C228 redemption tablet

The moment the door closed, I felt cheated. I knew I couldn't open the door, but I pulled anyway.

As expected, the door could not be opened.

I stood in the room and thought about the situation. This room should be the confessional. As Qin Yangshi was a dead person, and one that had been dead for hundreds of years, she should know of this room. If Uncle Tang lied to me, she would definitely point it out in time.

Since that's the case, I might as well find out the sins of Little Tang Wei first. As for the danger in this room, we'll talk about it later.

Then, I started to worry. Where was the evil in Little Tang Wei? She was still young, how could there be any evil in her body?

I walked around the house a few times, but I couldn't find anything. Suddenly, I heard a voice say softly, "There's a door in the wall."

Startled, I exclaimed, "Who is it?"

No one answered me.

I walked over to the wall and knocked on it, and soon I saw that one of the walls had a thumping sound. It was clear that the space behind it was empty.

I wondered: wasn't this the toilet on the train? How big is the room here? If there was room behind the door, it seemed to exceed the size of a train.

However, this place was originally imagined by the ghosts, so it wasn't strange that it was a little strange. I touched the wall, trying to find the doorknob.

But I soon realized that there was not even a crack in the door, let alone a doorknob. I knocked with my hand and found a spot in the air. I circulated my energy in my dantian and with a loud roar, I lifted my leg to kick it.

I'm sure this door isn't that thick. If I kick it with my foot, I can definitely kick it away. But what happened next made me break out in a cold sweat: my feet were stuck.

The hard wall suddenly turned into a swamp, and my feet sank into the wall. I panicked and tried to pull my feet back, but I couldn't. There seemed to be a suction force on the wall, pulling at my body.

I wrestled with it for a while, gradually exhausted, my body being pulled into the wall bit by bit, until finally, my head also entered that space.

In front of me was a patch of white mist, which seemed to be extremely dense. I took the dagger out and waved it in front of me. The mist rolled back and forth in front of me.

I saw the fog shift and change into countless faces. There were men and women, good and evil. These faces looked at me curiously, furiously and sorrowfully … Every single one of them was extremely realistic, causing one to feel a chill in their heart.

I touched the wall behind me, trying to see if I could turn back the way I'd come. But then I noticed that the wall was gone.

I hesitated for a moment before calling out, "Hey, is there anyone here?"

No one paid any attention to me. So I groped my way forward. Maybe because I've adapted to the fog, I can see a little more. I saw many bones scattered on the ground. Sometimes, when I accidentally stepped on them, they would make a creaking sound that would make one's scalp go numb.

A few minutes later, I saw a huge stone tablet in front of me. This stone tablet was tens of thousands of feet high, reaching all the way into the thick fog.

Faintly, I saw a line of small words written on the surface of the tablet: Redemption Monument.

I scratched my head, thinking: It looks like I'm confessing here. But how should I find out the sins of the Little Tang Wei?

I squinted and looked carefully. There were a lot of names engraved on the monument. They were densely packed, with each one piled on top of the other. It was unknown how many hundreds of millions of names were inscribed on them.

I was a little worried: what did it take to find them along the way?

I looked at the name on the stone monument and suddenly put my finger on it. I wanted to draw it along the groove. When I drew the last word, a cold hand grabbed my wrist.

I shivered in fear and turned my head to see a man standing behind me.

Originally, I wanted to directly stab my dagger into that person's body, but after seeing his face, I slowly retracted my dagger.

This man is the merchant I met on the train. Behind the merchant, there was a woman holding a child.

I frowned. "You want to hurt me?"

The merchant shook his head and said gratefully, "Brother, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have recognized my wife. I'm here to save you. "

Puzzled, I asked, "How did you save me?"

The merchant said, "The name on it cannot be drawn. After it is drawn, it is difficult to get rid of the evil spirits that surround one's body."

The merchant, seeing that I was a little unconvinced, explained, "My wife and I are here to confess. We all heard a kind of summoning in the darkness. Let us come to the monument of atonement and write our names on it. These names are the sins of humans. If you were to describe these names once, those sins would become yours. At that time, it will be very troublesome. "

When I heard the merchant say so, I quickly retracted my hand. I can't say that I've never done anything bad in my life, but I'm not a scoundrel either. If you let me get a bunch of evil for no reason, then I definitely can't accept it.

When the merchant saw that I was standing in front of the monument, he could not help but ask, "Brother, do you still want to atone for your sins?"

I was stunned for a moment before suddenly reacting and quickly gave my seat to them.

The merchant thanked me and led the family of three to the redemption monument.

I saw the merchant biting his finger, using his blood to lightly write his name on it: Wang Baiwan.

The sturdy stone tablet suddenly became very soft at this moment, and like a lump of flour, a large amount of powder fell when Wang Baiwan's fingers touched it.

The powder gradually gathered in the air and turned into the shape of a person.

This person looked exactly like Wang Baiwan, except his face was filled with malice.

When Wang Baiwan saw this person, he was a little scared. When I saw him turn around, his first reaction was to run away. But when he turned around and saw his wife and daughter, he turned back resolutely.

Wang Baiwan clenched his teeth and said: "You are the sin in my body."

Sin shook his head and said firmly, "I am not your sin, I am you."

Wang Baiwan looked at himself and said: "I want to destroy you. I want to destroy you.

His eyes were bloodshot and he felt like he had gone insane.

Sin sneered and said unhurriedly: "So what if you kill me? Even if you kill me, your great-grandmother won't be able to survive. "

After Wang Baiwan heard this, his expression darkened, and he started to totter. Sin, however, refused to let him go. As he paced forward, he said faintly, "Is there any use in making money? No matter how much money he made, he wouldn't be able to buy back a life. Your great-grandmother used to call you by your name when she was dying. But where are you? "

Wang Baiwan's lips trembled as he said, "I … I'm talking about business. "

Sin spat out, "Are you just talking about business? You and a few bosses are hugging each other, hugging beauties and drinking flower wine. "

Wang Baiwan's face was pale white, he forced out a sentence: "I didn't know that my ancestor was sick, I …"

Sin suddenly wiped his face and turned into a white-haired old lady. She looked at Wang Baiwan with disappointment: "A million years, I grew you up, I didn't expect you to be so filial to me."

With a plop, Wang Baiwan fell on his knees. Tears streamed down his face as he continuously kowtowed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry …"

However, Wang Baiwan's ancestors didn't plan on letting him go. Instead, he raised the cane in his hand and started beating him up.

I finally understand why Uncle Tang and scrawny monkey are in such a sorry state.

Wang Baiwan kneeled on the ground, and didn't resist the entire time. Grandmother seemed to be tired. She nodded and left.

However, just as she left, the small building appeared. This was probably another crime that Wang Baiwan committed.

She asked Wang Baiwan why he gave his to someone else. He cried very miserably, saying that after meeting Wang Baiwan, he thought that he had found someone to rely on in his life.

Wang Baiwan felt extremely awkward in front of his wife, but he didn't dare make any promises either. He could only apologize softly, and advise Xiao Lou to take the right path in the future.

Wang Baiwan made a mistake, he should not have gone through with the other party and advised him to be merciful. Sure enough, after hearing his words, Lou Cheng flew into a rage and slapped him a few times.

Wang Baiwan did not retaliate. Instead, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, completely motionless like a wooden stake. It was just that his hands were getting tighter and tighter.

Xiao Lou was still not satisfied and forced Wang Baiwan to divorce his wife. The reason was because Wang Baiwan had promised Lou Lan at a time when they were having fun.

Wang Baiwan said with a bitter face: "I am already dead, the words from before, are no longer final."

However, Lou Cheng refused to give up and pushed the woman again.

Wang Baiwan had already been bitterly enduring the anger in his heart, and could no longer endure it at this time. A kick landed on Lou Cheng's body. The small building let out a weird laugh and suddenly disappeared. And Wang Baiwan's soul, at this moment, was much dirtier.

It seemed like he couldn't get angry while repenting, or else his sins would be doubled.

After Wang Baiwan finished redeeming himself, he moved out of the way dejectedly. As for his sins, some had been washed clean and some were heavier. When you compared the two, it was even dirtier than when he was not repenting.

His wife and children were next.

Wang Baiwan's wife was an ordinary woman. Other than being shortsighted, he did not have any other ailments. As for his daughter, he had just been born and his soul was a piece of white paper. Naturally, he had no sins.

The three of them bid me farewell and left the place. I was the only one left standing in front of the monument in a daze.

I tried to find the name of the Little Tang Wei, but after searching for a long time, I couldn't find anything. Somehow, I place my finger on the stone tablet again. This time, I want to write my own name on it.