I think I'm eating people.
I reek of blood. I can't take it anymore.
I think I've died.
Am I still myself?
Am I still human?
After several densely written, incoherent entries, the head nun never updated her notes again.
It was as though the demon within her had taken control.
Yin Chao thought of why he had come here, and his heart sank.
Could the head nun still be considered alive?
Were the other four missionaries in the same predicament?
Seeing Yin Chao's gloomy expression, the little boy wrapped his icy hand around his finger.
"I know how to break the Forbidden Flower's spell."
Yin Chao looked at him. The flickering candlelight reflected in the boy's eyes like twinkling stars.
The boy continued, "Legend has it that an evil witch used the Forbidden Flower to imprison a prince. Only when a princess with a heart full of true love watered the Forbidden Flower with her blood was the spell broken.
"The princess's love was like poison to the Forbidden Flower."
"A princess's love is love. I'm the Priest's most devout follower. That's love too, isn't it, sir?"
The boy asked him, but Yin Chao didn't know how to answer.
After waiting a long time without receiving an answer, the boy rushed out of the head nun's room and ran downstairs along another, barely noticeable passage.
Yin Chao followed close behind. He seemed to know what the boy was going to do.
It was just like the first time, when the boy had gazed at those graves and calmly said that they were where he belonged.
Devout believers were always willing to give everything for their faith, including their lives.
The nuns had already left the main hall.
It was deserted, save for the towering statue of a god at