Forty-nine. The last person's story

In an endless expanse of pure white space, there was only a wooden chair and Lu Li sitting on it.

Lu Li waited quietly, knowing the test would ultimately reveal everything to him.

Then, the confessional suddenly enveloped Lu Li and the wooden chair again, standing abruptly in this pure white space.

Spots of vibrant colors painted the white space like an oil painting—the outer walls of the church, the stained glass, the pews, and the dim, scattered light.

When everything returned to normal, the soothing sound of an organ flowed through the church once more.

But this scene wasn't completely restored; outside the wooden wall in front of Lu Li, blurred and mottled scenes began to change.

It could be pushed open.

A thought suddenly emerged in his mind, and with that, Lu Li reached out to push the wooden wall.