Forty-eight. They are closely related.

The strange, dazzling white light, like a sphere crashing into the world, filled the entire view.

The figure outside the church was swallowed by the light, and then there was Lu Li, who should not have existed in this space, sitting in the Confessional.

Lu Li squinted slightly, but found that the light was not blinding. The Confessional vanished from sight, and Lu Li was left alone in a boundless white world seated on a wooden chair.

One fragmented scene after another unfolded before his eyes.

Lu Li could see the face of every individual and what was happening to them.

Olivia Kikan, who looked as old as fifty, walked out of the wooden cottage filled with the sound of her son's coughs, entered the church, received a revelation from the blurred figure in the Confessional, and was then knocked dead by Viscount Rivis's splendid carriage on a broad avenue. Her cooling body lay with eyes wide open in reluctance, reflecting the entire world.

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