"Please come in."

Finally, an all-too-familiar voice came from behind the door, but this time, his voice sounded ascetic and colder than ever before.

When Qi Qiu followed the instructions and pushed the door open, the corners of his lips raised slightly unconsciously.

This time, the "prey" playing games with him seemed to play a more "superior" role.

Behind the door is a bright and colorful scene. The room is not large. On the west side is an entire stained glass window. A hollow wooden wall used for confession between believers and priests lies between the glass window and the door.

"Please take a seat."

The other party's voice came from behind the hollow wooden wall, and a small stool was placed in front of the confessional.

Qi Qiu sat down as he was told, and for a moment both of them were silent. Through the fragmented and mottled light and shadow of the hollow wooden wall, the two of them looked at each other in silence in tacit understanding.

It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of sunlight falling into the room, as well as the subtle noise of Qi Qiu's breathing and heartbeat.

Light is flowing, dust is flowing, and time floats in the flowing light and dust.

Only each other's gaze remained motionless.

The guy was wearing a pure white robe, which seemed to be the clothes of a clergyman.

He sat with his back to the window, and a whole wall of flowing light enveloped him, with mottled colors wantonly outlining his figure.

He sat calmly in the noisy colors. Through the light and shadow of the window panes, his gray-green eyes stared at Qi Kui for a long time. Although he was clearly close at hand, his gaze made people feel a little distant.

——Remote, empty, and quiet.

It was green shrouded in divinity. At this moment, Qi Jiu was facing such a pair of eyes, as if he was undergoing a gentle and long trial.

"Will you tell me your sins?" he finally said.

Qi Jiu pursed his lips, and then raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly: "Father, what sin do you think I have committed?"

"This is not my responsibility," the priest opposite said in a calm tone, but such calmness is extremely deceptive. "You must speak out your 'sin' yourself in order to obtain salvation."

Qi Jiu smiled: "Is it a sin to have a desire for someone's blood?"

Through the light-flowing window pane, those gray-green eyes stared at Qi Kui: "Do you feel guilty or afraid about this?"

"No, I'm just looking forward to it." Qi Jiu answered honestly.

"I understand," said the priest.

"What do you understand? Father." Qi Qiu's final voice rose slightly, accepting the other party's "trial" calmly, even a bit "provocative".

"You don't intend to get forgiveness from the other party, do you?" the priest continued to say calmly.

"If the other party also expects this, do they still need forgiveness?" Qi Jiu asked rhetorically.

The light falling from the stained glass gradually dimmed, giving the confessional of the Holy Spirit an ambiguous color.

"This question must be answered by the other party." The priest gave his own answer.

"Oh, you are right," Qi Jiu chuckled, "So, what do you think, Father? I want to taste your blood, do I need your forgiveness?"

Silence continued to spread. Such silence was not difficult to endure. At least Qi Ji enjoyed it, and so did the guy opposite.

Until the stained glass completely darkened, and each other's faces became blurred in the darkness.
Chapter completed!