Endless Debt

Chapter 1164 - 21: Restrained Justice_4

"Don’t worry, Priest, I’ll leave here sooner or later."Gami said as he turned away, looking at his silhouette, York felt an unprecedented pain.

York always believed that as a member of the clergy, he must not disclose anyone’s confession secrets, as it would violate his faith and professional ethics.

However, deep in his heart, York understood that this sinner must confront the crimes he committed and bear legal responsibility. He knew that if he didn’t tell the authorities about this criminal’s deeds, it would be like letting him escape justice.

The dual conflict nearly tore York’s spirit apart, and he spoke to the silhouette.

"I need your confession, Gami."

Gami did not turn back, as if he hadn’t heard.

When night fell again, Gami grabbed the shovel and resumed his work.

The drizzling rain continued throughout the night, washing away the dust from the ruins and the filth and blood from the corpses. After doing it so many times, Gami already knew the routine well, repeatedly wielding the shovel, soon uncovering another body in the pit.

After a busy month, Gami had nearly cleared the bodies from the underground casino, though these piled bodies were still somewhat difficult to manage.

Never mind, it had nothing to do with Gami; he just needed these people’s money. Stripping them of their jewelry and belongings, Gami discarded the corpses like a scavenger bird, feasting on their remaining wealth.

Rainwater seeped past him, with the cold and moist air filling his lungs. Amid the monotonous work, Gami fantasized about his future, yearning to visit Wind Source Highlands, rumored to be an ideal place to start a new life...

Ruby-like eyes intruded Gami’s imagination; he had been frequently recalling that mysterious man over the past few days. That ghostly figure gave Gami an exceptionally unique feeling, but when he tried to describe it carefully, he couldn’t articulate a clear result.

Only like an echo, incessantly lingering in his mind.

Light footsteps emerged from the rain and darkness, Gami cautiously turned his head, suspecting it was that man. For some reason, Gami was actually looking forward to seeing that man again.

Yet when he turned back, he saw a golden cross shining in the darkness.

York held a kerosene lamp, watching Gami excavate graves, he spoke sadly, "I obtained the evidence, Gami, do you have anything else to say?"

Gami lacked any intention of confessing, while York was restrained by religious doctrine; caught in this moral conflict, York only thought of this approach. He must personally capture Gami, listen to his confession, and bring him to the sheriff.

Upon seeing York, Gami froze on the spot; reverence for divine authority left him unable to hold the shovel.

"Pri...Priest."

Gami’s voice was filled with terror, which greatly satisfied York.

"Do you have anything to argue? Gami," feeling victorious, York strode toward Gami.

Gami showed a remorseful expression, further delighting York; but before York could say anything, Gami spoke himself.

"I confess to you, Priest."

Gami voluntarily knelt, with liquid streaming down his face, uncertain whether it was tears or rainwater.

"You truly are a devout priest, keeping secrets for me even now," Gami muttered, "but sometimes, your devotion is too extreme... extremely laughable."

Just when York was puzzled as to why Gami said this, Gami realized York had come alone. He suddenly swung the shovel, sweeping across York’s ankle.

In excruciating pain, York fell directly into the mud, simultaneously, Gami swiftly stood up, wielding the shovel repeatedly, smashing York’s head. Soon, the agony engulfed York’s sanity, his vision stained only with blood red.

Once, twice!

York’s screams were drowned by thunder; the blood splattered on Gami’s face was washed clean by rain. When Gami exhausted his strength, he ceased swinging, leaving York below him already bloodied and barely alive, with only the cross on his chest remaining golden and radiant.

"You are too devout, Priest, sometimes that’s not a good thing."

Gami mocked York, kicking him into the pit he had just dug.

Agony and chill slowly encased York, feeling pile after pile of soil cover him, the added weight nearly breaking his bones.

"It’s okay, Priest, your sacrifice will mark the start of my new life."

"They’ll find you, maybe after days or months, either way, I’ll be long gone by then."

"Thank you for your mercy, Priest."

Gami’s voice gradually weakened, York knew, it was the soil burying him completely. As he heard nothing, absolute silence filled his being.

In the last remnants of life, York couldn’t help but cry; he didn’t know exactly what he was crying for, possibly for his mercy, or his laughable devoutness, or perhaps nothing at all.

In despair, York didn’t see an Angel descend, nor did he witness the warmth of a Celestial Kingdom; there was only coldness and numbness, as well as in the utter blackness, a trace of crimson slowly emerged.

Like an illusion, York saw a man appear in the darkness, with eyes that were captivating like rubies.

In the world after death, no Heavenly Kingdom opened its doors, only evil approached relentlessly.