"Don't open it!" Father Huoer pushed Qian Cangyi away as he walked towards him, "Marshall, promise me, don't open it! This manuscript should not exist in this world. It's the devil's notebook; just one look would plunge one into hell."
Qian Cangyi stepped back, his face filled with caution.
"Huoer, have you read 'The Verdera Manuscript'?" Qian Cangyi challenged Huoer.
Upon hearing Qian Cangyi's words, Father Huoer knelt on the ground, covering his eyes with both hands, and started to sob, "I have, Marshall, I have read the manuscript. Even though I've only read two pages, the content engraved in my mind, persisting even in my sleep. I can't bear it anymore!"
"I keep beating my head, trying to drive them away, but it's useless, I've prayed for God's forgiveness, but God didn't answer me. I think I've been abandoned by God because I read the devil's notebook. I'm fallen."
Father Huoer cried out in anguish, his screams resounding hysterically.
