Killing a person is not torture.
Death is just a moment.
But watching "death" descend, step by step, finally pressing you to the extreme... this is the most despairing thing.
When Gu Shen slowly brought Mu Wanqiu to the holy platform.
Virgil couldn't even hold his gun anymore; he desperately pulled the trigger, the bullets were spent, his elbow propped on the table, supporting the powerless, violently trembling shell of his body... snot and tears gushed forth.
"The Light Society will bring you justice..."
"Abomination..."
"Abomination..."
Virgil stared at the black mist, wanting to shout curses; those were the words that had floated in his mind, but at this moment, he couldn't utter a single word; his last ounce of strength was mere glaring at the black mist...
Gu Shen stood still, no longer moving.
He passed the chance to kill "Virgil" to Mu Wanqiu.
But nothing happened in the church.
"Bang."
A few seconds later, Virgil... just fell backward, heavily hitting the ground.
