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When the gun was pointed directly at her, Donna felt that time seemed to slow down.

She saw the other person's face under the hood. Anger and sorrow were almost solidified in every wrinkle, and it was such a hateful person who wanted to kill her.

Peng!

Gunshots rang out, but Donna wasn't dead yet.

The old woman's body tilted, and it turned out that the young man with an injured face in the cell next to her reached out from the fence and grabbed her calf, causing her to lose her balance. Donna pushed the gun away.

The bullet hit the iron bars of another cell, sparks flying, but the drunkard inside did not wake up, but curled up and shrank again.

Donna didn't see the young man's outstretched hand. Time was running out, and she didn't care to think about why she wasn't shot. She just took advantage of the old woman's failure to grasp the weapon firmly, grabbed the pistol with force, and then pointed it at her. The original owner of the quasi-weapon.

A weapon that has just been fired once is still very intimidating.

Donna didn't know how to use a gun, but she subconsciously pointed it at the man's face.

"roll!"

There was an emotion in the voice that was foreign to her.

The old woman didn't try to snatch her anymore. She just looked at her with an expression like looking at a monster and slowly backed away.

"Get out of here!"

There was still someone standing in front of her, but Donna felt that her vision was blurry and she couldn't feel the other person's presence at all.

She couldn't feel anger or fear, and she couldn't think of anything in her mind. Everything was guided by instinct, and her mind was in chaos. Only her limbs that were getting colder and her breathing that was becoming more and more laborious were like two thorns piercing her. deep in my heart, and it becomes clearer and clearer.

The muzzle of the gun rotated as the old woman's body moved. It wasn't until she completely exited the prison that Donna put down her hand, but still held the pistol and stood there blankly, breathing heavily.

"Your hand is injured." The young man in the cell behind her reminded her.

Donna dropped the weapon and the pistol hit the cold ground, making a louder sound than a gunshot. She raised her hands to her eyes to check, and sure enough she saw a huge wound on her left hand.

The bullet just now didn't miss her, it just missed her vital point. It penetrated the tiger's mouth of the girl's left hand that was fighting for the weapon.

This cannot be said to be a penetrating injury, because a whole piece of flesh was shattered by the metal projectile. The red and white flesh were mixed together, and blood kept pouring out from the deeper texture, like underground water seeping from the soil, staining it. The palms turned red, and they dripped down to dye the ground red.

She couldn't feel anything until she saw the wound, and it wasn't until this moment that she realized it. Pain swept through her slender blood vessels like a flame.

First there was pain, then numbness soon, and his left hand was shaking unconsciously.

Donna took two steps back and slowly sat down against the wall at the end of the prison. Her injured wrist rested on her knees, while her uninjured hand covered her face and sobbed softly.

The wall she was leaning on had the only window in the prison. The sunlight slanted in here and missed her. The light that shone through Xianchen was like a wall of light, locking her in this dark corner.

The raven-faced young man turned his head away unbearably, but then looked at the prison door, angrily grabbed the door and shook it repeatedly, making a loud noise.

"Fuck, where are the guards? Are they deaf? They didn't even hear such a loud gunshot!"

He yelled loudly, his voice echoing through the corridor, but there was no response from outside.

The priest in the cell opposite him let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand from the gap in the fence and waved to Donna: "Come here, I will treat your wound."

Donna put down her hand, managed to stand up with one hand on the ground, and staggered towards him.

The clear area in front of Louis' cell was illuminated by the sun, and it was warmer than where she had been just now. However, Donna was injured here, so she did not like the warmth and light here at all.

The girl's eyes were still red and tears were hanging on her cheeks. She sniffed and kicked the picnic basket abandoned by the woman to the door. Then he knelt down and handed his left hand to the priest.

Louis held the injured hand in his own and once again called for the light of miracles.

Pure white power emerged on the wound, but disappeared after a flash.

His face immediately darkened.

"Sorry, I can't treat this kind of injury. You'd better go find a doctor."

"Is this just a miracle?" Donna asked, choking with tears.

The wound hurt, but I was still curious.

"Yes. I was really deceived by him, and he said you were an ordinary person!" The priesthood suddenly realized that Clayton Bello had lied. His daughter was not an ordinary person at all, because ordinary people could not see it. to the light of wonder.

However, the flickering miracle did not cause any burns to Donna Bello, and it was obvious that she was indeed not a Darkin.

He put down his hand: "Okay, go away quickly. My heart has been polluted. What was just the remnant echo of the miracle in my body. This little power can only help you stop bleeding. The rest is up to you." The quality of the doctor we called in. But it didn’t hurt the bones, so it will be easier to recover.”

Donna sobbed: "You have to come with me."

The priest didn't like her stubbornness: "I just said I won't leave, and didn't you just leave too?"

"But I was hurt because of you, and you want to repay me."

"No, you are mistaken. This is not a deal. Moreover, I did not ask you to save me, and you should not save me. I will die in the hands of that woman just now." The priest waved his hand and said coldly. "If you are conscious, you should realize that I am in prison, this is a place for prisoners, and everything I endured is my own fault."

Whether it was Sevan's death or Lawrence's death, he bore unshirkable responsibility.

And taking responsibility for his sins is the last thing he can do that is consistent with his identity as a believer.

The girl's choking stopped, and her yellow eyes looked at Lewis steadily, as if she had just discovered what kind of person he was at this moment.

The dark-faced young man behind her suddenly spoke: "Hey, miss, if you can let me out, I can help you take him away."

Louis felt no emotion about his betrayal, just closed his eyes and lay back down.

Even if the young man could leave the cell, it did not mean that he could take him away. Luis knew that the guards would not let him out, and it was impossible for Donna Bello to convince those who had the power to let him out.

But Donna thought this was an opportunity. She immediately gave up talking to him and turned to look at the young man.

"Are you serious?"

The young man stood up from the straw and pressed his face against the fence. The iron bars left marks on his face, and red rust stuck to his face: "Of course, I never lie, and I I helped you just now, otherwise you would have been hit by a bullet, and now you have to repay me."

Donna thought for a while: "Okay."

After she agreed, she immediately turned around and left the prison. She was going to find the key.

The key was with the guard, and she had seen it not long ago. However, the door of the prison was deserted at the moment. Donna didn't see the guard. He didn't know where he had gone, so he didn't come in to investigate the situation when gunshots were heard in the prison just now.

The only thing she could confirm was that there were no signs of a struggle, which meant that the guard left on his own.

It may have been the woman's companions who lured him away.

Where else can I get the key?

The pain of the injury was gradually becoming bearable. Donna was not in a hurry to return to her uncle. She wiped her face, frowned and thought for a moment in the open space, and suddenly had an idea.

It was time for her to find some friends.

"Priest, you should really leave with this young lady. She looks noble and she must have a way to let us out." He said with a green face as he looked at the inmate opposite. There was a flaw in his words, so he quickly added Added: "Even if she can't help it, her parents must also have a way. Otherwise, how could she be so sure that you can get out?"

"She can't take me away, and I don't want to go out." Louis said calmly.

"I have repeatedly violated the sect's precepts. Even if people can tolerate me, I cannot tolerate myself."

The black-faced man shrugged. He didn't think Louis was a bad person. Until the young lady came in, he was still accepting his sincere teachings.

"It's up to you, but I will take you away when I go out. I just promised her."

The priesthood did not agree with his view: "The guards can let you out because you just had a fight with someone. But you can't take me away because I killed someone. The guards will prevent me from going out."

"You can definitely get out." The black-faced man said firmly, "I believe you."

Louis closed his eyes. The bad smell around him made him feel calm. He could feel that he was atonement.

"When I went out, that's when people took me to trial."

"Then what should you do if the person who took you out sentenced you to life?" the young man asked curiously.

Louis told him frankly: "I accept all consequences."

Peng!

The prison door was kicked open.

Donna stood at the door. Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered with reflective sweat. She was weak but looked extremely excited. She also had three long ropes under her arms. The front ends were rolled together, and the rear ends were dragged to the floor and connected to the outside. Don't know where the extension went.

Seeing her, the dark-faced young man immediately leaned against the fence: "Hey, we are talking about you. Have you got the key?"

Donna didn't answer. She strode in with an excited smile and stuffed one of the ropes into the gap in the cell fence with a black face.

"Tie it to the door in a tight knot."

The young man didn't ask why, he just did it immediately.

Then the girl turned around and walked to the priest's cell. The persistent man still closed his eyes and refused to look at her. He was not only in prison in reality, but also sealed himself in the cell in his heart.

Donna struggled to use her left and right hands to wrap the second rope around the iron bars and tie a knot in the fence. Then he pulled it, holding the third rope in his arms and retreating with satisfaction.

After appraising her position again, she shouted to the door:

"It's time to start!"

Two loud cow moos sounded outside.

The rope dragging on the ground straightened instantly, and the two cell doors made a creaking sound as metal deformed, screaming crazily in the door frames.

After a few seconds, they gave up the struggle, and the two iron doors slammed to the ground at the same time, splashing dust in the sunlight.

They face each other like two people bowing to each other.

A loud noise exploded in his ears. Priest Louis in the straw pile opened his eyes in disbelief. He saw Donna using a pair of garden scissors to cut the rope connecting the iron gate on the ground. Noticing his sight, she frantically Looking at him, he took out the third roll of rope from his arm.

The rope has been knotted and is a noose.

"What are you going to do?!"

He only had time to shout before he was trapped by the rope.

Donna stepped on his chest and pulled the rope with her hand to tighten the noose around him.

"Sir, you seem to have said just now that everything you have endured is your own fault." After repeating the other party's words, the ranch girl Donna seemed happy enough. She laughed and stepped back, shouting to the door again:

"No. 3, let's go!"

A strong force came from the rope, and Padre Lewis had no way to resist it. He rolled on the ground in embarrassment, being dragged away by the force.

The broken straw and dirt forced him to close his eyes tightly again. The collision with the hard ground made his whole body sore. He couldn't think of any repentance or atonement. He just felt that every second was stretched ten times longer, and clear pain came from all directions.

He didn't know how long it took before he heard Donna Bello shout "stop".

Then Louis stopped and stopped rolling.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was the world outside the prison door, the smiling face of Donna Bello, the three cows that turned around to look at him, and the majestic and brilliant sun in the sky.

It was a sunny day today, and he felt warm while lying in the sunshine outside the prison.

Only then did the black-faced man step out of the prison door.

"Miss, do you sentence him to death or to sentence him to live?" he shouted eagerly.

Donna had no idea what he was talking about, but she was proud of everything she did today.

"Live!" she said cheerfully, akimbo.