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Chapter 171 The Tragedy of Rebellion

In the sea of ​​fire, Sister An made a hissing sound from her throat, like air leaking out.

She stared intently at her father outside the door; his hands were clasped together, and tears of sorrow clung to his face.

In Sister An's eyes, the last bit of human emotion was being slowly devoured by resentment and venom.

She didn't want to be human anymore; she just wanted to tear everything outside the door to shreds!

A familiar, bizarre atmosphere is awakening.

But just as Sister An was about to complete her transformation, the godfather outside the door made a move.

He slowly raised the ruler in his hand and gently knocked on the door, which was burning brightly.

With a "crack," the sound strangely drowned out the howling of the raging fire.

Then, the townspeople behind the Godfather were like a group of puppets with a pre-programmed sequence.

They all closed their eyes in a flash and began to softly sing a hymn of unknown name.

"Holy indeed, clamor is but a delusion in the dust."

"Silence is the only way for the lambs to return home."

"Listen, for the flames are the breath of God’s wrath."

"He who closes his eyes will see the eternal green grass."

"The noise and chaos cease in the palm of His hand."

"The soul sinks into the deep sea to rest in peace."

"The wind and the fire knelt down and praised the name."

"Silence is the only veil of His eternal presence."

Amen————

The songs gathered in the air.

A breathtaking scene unfolded.

As the crowd outside chanted, the music fans inside the workshop, who had been screaming and wailing, suddenly felt as if someone had grabbed their necks.

Their mouths were agape, their features contorted in pain, but not a single sound came out of their throats!

It's not just people.

Even the sound of burning planks, the sound of steel frames crashing to the ground, and even the sound of the wind—

They were all forcibly erased by an unseen force.

Absolute deprivation of sound, a place of absolute silence.

"Waaaaah!"

Sister An, who was on the verge of a transformation, knelt on the ground in agony.

She covered her mouth with her hand, her face filled with terror.

Suddenly, dark yellow strips stained with blood appeared on her lips!

Those seals were like they were ingrained in her flesh, slowly and forcibly sewing her lips shut!

The strange aura emanating from her was suppressed by the seal.

No matter how much she struggled or how much she screamed in her heart, she couldn't make a sound.

He could only wait like a prisoner awaiting trial, waiting for the fire to burn him to ashes.

"Grass!"

Lin Yan, who was standing not far away, cursed, but he was shocked to find that even his own voice was swallowed up.

He realized that this was really going to be Barbie Q.

In reality, the sudden appearance of the Silent Zone on the nun's territory was likely the seed of disaster sown at this moment.

If Sister An were to lose at this point, she would forever remain a defective product under the rules of silence.

History will repeat itself!

Lin Yan forced herself to calm down.

He brought his hands back to his chest, the water flowing from his heart entirely under his control, as long as he could keep the water wall from collapsing.

At the same time, he mentally roared, "Saya, let me borrow her!"

The death pact mark on her chest, belonging to the Slit-Mouthed Woman, suddenly became incredibly hot.

Lin Yan pointed his fingers like knives and exerted all his strength to activate the separation authority, trying once again to cut open the blockade outside the door.

However, just as Saya's power of rules had condensed into half an outline at Lin Yan's fingertip.

It flashed suddenly, and then it collapsed.

Lin Yan found it hard to believe.

How is that possible?

Saya is a bizarre being who has only reached the half-step advancement stage. Even if her authority is restricted here, there is absolutely no way she wouldn't be able to summon something!

Is that godfather outside the door that strong?

Lin Yan suddenly raised his head, his gaze passing through the sea of ​​fire to the godfather who was still praying with tears in his eyes.

wrong.

The Godfather is currently just a hypocritical old charlatan; he shows no signs of becoming grotesque, so it shouldn't be him.

Lin Yan's gaze followed the godfather and fell back on Sister An.

Oh!

"I see----"

The one who suppressed his authority was not the Godfather outside the door!

This is 1988, a dream world constructed by the resentment of the nuns.

Who is the master of this world?

It's Sister An!

Why couldn't he break the window?

Why can't he use his authority?

Why is the silence in The Godfather so ridiculously strong?

Because Sister An herself felt that she had lost!

Deep down, she was still that little girl who was afraid of her father's authority.

She felt that rock music was not accepted by the world, and that she deserved her fate.

She felt that her father's sacred and inviolable doctrines were a powerful force that she could not resist no matter what!

The tragedy of a rebel is that when you need to use rebellion to prove yourself, you have already acknowledged the invincibility of the other party in your heart.

As long as Sister An still kneels in her heart, then the Godfather is an invincible God in this illusion!

It's a bit tricky, but not without a chance.

Lin Yan shook his head, and after thinking for a moment, he went to Sister An, who was struggling in pain.

Two-thirds of Anjie's lips had been sewn shut.

Now, all that remains in her eyes is the grievance and helplessness of a little girl.

Lin Yan looked at her without a trace of pity, like a cruel tyrant looking at his cowardly subject.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed Sister An by the collar, and lifted her up from the ground.

Sister An sobbed in pain, looking at Lin Yan with a puzzled expression.

Why are you crying?

Lin Zi's voice actually broke through the silence.

Anjie looked at him and found that he hadn't opened his mouth, but was holding a black thing in his hands.

It was the diary I gave him!

"Do you feel wronged? Do you see yourself as a tragic heroine being persecuted by outdated ideas?"

Sister An looked at Lin Yan, but was overwhelmed by his aggressive sarcasm.

This time she was certain that Lin Yan hadn't opened his mouth; the voice was coming from her mind.

"You think that if you turn into a demon and go out to kill him, you've won?"

"fart!"

"As long as you still think of him as a supreme godfather, as long as you still believe his ruler can hurt you—"

"Even if you turn to ashes, even if you kill him, you'll always just be a useless daughter who gets beaten up and cries in secret!"

Anjie's body began to tremble violently.

Lin Yan's words were hotter than the surrounding fire.

Every word he said felt like a stab to her heart, tearing apart the punk facade she wore as a disguise.

Lin Yan grabbed her chin and forced her to turn her head to look at the center of the workshop.

"Anna, open your eyes and look carefully."

Lin Yan's voice slowly rose in her mind, possessing a bewitching, magical quality.

"That's not your fault, fucking!"

Lin Yan suddenly pointed to the raging fires around them: "This is your stage!"

He then pointed to the crowd struggling in the thick smoke: "They are your most devout followers!"

Finally, Lin Yan pointed to the Godfather outside the door.

"And that old Deng outside the door, that idiot who's pretending to be a ghost with a piece of broken wood."

Lin Yan loosened An Jie's collar; An Jie was now able to stand on her own.

"He didn't even buy a ticket, yet he dares to tell us to leave?"