 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 need your help urgently at the same time, but you can only allocate time and energy to help One of them, if you help one of them, the other will die because you can't get your help, who will you choose to help?"

Hina's movements to comfort Xia Ming suddenly stopped.

It was as if a computer running at high speed suddenly crashed. She was in a daze for a while before replying:
"I will choose to help you, because the Bishop died just now."

"Okay, let me put it another way, assuming that Old Pi is not dead, and assuming that I have some endless conflicts with him, and we both need your help to kill each other, then who will you help kill whom?" Xia Ming asked again.

Hina was silent for a while, and then slowly said:
"Under the light, everyone is equal. I will help everyone in need equally. I will help Mr. Pearson kill you, and I will help you kill Mr. Pearson."

Good guy, your so-called help is to kill us all?
"So, the last question, Xina, I'm about to die. Pearson seems to have some kind of psychic curse that ends with him. After 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, the last thing he wants to ask for your help is never to cure me and let me die under the curse. And now I send a request to you, begging you to do everything possible to save me, I don't want to die."

"Xina, which side do you choose?"

This time, Hina was silent longer than ever before.

After a long time, she lowered her head and looked blankly at the boy in her arms, her voice lost the gentle calmness of the past, 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 quietly fell into eternal peace and tranquility in her arms.

he died.

(End of this chapter)