The fifth personality, the nightmare starts with a dual identity

An looked a little surprised, because according to the church's propaganda, even sinners could enter the church to repent.

but now……

The priest looked indifferent and said, "It's not that the gods refuse your entry, but that you must first know how to repent of your mistakes."

Ann wanted to argue, but the priest had already returned to the church.

Although the door of the church was open, An did not dare to cross the limit in her heart.

An was walking towards home in a daze. The church was outside the town, not far from the cemetery.

On weekdays, when someone dies, a priest will come forward to give blessings to the deceased.

But as the plague spread, the priests rarely left the church.

It is said that they will pray for the seriously ill townspeople in the church. Only those who are still healthy and have some savings at home can see them.

An felt a little confused, and her confidence in life that she had finally regained showed signs of collapse again.

But life has to go on, and even if you really leave here, preparations won't be completed in a short while.

Things seemed to have come to an end, but they were slowly fermenting in the dark.

As the plague worsened, the rumors about An became more and more outrageous.

Someone spread the news that the priest forbade Ann from entering the church, which seemed to be evidence, and made those ignorant people regard Ann as the cause of all disasters.

In the church, while the people in the town were still suffering, the priests were still enjoying a comfortable life.

Some people are infected with the plague, but with precious medicines brought back from the big cities, even if they are infected, they will recover quickly.

Seeing that no one in the church was infected, the people in the town thought it was the blessing of the gods or the effect of the holy water.

So many people spend their money to buy holy water.

However, there are not many drugs after all. It can barely cure a few people, and it is simply impossible to spread it on a large scale.

The priests had never thought about such a thing, but were paying attention to other things at this time.

The priests gathered together to discuss recent trivial matters. Regarding the plague, it was actually far less cruel than the townspeople imagined.

Those who are unlucky will die in the first batch, and then most people will slowly recover. Although it takes time, the priests still have some experience with such diseases.

What really concerns them is wealth, what should belong to them and what does not belong to them.

Someone complained, "Now the only one left in that family is the girl named An. Originally, if they had not come back, all this would not be so troublesome."

Someone followed and said, "It doesn't matter anymore. Now it seems that the wealth belongs to the church after all."

Rumors about the girl became more and more intense, and the villagers eagerly hoped that the plague would pass as soon as possible.

For this purpose, the villagers' behavior became more and more extreme.

Someone began to gather outside the girl's home, shouting at her to get out of town.

Someone smashed the glass of the girl's house with rocks in the middle of the night.

After not being able to take a good rest for several days, the girl's mood became tense.

The cursing outside the window continued, as if as long as the girl left, the disaster would end naturally.

In fact, the condition of those infected has improved a bit, but they have not noticed these slight changes.

Perhaps I have never cared about it, but there are other reasons why I gather here.

Or jealousy? Or resentment.

The situation has not been relieved, but has become increasingly chaotic.

The crowd gathered was getting bigger and bigger, and the girl had lost her sense of proportion.

I have never seen such a scene, especially at the most vulnerable time when my parents have just passed away.

But things seemed to take a turn for the better. The priest, who had not been seen for a long time, suddenly appeared, persuaded the villagers to return, and then knocked on An's door.

When the girl opened the door and looked at the priest wearing a holy robe, she thought for a moment that she had been saved.

He said hurriedly, "Thank you, priest. I don't know what I did and why I let them do this to me."

The priest looked at the girl meaningfully, bypassed the girl's position, and walked directly into the girl's home.

The chaos these days left the girl no time to clean, causing some damage to this extremely luxurious house.

A strange meaning flashed in the priest's eyes. He was silent for a moment and said, "I have already reminded you to regret your mistakes."

"Your name is Ann, right."

Seeing An's confused nod, the priest continued, "Think about what you got that shouldn't be yours, and you may be able to find your own path to salvation."

The girl's reaction was still confused. If the girl's parents were still there, they might be able to figure out what the priest was talking about.

But how could a girl who had never been exposed to the evil nature of the human heart possibly understand the complex relationship the priest spoke of.

The priests did not stay long. Time passed too long, and the priests could no longer hold back.

This time it was just a hint and a reminder, but it was obvious that things were not going anywhere.

The girl is still living in dire straits, and the behavior of the people in the town has become more and more excessive.

In a church room where believers are listening to confessions, a man is confessing his sins.

The man is not very old, but his mother died in the previous plague.

Originally he just blamed it all on fate, but as rumors spread about the girl in the town, an uncontrollable thought appeared in the man's heart.

He wanted to kill the girl to avenge his mother.

But after all, he is an ordinary person. As soon as this thought occurs, the man's heart is filled with regret.

So the man came here, hoping to get guidance from the gods.

There are no outsiders in the confessional. The only one is the priest arranged by the church to listen to the believers' confusion and guide them in the right direction.

The man's voice was low and could only be barely heard by the priest.

At first, the priest didn't care, just treating it as a trivial matter.

But as the man narrated, the priest's eyes showed a strange light.

The man is trying his best to suppress his inner thoughts. After getting over the initial impulse, the man actually regrets it very much, or is afraid.

In church propaganda, killing leads to hell.

Although it is just propaganda, in such a remote place, the dogma of the gods is even more useful than the law.

The man's voice was full of fear, "My heart is filled with evil thoughts. It shouldn't be like this. I will devoutly regret my mistakes and only hope to make up for it..."

At this moment, the priest interrupted the man's confession, his tone was deep, and there was an emotion that the man could not fathom.

"What you think is a sin may not necessarily be a real sin in the eyes of gods."