Old Priest

Winter Wood City Central Street, Yanfeng Church.

Dang, dang, dang...

The bell tower on the roof of the church rang. This meant that it was six in the morning.

The pedestrians walked through the door of the church, and they began a busy day.

The church in Yan Feng was luxuriously decorated. The entire church occupied a large area and the tables and chairs were arranged neatly. People would clean it regularly every day.

A young nun was kneeling in front of a cross in the church. Her hands were clasped together and she was praying devoutly.

"Hannah, you are the first prayer every day. This kind of devout will will make you different from others."

An old but vigorous voice came. A white-haired old priest walked behind the nun.

The closed eyes of the nun trembled. She did not open her eyes but continued to pray.

Seeing this, the old priest, Yan Fengli, smiled gently. He did not interrupt the nun's prayer. There were not many such devout young people now. After a long time, the nun, Hanna, opened her eyes.

"Father Lizheng, I am sorry, I just..."

"You don't have to apologize. I am the one who disturbed you. You don't have to come to the church to pray for the next month. Just pray in the monastery. As long as you are sincere enough."

"But..."

Sister Hanna was a little flustered.

"Recently, Winter Wood City hasn't been peaceful. You have to pay attention to your own safety. I don't want something to happen to a devout believer like you."

"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Father Li Zheng."

Sister Hanna got up and went straight to the storeroom. She was ready to clean the church. Although there were professionals doing this, she liked to clean the church clean. Those people were always lazy.

The old priest, Yan Fengli, was sitting on the long chair in the church. Recently, he was in a good mood. He seemed to have seen the Sacred Cup waving to him.

Just as the old priest was holding the Sacred Bible and thinking, footsteps came from behind him. At first, he thought it was Sister Hanna, but he soon found something wrong.

Yan Fengli was looking sideways. It was a young man wearing a black windbreaker. The old priest subconsciously looked at the back of the man's hand. This was almost his habitual movement recently.

After confirming that the man had nothing on the back of his hand and that there was no trace of magic, the old priest breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the advantage of drawing a curse seal, which could be wiped off when necessary.

Yan Fengli did not look at Su Xiao again. He thought that Su Xiao came to the church to pray. The Yanfeng Church was opened to the public at 6 o'clock every day.

Su Xiao looked at Yan Fengli and sat on the long chair near him.

"Father."

Su Xiao opened his mouth. Yan Fengli was a little confused.

"Young man, what's the matter?"

Yan Fengli smiled at Su Xiao. This was his image of the outside world, upright and humble.

"Father, I want to repent."

Su Xiao subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette. He hesitated for a moment and did not take out the cigarette.

"Confess?"

Yan Fengli was on top of look at and Su Xiao. He hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Come with me."

Yan Fengli was walking towards a small wooden house on the side of the church. This small wooden house was not big, and the middle was cut open by wooden planks. This was the discouraging room, which was specially used for confession.

Su Xiao and Yan Fengli were entering the cabin separately. There was a layer of wooden planks between them. In order to facilitate the transmission of sound, there were many small holes on the wooden plank in the middle.

Yan Fengli cleared his throat and pressed his hand on the Bible.

"Child, repent! God is listening..."

This form of confession was presided over by Yan Fengli many times, and it could be said that he was extremely skilled in business.

"Oh, I have killed someone."

"En? Who did you kill? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Although he said so, the old priest had secretly remembered Su Xiao's appearance and was ready to call the police afterwards.

The old priest was not a magician. Although he was proficient in Bajiquan and had a strong physique, his actual combat strength was not too strong.

"Kill... many people, I can't remember the specific details."

"The approximate number is enough."

The old priest sighed. He had already defined Su Xiao in his heart, a young man who sought excitement.

"Probably numbers, dozens of... around."

Su Xiao used a euphemistic way of speaking, but the old priest sighed again and shook his head helplessly. However, the old priest was more professional and did not stop confessing.

"In what way?"

"Use the knife."

This time, the old priest began to feel helpless. He no longer cared about Su Xiao's face, because there was no need to call the police. The police would not catch a young man who was full of nonsense and even had paranoia.

"Continue to talk about the process."

"Sure."

Su Xiao lit a cigarette and began to describe his 'killing process'.

"In general, killing is not as difficult as I thought, nor will I vomit. As long as I overcome the guilt in my heart, there is no effect at all. I hold a belief that most of the time people do not offend me, I do not attack."

After listening to Su Xiao's description, Yan Fengli's face began to change. If the other party was not a special professional, then the other party had indeed killed people.

However, the old priest did not know that it was just the beginning.

In the next ten minutes, the old priest's expression became more and more strange. After twenty minutes, the old priest was already covered in cold sweat.

The old priest looked at the next door through the small hole on the wooden board beside him. If he did not guess wrong, the person next door was extremely dangerous.

The old priest's gaze had just passed through the small hole when he realized that a pair of eyes were looking at him. This scene made the old priest almost jump out of his seat.

"Where did I say it just now? Right, do you regret it after killing someone? My answer is that I do not regret it. When I pick up the knife, I have to have the corresponding determination. The fastest way to resolve the conflict is to make the side shut up. This has always been the case. However, Father Li Zheng, I have answered so many of your questions. Do you also answer one of my questions?"

Su Xiao scratched his cheek with his finger. The high-tech mask he wore had a good camouflage effect, but it was a little itchy, as if he was wearing a mask.

As for his confession with Yan Fengli before, most of it was nonsense. It was extremely stupid to tell the truth to the possible enemies. As for confession, it was to find a place where he could talk to Yan Fengli alone.

"What is the problem?"

The old priest silently took out his mobile phone. He always felt that although his physical skills were good, he would be instantly killed when facing the man next door. This was an intuition, so he had to contact Yan Fengqi Li, who was his son.

"Where is Liudong Temple, or how can I enter the current Liudong Temple?"

Hearing Su Xiao's question, the old priest's pupils contracted.

"Why do you want to go there? If you want to repent, you can do it here. Go there..."

The old priest's good intention appeared. He did not want Su Xiao to go to Liudong Temple. Now it was hell. Even if this young man had killed people and was guilty, he should not go there to be tortured.

"I will go and repent with the monks of Liu Tong Temple. Maybe it will be more effective?"

"..."

The old priest did not say anything. He was already speechless.

"Father."

"Hm? '."

The old priest subconsciously looked at Su Xiao who was in the compartment.

"Take out the phone when I repent. Can I take it as you want to call the police?"

The red metal arm guard appeared on Su Xiao's left hand. It was just the hidden ability of the equipment attached to the reincarnation mark. The hidden equipment passive ability was effective, and the active skills could not be used. For example, weapons and so on could not be used to attack after being hidden.

Su Xiao hooked his finger, and the phone in the old priest's hand was cut into two pieces.