As the morning light from the altar dome leaked through the cracks, the patterns on the surface of the dark blue heart suddenly began to ooze black mist.
Pi Yanlin stared at the surging shadows, his pupils constricting slightly. Within that black mist, countless distorted faces had emerged: an old woman kneeling and weeping while clutching the silver she had received for selling her daughter; a young boy trembling as he held a torn marriage contract; a pregnant woman curled up in the corner of the altar, covering her stomach, which had been kicked until it ruptured.
"This isn't salvation..." His throat bobbed as his fingers unconsciously dug into Gu Qinghuan’s sleeve. "Look, Qinghuan. Their eyes are bleeding."
Chapter 95