Endless Debt.

Chapter 812 Asceticism
The man stood on the grave, he raised his arms flat, and spread his palms, a bloody scar suddenly appeared on it, the thick blood slowly fell, they were pulled into a straight blood line and poured into the ground, permeating the soil, accompanied by With the soaking rainwater, we arrived at the dark place together.

"What are you going to do?"

The man looked at the soil under his feet curiously. He had come to hunt down Olivia, but he didn't expect to encounter such a scene. If it was just an ordinary vendetta, it would not be enough to attract the man's attention, but York's predicament , deeply attracted men.

One side is his own belief, the other side is legal ethics. Under the dilemma of contradictions, York fails to make a rational choice. He still believes in the goodwill of human beings... Unfortunately, facing his kindness, Jamie only fights back with malice.

The man was a little curious about what York would do in the face of his helping hand, and as a believer in God, would he accept this grace or reject it.

He accepts, and undoubtedly betrays his beliefs, so what will he do next?

Will York still believe in his faith, his own justice?

Thinking of this, an unstoppable smile appeared on the man's face.

Men like to watch other people's struggles. The pain and sorrow from the depths of the soul are like honey to him.

Whenever he looks at these things, he always thinks of his childhood. Since then, he has been a naughty child. He likes to grab ants, throw them into the water glass, and watch them struggle feebly until they become a beast. A tiny corpse.

Up to now, he began to look forward to York's choice, substituting this deformed relationship, the man felt like a devil, enjoying the suffering of others.

"Consecrate your suffering, Father."

A twisted smile appeared on the man's face.

"This is God's test for you."

……

In the absolutely cold darkness, a strange scarlet appeared in front of York's eyes. The first moment he stared at that color, York felt an indescribable evil breath from it.

That is the power from the dark.

For a while, York was in a daze. He had thought that he would reach heaven after death, but he never thought that he would face such evil. He began to think that he was going to a terrible hell, but York couldn't figure out what was going on in his pious life. did something wrong.

He didn't understand and couldn't accept it.

York was born in a poor family. His parents were killed by a plague when he was very young, and York was adopted by the priests in the town. Although he was not accompanied by his parents, under the care of the priests, he York still grew up healthy.

He was taught by the goodwill of the priests since he was a child. As an adult, York is determined to dedicate everything to his faith, and like the priests, he will bring goodwill to others.

York did indeed live a life of abstinence and asceticism, as his oath said. Except for the small golden cross on his chest, he never had any extra personal property.

With York's help, many people changed their destiny and lived with York's blessing... York thought that Jamie would be one of the blessed ones.

"Is it because of him? Because of Jamie?" murmured York.

Jamie not only desecrated the corpse, but also committed the crime of murder. No, maybe he was not the first person he killed.

"I need his confession."

A heavy and bloodthirsty voice that did not belong to York at all sounded.

York was stunned for a moment, he felt that he did not say this sentence, but the voice was so similar to his own, as if another bloodthirsty and furious self was cursing like this.

There is no heaven after death, only scarlet evil.

More and more painful contradictions were entangled in York's heart. His once firm belief was full of cracks, and suddenly the voice sounded again.

"Is there really a god in this world?"

He questioned York, listening to the voice, York could not help but doubt himself.

I had done good deeds all my life, but died so ridiculously, what was waiting for me was not the kingdom of heaven, but this cold darkness.

"Why don't you give up this false belief? Look what it has brought you?"

York looked forward, seeing the scarlet evil, and he knew that it was the evil force that was speaking to him.

"Go away, evil!"

York reprimanded, but as soon as the words fell, his firm eyes weakened.

The gods never responded to York, and in this moment of death, evil reached out to itself.

Will this be God's test of Himself?To refuse, to submit to one's own death?

Countless thoughts flashed through York's mind. He was determined to postpone death and stick to his piety, but at this moment, that voice sounded again.

"I need his confession."

This time the voice was very peaceful, without the slightest emotion, and York froze in place. This time he realized that the words came from his own mouth.

York's eyes became slightly tense, his cheeks flushed slightly, his mouth was half-open, his facial muscles became more tense, tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

An uncontrollable anger rose from his throat, his eyebrows raised, his lips became a thin line, his fists were clenched tightly, his legs began to tremble, and his whole body seemed to be boiling with fiery anger.

"I... I need to..."

York's facial expression became distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, a roar came from his throat, and his hands kept shaking, as if he wanted to smash everything around him.

An uncontrollable rage welled up in the depths of his soul, almost burning everything in York.

At this time, York no longer thinks about the so-called beliefs, laws, and moral dilemmas. What is in his mind is only the anger that has nowhere to vent, and Jamie's ridicule at himself.

"Justice with hands tied."

Jamie must be judged and he must confess to himself.

At this moment, York finally realized his mistake. He was indeed a kind and pious priest, but sometimes he was too kind, and such extremes led to the birth of evil.

This is his own fault, a sin born of his piety, and he must be responsible for it.

Tears filled York's eyes as he confessed his wrong to his god and vowed to make it up, for which he gave all to the darkness.

Like a hungry beast, York gnawed at the darkness. He swallowed large chunks of soil. The rain mixed with the blood of the night race poured into his mouth. The forbidden blood ran across his throat and penetrated into his mouth. body.

The powerful undead force penetrated York's body, and the injuries all over the body quickly healed themselves, the broken muscle fibers were reconnected, the cracked bones healed and reset, and stronger strength was re-given to this body.

York stretched out his hand toward the scarlet evil, and his hand pierced the darkness, pierced the heavy earth, broke through the buried grave, and lifted aloft.

The illusion disappeared, like a soul returning to the body, and York realized that he was actually buried alive. Before he could think more, he felt another cold hand grasping his hand that broke the grave. .

Caught another dark destiny.

The light rain gradually became violent. In the torrential rain, the man dragged York out of the grave. The cold rain came head-on, washing the soil on his body, as if he was being baptized for his new life.

York gasped in pain, the blood of the night clan was modifying his body wantonly, as if he had a fever, his body became extremely hot, the rain hit his body, and even a faint white air would rise.

The man lowered his body and looked at York with a smile, "Congratulations, Father, how does it feel to be reborn?"

York raised his head with difficulty, and the first thing that caught his eyes was a pair of ruby-like pupils.

"You... who are you?"

"Me? It doesn't matter," the man said. "You just need to know that I gave you a second chance."

"why?"

"Why?" The man thought about it carefully, "It's interesting, I just think it's interesting."

"interesting?"

This is a ridiculous answer, but York can't say anything to refute it. By now, everything is ridiculous enough.

"I want to know, after all this, do you still believe in your god?" the man asked.

"Naturally," said York firmly, "I remain true to him."

"But now you have dedicated your soul to the devil," the man felt that York became more and more interesting, "Even if there is a god, you will not be able to enter his heaven."

"It doesn't matter," York laughed, his smile twisted and manic. "It was a great sacrifice."

"I did dedicate my soul to the darkness to get a second chance, but my will and my piety still belong to him, and I will use the power of darkness to act for him."

Hearing such an answer, the man's expression gradually turned cold. The next moment, he grabbed York by the throat and forcibly lifted him up.

"Haven't you realized? Father, there are no gods in this world, and your belief is just a vain shell."

The man was not very satisfied with York's reaction. In his expectation, York should be more desperate, like a broken beast.

"I know."

York uttered this answer painfully, with tears welling up in his eyes, "He doesn't exist...but he does exist. He is my belief, my principle, and my virtue."

The man froze for a moment, he let go of York, and let him fall into the mud. When the third thunderbolt streaked across the rainy night, the man looked at the filthy York again. This time the man actually knelt down on one knee and stretched out his hand Grabbed York's hand.

"Forgive my offense, Father, you do have a pious heart, even if its cornerstone comes from evil forces."

Even if this piety has been distorted by extreme will.

This time the man looked at York full of respect, and he took out a thorny chain full of red rust and thorns from the darkness under the hem of his clothes, and solemnly handed it into York's hands.

"You need it more than I do."

York looked at the chain in his hand, the luster was gone, it was covered with red rust, and it was menacing. There were several spikes at each pitch of the chain. They looked silvery white and sharp, like rows of sharp knives, moving slightly The spikes will scrape against each other, making a piercing sound.

For some reason, York actually felt a strange sense of life on this cold metal dead object, as if it was alive, crawling around its arms like a giant centipede.

"who are you?"

York asked again. At this time, the man had already walked a few steps away. He turned around and said, "As I said, it's not important."

"No, this is very important!"

York clenched the chain in his hand, and the spike easily pierced York's palm, blood dripped on the metal and solidified on the rust.

"You are also a member of the evil and should be condemned!"

Another answer that was beyond the man's expectations. The man was very satisfied with the meeting tonight.

"That is to say, one day, you will kill me, kill the person who gave you a second life - use the power I gave you?"

York didn't answer, he just dragged the chain and stood up tenaciously. For a while, the man couldn't recognize York.

What Jamie buried alive was a kind and even stupid priest, but what the man dug up was a monster full of anger.

"I look forward to that day," the man was extremely satisfied, "As for my name..."

"You can call me the Regent."

……

In the shabby and dilapidated hut, Jamie was busy packing innumerable stolen goods into the parcels under the light of a weak kerosene lamp. There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and his expression was both nervous and excited.

Jamie finally did it, he finally killed York.

"Hahaha! Father, I've wanted to do this for a long time." Jamie laughed wildly uncontrollably.

Jamie hates York, and this hate has almost become disgusting. Jamie hates the priest's holy appearance, hates his ascetic life, hates all kinds of exhortations he said to himself for the sake of charity... …

"Hypocritical bastard!"

He cursed angrily, but Jamie knew that York was not hypocritical, and his every word and deed were as pious as his heart.

Jamie just can't stand someone like York who is like the sun, under his light, there is nothing to hide her ugliness.

Fortunately, as soon as he leaves Greystone Town, Jamie no longer has to hide.

Sooner or later, someone will find the priest's body. Given the priest's prestige in Huishi Town, the sheriff will definitely search with all his strength. Then his situation will become extremely dangerous. Jamie will leave here overnight and fly away.

Thinking of the beauty of the new life, an unstoppable smile appeared on Jamie's face, but when he thought of York, the remaining conscience in his heart still felt a little tingling.

On that night, for a moment, Jiami really wanted to repent sincerely, but he was fed up with this poor life, and he would do anything to change his fate.

Filled with money bags, Jamie struggled to carry the heavy backpack, but at this moment, a gust of wind blew open the door, cold and damp water vapor invaded the room, bursts of thunder rolled, and the world was divided into black and white. color.

Amidst the uproar, Jamie heard another breathing sound.

Jamie decisively dropped the burden on his body, this thing would slow him down, he turned around and drew out the dagger, holding it in front of him like a threat, while the other hand touched the back of his waist, grabbed the Tibetan Gun handle behind.

"Who!"

Jamie looked at the open door, and there was a thin ghost standing there. Jamie couldn't see his face clearly, but under the reflection of the dim light, the cross pinned to his chest emitted a flickering light. shine.

"York...Father?"

Jamie felt his heart go cold. He smashed York's head with a shovel and buried him alive in the soil, but why did he appear here?

How is he not dead?
The man let go of his hand, and with the sound of clattering, the thorny chain fell down. Regardless of Jamie's reaction, he grabbed the chain and wrapped it round and round around his wrist and the front of his fist. The spike pierced the flesh, and his fists were dripping with blood in an instant.

Similarly, his fists are also covered with thorns at this moment.

The man stepped forward, with a high degree of concentration, and the fear sounded Jamie's alarm bell. He drew his gun decisively and fired. The bullet hit the man's chest, sparking a flower of blood.

"So what if you are," Jamie said frantically, "Just kill you one more time!"

The bullet hit the man like a heavy punch, and his body couldn't help taking a step back, his body was slightly sunken, but after a brief pause, he stepped forward again, and every time he took a step closer, he squeezed vigorously. meters of security.

Jamie pulled the trigger continuously, firing out the bullets, and the figure of the man paused several times as if he had been punched continuously.

Then move on.

As the distance shortened, the kerosene lamp gradually illuminated the man's face. Jamie saw York's face again, but it was different from the kind and kind face in memory. At this moment, York's face was only cold and severe. And that ghostly numb smile.

Jamie swung the dagger, but York was faster than him. The chain whizzed past and slammed Jamie's wrist fiercely. He also came out and nailed it to a wooden board on one side.

"Jamie."

York called Jamie's name, and Jamie covered the wound on his hand, crying in pain.

On the bloody wound, there was a tingling sensation of firework burning continuously, as if soaked in toxin, the distorted pain covered Jamie's entire arm in a blink of an eye, and he was about to faint from the pain .

Greater pain came from the abdomen.

York clenched his fist and hit Jamie's stomach with one punch. The thorns directly scratched his clothes, skin, and flesh. He pulled out his fist vigorously, and as the blood gushed out, York directly pulled out a section of intestines and dripped out.

"You are a priest, York!"

Jamie clutched his stomach and stepped back again and again. He stepped on his package, fell down and hit the wall, and the package was also pulled away. Countless gold coins and jewelry were piled up together, leaning against Jiami. Mi's feet were stained with his blood.

"You can't kill me, don't forget the faith you serve!"

Jamie kept backing away, shrinking in the corner, he didn't know what happened to York, he only pinned on the belief that firmly bound York, and could save his life at this time.

That's right, faith, for faith, York could let his crimes go, for faith, he died so ridiculously, for faith, he would definitely let himself go.

"I know, I know," York's voice was cold and unfeeling, with a twisted smile in his throat, "don't be afraid, child, I can feel the same pain as you."

Jamie raised his head, and only then did he realize that the chain of thorns was completely wrapped around York's body. Every time he moved and punched, the chain would become tighter, and the barbs would be embedded deeper into the flesh.

It was unimaginable pain. Jamie didn't know how York endured it. What broke Jamie even more was that York could still laugh under the torture of this pain.

He reached out and stroked Jamie's head, and said softly, "My child, I will suffer with you, you are not alone."

York's scarlet pupils were full of pity, "It's not your fault, Jamie."

Jamie froze.

"It was me, it was my kindness that caused you to fall into the darkness, I should bear the same karma as you, so..."

York pulled Jamie up with a thunderous voice.

"Confess to me, child."

York said and swung a heavy fist. This time, he dented Jamie's chest. The broken ribs crushed Jamie's internal organs like a sword blade. He retched, spitting out sticky flesh and pieces.

"I repent, Father, I repent, I'm sorry."

The pain and the threat of death overwhelmed Jamie's sanity, and he wept bitterly.

York shook his head. "No, boy, you're not religious enough."

The thorns slashed across Jamie's thigh, and the sharp barbs directly tore off a large piece of skin. The extreme pain made Jamie scream uncontrollably, but no one heard his scream, and the increasingly roaring thunder covered it up. All pathos.

"It's all right, kid, we've got plenty of time for you to repent."

York raised his hand, and the blood of the night clan dripped from his hand and seeped into Jamie's mouth. In an instant, Jamie felt the strange power, and the crazy devil questioned Jamie through the transmission of blood. , Listening to his choice.

Jamie instinctively realized that as long as he accepts this power, he can escape the pursuit of death, but once he accepts the power of immortality, he knows exactly what he will suffer next, which will be endless pain.

If you can refuse, you will face real death.

Jamie looked at York, who still had that cold smile on York's face, as if the supposedly sacred sculpture was stained with filth and blood.

"sorry Sorry……"

Jamie kept begging, and at the same time, his pupils were gradually covered in blood, and the ruptured abdomen began to heal, but as soon as the flesh and blood were reassembled, they were torn apart again by the thorns.

Heal, tear, heal, tear...

With the blessing of the blood of the night tribe, Jiami has a strong vitality, like a cruel punishment, Jiami dare not face death, and can not bear the extreme pain, he is swallowed by the vortex of contradictions, chewed, crushed .

The remaining will was full of cracks, until he completely lost his mind, and in this almost chaotic consciousness, there was still a sentence of words echoing in his mind like a spell.

"Confess to me, child."

(End of this chapter)