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Chapter 170 Holy Fire Cleanses Sin

in the workshop.

Some people were pushed to the ground, screaming in pain.

Some people struggled in the thick smoke, being led to their deaths by the crowd.

Sister An seems to have fallen ill; she's trembling all over and can no longer stand.

She is not afraid of death.

She even thought it was cool to die on stage.

Because it's her own life, and she has the right to squander it.

But now?

Because of her coolness, because of her martyrdom, because of the perverted fan she raised, Huang Mao.

These hundreds of innocent kids in the audience, who just wanted to vent their youthful energy, will all be buried with her.

An indescribable sense of guilt overwhelmed her, gradually transforming into fear that dragged her into the abyss.

Her punk spirit, which she was so proud of, became a despicable and selfish joke in the face of hundreds of lives lost.

"No—this shouldn't be happening—"

Sister An's legs went weak, and she knelt down on the stage.

As she looked at the sea of ​​fire that was spreading in the distance, tears finally broke free of her dam.

He gripped the gaps in the stage with both hands, unaware that his fingernails were cracking and bleeding.

"Linzi—save them—"

At that moment, she was like a girl who knew she had done something wrong, grabbing Lin Yan's trouser leg and pleading desperately.

"I was wrong—I beg you, Linzi, save them."

Lin Yan lowered his head and looked at the distraught An Jie.

The crucial moment has finally arrived.

It was worth the long wait.

This knot in her heart became the nun's obsession later on.

What he had to do was to shatter this obsession within this illusion.

The workshop was already as hot as an oven.

Lin Yan made a hand seal with his left hand, wielding power and controlling the water in his heart to suppress the fire.

His right hand forms scissors, representing power, separation, and an attempt to break through the window and escape.

But the power of the illusion suppressed this space, just like the great fire before the second cycle.

The seemingly fragile glass was now like a bulletproof steel plate, remaining completely unmoved in the face of the separation authority.

This place was originally a space built from the nun's resentment, and in this space-time, no one but herself could help her break free from this predicament.

Fortunately, the water-based method had some effect, barely managing to stop the fire from spreading.

Amidst the thick smoke, some people had already collapsed to the ground due to lack of oxygen.

Cries, curses, and the crackling of flames mingled together, and a symphony of death began to play.

Sister An knelt on the stage, her eyes vacant, her fingernails digging into her flesh, drawing blood.

Just then, a row of lights suddenly appeared outside the workshop's iron gate.

Someone is coming.

"Help! People outside, break down the door!"

Under the cover of Lin Yanshui's wall, several people escaped to the iron gate.

They lay prone at the bottom of the iron gate, trying to call for help from the people outside through the gaps.

Anjie heard the noise.

She stumbled and scrambled to her feet from the stage and rushed toward the door.

Lin Yan followed behind her, supporting the water wall to cover her as she moved forward.

Finally, she was able to see the outside world through the crack in the iron gate.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The people coming from outside weren't firefighters; they didn't even have buckets of water.

They were elderly people and women from the town.

Holding flashlights and torches, they orderly surrounded the burning prison.

They seemed indifferent to the life or death of the people inside, simply standing there indifferently and solemnly.

Standing at the very front of the crowd was a middle-aged man wearing a suit and a top hat.

The man held a black ruler in his hand.

The firelight shone on his face.

"dad----"

"Sister An murmured in disbelief."

He was the godfather of the only church in town.

It was her biological father who had declared that he was severing ties with her.

"Open the door, Dad!"

"That lunatic with blond hair locked the door! Break it down, there are hundreds of people inside!"

As soon as Sister An grabbed the iron gate handle, it made a sizzling sound like roasting meat.

She was completely oblivious, continuing to plead with those outside the door.

The Godfather did not move.

He stood less than a meter from the iron gate, silently watching his daughter in the sea of ​​fire.

Lin Yan originally thought that this old man, whom he had met once before, would glare at him angrily.

At the very least, there will be a ruthless purge.

But he didn't. On the contrary, his gaze was so gentle it was chilling.

His eyes were slightly red, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Anna, are you in pain?"

The Godfather's voice came through.

He was as loving as he was when he told Auntie Bible stories by her bedside when she was a child.

Sister An was stunned.

"I know you're in pain. The doctor has already told me that a seed planted by a devil has grown in your brain."

The Godfather slowly removed his top hat and pressed it to his chest.

Looking at his daughter through the raging flames, his voice was filled with sorrow.

"That's because you betrayed the choir; you desecrated the voice the Lord gave you."

"Your soul has been tainted by sin, so the Lord has brought down punishment."

Sister An couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"What are you talking about—you knew this place would catch fire? You knew everything??"

The Godfather did not answer Sister An's question.

He raised the ruler in his hand and gently pressed it against the iron gate, completely ignoring the blisters that had formed on his palm.

The father and daughter moved in exactly the same way.

"Anna, my daughter, this is grace, this is the purification the Lord has given you."

"You're insane! You're a madman! Even if I deserve to die, what about these hundreds of people?!"

Sister An's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and in her agitation, she coughed up blood.

"They are the believers who accompany you on your journey to peace."

The godfather closed his eyes in sorrow, tears streaming down his face, his voice growing ever more devout.

"Do you know how much shame you'll bring to the church and your family?"

"If the devil's musician dies suddenly from illness, everyone will gossip behind his back!"

"But things are different now. This was an accidental fire."

"Fire can cleanse you of all your sins."

The Godfather put his top hat back on and bowed to the purgatory inside the door.

"Sleep now, burn away this sin, you will still be my purest daughter, Amen."

As the word "Amen" fell.

The group of moral guardians outside the door began to pray in unison.

They stood in a holy posture, gazing upon the hundreds of young lives struggling to survive in the flames inside the door.

Lin Yan finally understood why the nuns' resentment could create the bizarre rules of the Silent Court.

Huang Mao wanted a nationally sensational tragedy to create a god-like figure.

The father wanted a sacred fire to maintain sanctity.

Two lunatics, keeping saying they're doing it for her own good.

But they wanted to crush all her music, her will, and her last desire to live.

No one ever asked her what she wanted to do.

Nobody cares how she wants to die.

In the name of love, she didn't even have the right to choose her own grave.

"Hehe—hahahaha—"

Amidst the flames, Sister An suddenly smiled.

She looked down at her bloodied and mangled palms, then looked up again.

She seemed to have figured it out.

Her eyes were wide open in anger, but they were swallowed by darkness.

The skin began to peel off, revealing the eerie, charred texture beneath.

"grace?"

"Holiness?"