The Spirit World

Chapter 203: Rest in peace
[Five thirty-five, Wenti County Cathedral]

The benches in the church are very wide, long and neatly arranged. Several old people are still praying silently. The murals of the statues in the church seem to be pieced together from colorful glass. The statues are not very solemn, but rather peaceful and lovely. They also exist as the large windows of the entire church. As long as there is light, they will bring colorful "divine light" to the church. At dusk, the golden and vermilion light mixed together and brought hazy colorful colors through the statues. The huge sculpture of the Virgin Mary also opened its majestic arms, embracing its people with the motherhood of God. The peaceful and slightly closed eyes looked kindly at everything in the church. The square wooden benches were already illuminated by the light, and the hunched bodies were sitting on the benches. The setting sun shone on the bright glass and came to the old people, as if bathing in the sacred light.

The door was wide open, and it was noticeably dark in other places.

A little boy walked in slowly. He had nothing on him. His blond-white hair looked a dull yellow in the dim light and stood up like dead grass.

He walked gently along the two rows of tables and chairs in the auditorium. On the red carpet, the setting sun shining through the statues of the gods began to turn blood red. He passed through the darkness and came into the light, which was so bright that it was like a god descending from heaven. He stopped, as if he was observing everything here.

The lights in the church slowly turned on, as if welcoming the child standing in the light.

Chang Yufeng came here, of course, because of one person - Locke.

Locke wanted to fake his death so much, so let him have his wish. Since he fantasized about such a thing, there was absolutely no way to stop him from doing such a thing. No one wanted to die, but a dead person shouldn't think about living again, so let him die.

This is the rest for the dead. If there is still someone who wants to die alive in this world, it is really a headache. What's more, the account of Erica's harm has not been settled yet. No matter what, what kind of disgusting guy would be the one who gave such a cruel order to Erica.

The pain of having one's lungs almost punctured had to be endured by a child. If it were my old self, I would have only cried while holding Erica's body, blaming myself for being useless and unable to save anyone.

Life like that was too hard to bear. I cried until I was blind and went to die. I was reborn again and again.

An old lady stood up tremblingly. She seemed to have finished praying and was ready to leave.

"Grandma... have you seen Locke? He still owes my mother money..." Chang Yufeng watched the old lady stand up tremblingly. The dim sunlight was indescribably low. Even under God's feet, would there be dust floating? The dust was raised by the small movements and slowly floated in the afterglow of the sunset.

"Locken...Locken's funeral is over..." The old lady walked towards Chang Yufeng little by little, and the other elderly people sitting in their seats looked here.

"Lorcan has no money to pay you back, he's dead..." The old lady shook her head: "Lorcan owes you a lot of money."

"But, an uncle just said that Locke is in here..." Chang Yufeng's baby voice was very loud, and it had such power even in the church, which was too quiet.

"He lied to you... kid..." The old lady slowly came over and touched Chang Yufeng's head: "Oh, how pitiful... damn guy, he even lied to a child..."

Her hands were full of calluses. She pulled up some of the child's hair, making it difficult for her to touch the child. She reached into her pocket as if she had thought of something. The pockets of her coarse cloth clothes were full of grease stains. This old woman must be a cook.

"Here... I'll give you a candy... Don't be fooled by adults again." The old lady put the candy in Chang Yufeng's palm.

"But... that uncle said it's in here..." Chang Yufeng lowered his head in frustration, looking at the candy.

"He's dead... kid... do you know what dead means? Dead means he no longer exists. He can't pay your mother back... you need to find someone else to pay him back." Another old man sitting on the chair turned around and looked at the two of them, his pale hair and wrinkled face.

"But..." The frustration on her face turned into crying, and her two dimples began to squeeze together.

"Old guys... do you have any money... let's pool some together and send him back... I guess it's his mother's problem. Let the kids come to collect the debt..." The old lady seemed to know several of the elderly people present. She was very old, so she was a little arrogant?
"It's gone... The pension that old man Longxu gave us is long gone!" The old man turned his head away and waved his hands. "Wuwuwu..." Chang Yufeng wiped his tears.

"What? Are you afraid to go back?" The old lady still touched Chang Yufeng's head unconsciously.

"What should we do? Don't worry about it, old woman... There will be a lot of people like this recently... We can't afford it." The old man stood up and took his crutches.

"Oh...what should I do?" The old lady looked at Chang Yufeng rubbing his eyes, feeling a little sad.

"It's okay, grandma..." Chang Yufeng rubbed his eyes and wiped away his tears. He sat down on the bench, choking with sobs.

"Then... let's go... Oh... there are too many things like this..." The old man also sighed.

The old lady also shook her head: "Ah..."

The old lady and the old man began to leave slowly, and when they left the church, there was only one old man left.

The old man in another position also slowly stood up.

Little cries and sobs echoed through the church.

"Oh..." The old man shook his head: "Is there no way? Locke owes you money, you should ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs for help. The person is buried." The old man also walked away slowly with a cane.

"Yeah... How could a buried person be here?" Chang Yufeng wiped away his tears and took out the sword. The green sword was across his arm. There was no light, just emerald green, glowing red in the deepening sunset.

"So, kid, you've come to the wrong place..." The old man walked very slowly, and his crutch tapped the ground, making a crisp sound.

"You're not making a wrong choice..." Chang Yufeng stood up, swung his sword, and a gust of wind blew away all the dust in the church.

"Kid...you are not allowed to use weapons in the church. You will be punished by the Virgin Mary..." The old man looked at Chang Yufeng. His skin was badly wrinkled and the age spots on it began to look like protruding points. He looked so old.

"Grandpa, will the Virgin Mary give people nightmares?" The green sword seemed to be furious, and the green light kept flowing on the little boy's body.

"The Virgin Mary is the one who forgives sinners. She won't let people have nightmares." The old man walked slowly, his hunched back was so short. The dusk had passed, only the night was left. The moonlight from the early moon shining into the church was not that bright, just some faint moonlight.

"I think so." Chang Yufeng shook his head, held the sword horizontally in front of him, and said word by word: "My light connects the spirits to all realms."

If I don’t write about touching on darkness, then that is also a kind of darkness.

Why is Locke like a victim? Because I think Chang Yufeng is not wrong, but he is also wrong. After so many reincarnations, he is not as kind as before.

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(End of this chapter)