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Chapter 247 'Sinner'

"Look at your clothes... aren't you hunters? Why would you do such a thing?" Kafka asked them in confusion.

"What do you know, kid?"

"If it weren't for the so-called fame and money, who would sacrifice their lives to protect a group of civilians?"

"Assholes...! The title of Demon Hunter is not for people like you!" Kafka pointed at them.

Without any hesitation, Lin Yu made the decision.

He swung his sword and cut the ropes that bound the guards, but not to release them, but to let them witness the subsequent act of justice with their own eyes. He lifted the tarpaulins on the carriage one by one, exposing the shocking truth in broad daylight.

"Kafka, their lives are in your hands. You know what to do." Lin Yu said to Kafka.

Lin Yu did this just to make Kafka "grow up", otherwise, if this memory is released later, the real Kafka will become the current personality, what should he do then?

Kafka stood in front of those extremely evil guards. The sunlight shone obliquely on her body, giving her a layer of light golden glow, but also reflecting the complex and determined expression on her face.

The air around seemed to be frozen, leaving only the sound of the breeze gently blowing the leaves, intertwined with the occasional sound of reptiles in the distance.

Kafka tightly grasped the weapon in her hand, which was Lin Yu's sword. The tip of the sword flashed coldly in the sunlight, echoing the coldness in her eyes.

Her breathing was steady and deep, and every breath seemed to gather strength and determination.

She first looked at the first guard, the man known as the Demon Hunter...the man with blood on his hands.

There was no wavering in Kafka's eyes, only hatred for justice and evil.

She slowly raised the sword, her movements smooth and decisive, and with a flash of sword light, she ended the life of the first criminal.

At that moment, there was no expression on her face, only a hint of determination and sadness flashed in her eyes.

Then, Kafka walked towards the rest of the guards one by one, and each movement seemed so heavy and powerful.

She said nothing, but interpreted the power of justice with her actions. Every time the sword fell, it was accompanied by a heavy sigh, which was the regret for the depravity of human nature.

Kafka knew that although these guards were only executors and not decision-makers, the crimes they committed were equally unforgivable.

During this process, Kafka's face gradually revealed a maturity and tenacity that transcended her age, and her eyes changed from initial anger and confusion to firmness and determination.

She knew very well that the sword in her hand not only represented power, she wanted to let these sinners know that no matter how much glory and status they had once had, no matter how many difficulties and hardships they had, they could not cover up the crimes they had committed.

Finally, when the last guard fell, Kafka slowly put down the sword in her hand and knelt on the ground. There was a trace of fatigue on her face, but more of a sense of relief and satisfaction.

Kafka knelt on the ground, her body trembling slightly as if from being tense for a long time.

Her face was a little pale, but it was not because of fear or weakness, but because of deep reflection on what had just happened.

Her eyes showed both relief after completing the task and heaviness after a deep insight into the dark side of human nature.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was still thinking about those issues that could not be easily resolved... about sacrifice, about the good and evil of human nature...

"Are you okay?" Lin Yu walked up to Kafka and asked.

"Not...okay..." Kafka answered in a low voice, her voice soft but firm. She began to wipe Lin Yu's sword carefully, wiping away the 'dirty' blood one by one, as if she was also wiping away the haze in her heart.

Afterwards, she gently returned the sword to Lin Yu. Their eyes met in the air. Without saying anything, there was already a deep understanding and trust between them.

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"Then...these goods..." Kafka's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. Her eyes were incredulous, and her eyes were wide open and almost jumped out of her sockets. She stared at the boxes that were half-covered by tarpaulins, revealing a hint of ominous atmosphere. Her lips were slightly parted, and it seemed that even her breathing had become heavy.

Lin Yu nodded slowly, his movements were heavy and his eyes were complicated: "Yes," he whispered in a low voice, "these are the hearts that were taken from innocent people. They lie here quietly and are the most direct evidence of the crime."

Kafka's face lost its color and turned pale. She clenched her hands into fists, then gradually loosened them. Her fingertips trembled slightly. Even the air froze at this moment, making it almost impossible for her to bear the shock.

She took slow steps towards the boxes. Every step she took felt like she was stepping on a sharp knife blade. The pain in her heart was beyond words.

With every step she took, her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. It was not just a physiological reaction, but more like a resonance with those hearts. She felt their once passionate beating and the endless pain their owners had endured.

"We... must destroy them." Kafka's voice suddenly became powerful, and her eyes flashed with a determination not to retreat.

To her, these hearts were not only a continuation of sin, but also the greatest blasphemy to those innocent souls. She would never allow them to continue to exist.

Lin Yu did not hesitate for a moment. He acted quickly and worked together with Kafka to untie the remaining tarpaulin and open the boxes one by one.

The moment the lid of the box was opened, a cold breath hit me in the face. The neatly arranged hearts inside, although having lost the warmth of life, still told the tragedy of the past in a shocking way.

"Hu..." The two sighed at the same time, a sigh mixed with heaviness and determination.

They held the hearts carefully. Even though they no longer beat, their heavy weight was like a thousand-pound rock pressing on their hearts, and they could not ignore it.

As night fell, the two finally took out all the hearts one by one and placed them in an open field. Then they lit a fire. The raging fire swayed in the night breeze, illuminating everything around them and reflecting their faces.

The flames devoured one heart after another, and every crackling sound was like sin's wailing and struggling.

Finally, when the last heart turned to ashes and merged into the blazing sea of ​​fire, Kafka and Lin Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other in silence, with relief in their eyes.

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The flames gradually died out, leaving only ashes and rising smoke that slowly dissipated into the night.

Kafka and Lin Yu stood there quietly.

Kafka lowered her head, closed her eyes, and folded her hands lightly across her chest, as if silently praying for those innocent souls. Her face was filled with complex emotions, including sadness and anger.

"Let's go." Lin Yu finally broke the silence. His voice was light but full of power.

Then Kafka nodded and followed Lin Yu.

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