“Sir, I have sinned.” In the cell, the white-haired boy in shackles gazed at the newcomer. His dirty face had a fawning expression. “I betrayed my mother’s hopes and came back to Avalon.”
“Sir, don’t listen to him! I’m the sinner!” In another cell, a white-haired man yelled in fear, “I’m the one who had sinned! I betrayed the priest’s discipline and did many unethical things!”
“Sir, I have sinned as well!” A frail old white-haired man in the cell up above poked his head back. His face still looked vaguely like Ye Qingxuan. He studied his younger self and cried, “I missed so many opportunities and wasted my entire life for a shallow excuse. I’ve accomplished nothing in my life.”
“I was born a sinner, sir!” an angry white-haired youth pounded on the bars and yelled. “I was born locked up in this cell! I was destined to lead a painful and pitiful life!”
“I have sinned too! In order to return to Avalon, I purposely became closer to Wolf Flute, gained his trust”
“I’ve sinned! I broke the Father’s heart to follow my own ideas.”
“No, I’m the sinner! I harbor sinister thoughts and keep my teacher and senior in the dark. I never tell them what I truly wish to do”
“I took advantage of a little girl! That girl sees me as an elder brother!”
“Ihave sinned!”
“Have sinned!”
“Sinned!!”
“Sinned!!!”
The quiet dungeon was filled with rising voices. The boy, youth, man, and old man behind the bars screamed hoarsely, pleaded fawningly, accused angrily, cried, yelled, shrieked, laughedThe sounds rose like waves, digging into Ye Qingxuan’s heart, cutting apart his mind. He could barely breathe. It was as if he had been torn into thousands of pieces. They accused and denounced his crimes without talking.
Sinned, sinned, sinned, sinnedHe was a great sinner with multiple crimes!
Sweat rolled down Ye Qingxuan’s back as he began to pant. All that remained in the world was the angry and chaotic accusations, until finallyboom! A crisp sound shot out. The echoes from the instrument head resounded in his brain. They transformed into rolling thunder, dissipating the cacophony.
Everything returned to silence.
The cells in on either side were still silent and empty but Ye Qingxuan was somehow kneeling on the ground. The dagger that had been in his boot was now pressed to his chest. It nicked at the flesh with a cold stinging pain.
Freaked out, Ye Qingxuan threw the dagger away. Looking down at the faint wound on his chest, he seemed to feel the pain of piercing his heart. “What is this”
This time, he felt goosebumps as he looked at the empty cells. There was a strange atmosphere everywhere. Each inch of air was filled to the max with the thick negativity. Darkness surged. Burned. A hoarse moan sounded deep in the darkness.
Ye Qingxuan’s head shot up. There was a figure shackled with layers of chains in the burning darkness. The figure emanated a wild aura. The demonic twisted silhouette was hidden behind a veil. The golden hair was dyed red and dust covered the white dress.