Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

This civil war had completely turned the two sides's eyes red. The higher ups of the Paris Commune had decided to kill everyone for their lack of morals in order to take revenge on the government for massacring the civilians.

The Paris Commune didn't want to kill him initially, but wanted to be of personal character instead. After Blanqui was captured, the commune had sent people over to negotiate with him before hoping to exchange for Blanqui back with the Archbishop.

However, Thiers had always refused them. Even when the commune was willing to exchange 75 high-ranked hostages for Blanqui, they had still been rejected by Thiers.

From that moment onwards, the commune knew that Thiers was their life or death enemy, and that the enemy's goal was to destroy the commune physically!

The war had reached a point where there was no retreat. When the left bank of Paris had been completely recaptured by the government forces, and even the right bank was now in ruins, the butcher's knife finally slashed at the hostages.

It had to be said that the power of faith was still strong, even though the people of France had all sorts of rumors and jokes that ridiculed the Church and the priest.

Of course, there were indeed many acts of the clergy that were repulsive, even criminal!

However, to be able to reach the level of Da Wabool and his assistant, their spirit would be purer and their faith more pious!

The six of them lined up in a row. The soldiers wanted to give the black cloth that covered their eyes, but they were rejected by the priests. They didn't have any fear of death, but they had a kind of martyred fanaticism!

They embraced and shook hands, making their last farewells and blessings, as if they had already seen the gates of heaven open and angels blaring their horns, waiting for them to fly up.

Death had actually become a reward to escape suffering!

Raoult Rigo looked at them, "Do you have anything else to say? Are there any last words? "

The six of them silently drew a cross in their hearts as they chanted their prayers. No one paid attention to Davabool's clamoring. The flustered and exasperated Da Waber fiercely cursed.

"You still want to put on a show when you're about to die? "Stop preaching, no one will believe your lies …"

"Archers, get ready …" Rigaud drew his pistol.

A row of gunners raised their rifles and took aim. The archbishop looked at them indifferently and suddenly realized that the people who were executing the gunmen were very young. The ones facing him were probably only around seventeen or eighteen, while the rest were around fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Why? Why would a group of children be allowed to do such a thing? " The archbishop was getting angry.

Raoult Rigo laughed coldly, "Haha … Why? I'll tell you why, because all these kids are trying to kill you! "

"Their loved ones were all killed by Thiers's army. They have a deep grudge against you!"

Darvabel looked at the children with a pained expression. "God bless you..." "Lost children, God bless you …"

Blessing from the bottom of his heart did not pacify the wound where the hatred had pierced. The child facing Davabool had pulled the trigger without even waiting for an order.

"Pa …" The sound of the gun rang out and the bullet pierced the archbishop's stomach. He fell to his knees in pain.

Pah pah pah … The other children also pulled the triggers, and the bullets hit the Priests who were praying!

Darvabel put his hand over his wound and struggled to get up again, while the boy busily reloaded.

"With my blood... Clean up the hatred in your heart... I still pray... God bless you... "

"Pa …" Another gunshot rang out. This time, the bullet had pierced the archbishop's right lung, causing him to be unable to stand up any longer. He was kneeling on the ground, spitting out blood.

As he was dying, the archbishop's consciousness began to wander. He saw a familiar eye in the corner. It was the mouse that had accompanied him for so many months.

"You … He actually came out of his cell? "This place is dangerous, hurry up and leave …"

All of a sudden, Mouse actually spoke up, "I can see through people, I can even smell danger …" I have already seen your slaughter and hatred for a thousand years … "

While speaking, the mouse suddenly transformed into a ball of light, a warm ball of light!

Archbishop Davabool smiled. "My Lord, you did not abandon me... "So it turns out that you have always been by my side …"

That ball of light produced a warm voice, "Actually, I've always been accompanying everyone. It's just that because of my own prejudice and confusion, humans have treated me like some kind of strange thing …"

"In prison, your heart is always worried about the killing outside. You have been influenced by the dark forces for a long time … "So what you see is a mouse, and a mouse is actually your heart …"

"If your heart is sunny, perhaps you will be accompanied by a white pigeon... "Who knows, even I don't know what you want me to become …"

"Aren't you omnipotent? Can't you control your changing appearance? "Then can you put an end to this war?" Darvabel asked bitterly.

From the light came a voice, "My child, I'm sorry I can't..." Why? Because the war will always be a matter for both sides. The A side has requested for me to win, so if I intervene, then the B side will be cruel! "

"But if I don't interfere, then to the first party, I'm not going to be effective... The same principle can also be given to Party B … "

"In other words, in the extreme conflict between humans, I cannot side with either side … "Because all of these actions are wrong. Some people will laugh and some people will cry …"

"As for everyone else, they are actually all my children. They are all sheep out of the way …"

"Is there no other way?" The archbishop was in despair.

"There's no other way. It's like two people snatching the same business deal and both of them want to earn money. May I ask who should I give it to? You want me to be nice, so how can I satisfy both competitors? "

"Child, you are not actually born into this world to pursue fairness, justice, wealth, and power … "Even though you are the noble emperor, your life is still only seventy to eighty years, and is as short as the glow of a firefly …"

"The life of a human is just an exam. Everyone's test papers are different, and there are different levels of difficulty as well. All of the suffering … It's just a series of questions! "

"My God! Did I pass my test? "Can you tell me the results …" Darvabel asked.

"There is no assessor, even if there is... And that judge wouldn't have human emotions... Your question has no answer... "

"You really want to know? Then we'll have to ask you about your heart... Are you at ease? "

He left the world smiling at the last moment. The last thing he said to the world was, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said.

"My heart is at peace … No hate, no love … "

Six corpses were lying on the ground, blood flowing everywhere. The young gunners gathered together and whispered, "Why does that person seem to be talking to something before his death?"

"That's right, what mouse and pigeon thing …" He even said something about taking an exam or something … Is he crazy? "

"I've never heard of it. Is the archbishop crazy? Could it be … Is there a ghost in this prison? "

When a ghost appeared in their hearts, they would sense the presence of an external force. At that moment, a chilly wind blew past, causing everyone to feel goosebumps all over their bodies.