Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

Chapter 68 God’s Grace (2)

His eyes scanned the crowd provocatively.

Except for Xia Lingge and the boy in the peaked cap, everyone who was stared at by him lowered their heads. No one dared to disobey Zhang Peng, and no one wanted to shout with him.

'Squeak—'

The gorgeous semicircular arch was opened by two delicate boys. An old man in a pure white cloak walked slowly over. He had a smile on his brows, a peaceful and charitable face, and a Bible in his hand. When he saw them, he put his right hand on On the left shoulder, chant: "My Lord's Holy Grace."

Xia Lingge and the others reacted quickly and hurriedly shouted after him.

The chanter nodded with satisfaction and said: "The seven saints are all saints who have stood out after layers of screening. Now, I, the messenger of God, will lead you to meet God and accept His most sacred baptism."

They followed the chanter out. Along the way, they saw blue skies, white clouds, green grass, and pure white ancient Roman buildings that were majestic and noble. Saints in white robes came and went, all holding a Bible in their hands, looking solemn but solemn. With a touch of kindness, every time they passed by the chanter, they would stop and whisper "Our Lord's Holy Grace", and the chanter would also stretch out his fingertips and tap their foreheads, saying "God, bless you" '.

Whenever this happens, the faces of those saints will show happy and obsessed looks.

It really doesn’t look like a horror copy, but it’s surprisingly consistent with common sense.

Xia Lingge and others came to the drum-fortress-like palace, where even more delicate and beautiful tulips bloomed flawlessly.A tall, holy, and unparalleled statue of God stands in the main hall, with His broad robes flying, and his eyes slightly lowered, as if looking at all the people at His feet with love.

The chanter excitedly put his right hand on his left shoulder and shouted, 'My Lord', then turned towards Xia Lingge and the others and said, "Kneel down and pray sincerely, God will grant you baptism."

Everyone looked at each other with some hesitation. Zhang Peng sneered and was the first to kneel down in front of the statue, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together.

Xia Lingge followed suit, and the rest of the people followed suit one by one. Soon the surroundings fell into a layer of silence, leaving only a faint scent of Sanskrit lingering on the tip of their noses.

Xia Lingge quietly sensed but suddenly felt that something was different about herself. She couldn't say what was different, but she suddenly felt a fanaticism in her heart. This fanaticism was like admiration and worship for something, and she wanted to dedicate everything to it. We must kneel at His feet to the death.

My mind was shouting extremely loudly, but I knew very clearly that it was nothing but illusion.

Intoxication and sobriety, illusion and reality.

These two emotions kept colliding and intertwining in her mind, biting and devouring each other. Finally, she slowly opened her eyes.

The chanter standing next to the statue saw her open her eyes, and a strange surprise appeared in her kind brows, but it quickly disappeared. He looked at her with a smile.

"The grace of our Lord."

Xia Lingge slowly said these four words in a clear voice.The chanter also repeated it and then looked away.

Slowly, the remaining people gradually opened their eyes, but their mental state was obviously not as clear as hers. Their chaotic eyes were filled with enthusiasm and admiration. They looked at the statue in front of them and loved it to the point of being almost humble. Degree.

Xia Lingge glanced around and found that except for Zhang Peng, who seemed to have a headache, and the young man wearing a peaked cap whose face could not be seen clearly, the rest of the people were full of excitement and fanaticism.

She looked at Sicheng who was closest to her, pulled him over and slapped him on the head without saying a word.

'Pa——' The sound was extremely loud.

"What are you doing?" The chanter looked at Xia Lingge dissatisfied, "How can you behave so rudely in the temple of God! You must accept punishment to repent for your mistakes!"

The other fanatics immediately looked at her sinisterly.

Xia Lingge glanced at Sicheng, who was beaten to the ground by fear, and his expression gradually changed from fanaticism to ignorance, and then said to the sutra reciter: "No, you are wrong. I am really happy to become a saint, and I love our Lord God too much. I just wanted to do something to celebrate.”

"In our hometown, we have to set off fireworks when we encounter happy events, but unfortunately there are no fireworks here, so I have to work hard to 'manually set off' them."

The corner of the reciter's eyes twitched uncontrollably. Before he could react, Xia Lingge hit the heads of the other players a few more times. Seeing their ignorant looks, she turned to the reciter and said: "The celebration fireworks are over, you can continue."

Reciter: "..."

He looked at the statue of God again: "You should know how much God has contributed to the reproduction of mankind. He has given us houses and land, food and wine, and enabled us to live peacefully in this chaotic world, but... …”

"Some people want to disobey the gods."

His brows suddenly became strange and ferocious, and his face was like an evil ghost climbing out of hell.

"So I hope you can find the traitor who is not despicable and ugly. This is also a test given to you by God."

Two children in white clothes came outside the door. They were holding plates with a note 5 cm long and 2 cm wide inside. Xia Lingge took it and a prompt sounded suddenly in his ears:
[God’s answer: Report the traitor]

The chanter continued: "Since you have become saints, every morning at dawn and under the stars at night, you have to come to the temple to worship. If there is someone who is suspected of being a traitor, you can write his/her name on a note. Name, and then burn it in the furnace, God will punish him/her. But please pay attention to my children..." He pointed to the exquisite small stove in front of the statue, and then looked at them, "Each of you can only report once. Chance."

Zhang Peng frowned and said, "What if I find the wrong one?"

The chanter smiled lovingly and said, "God will not blame children for innocent mistakes."

All are silent.

"Okay." The chanter said, "You have understood the test. I hope you can distract God. Now come and choose your positions and perform your duties."

【Temple Position Selection】

[Book Envoys: This is a very sacred and noble position. You can travel the ocean of books and acquire endless knowledge. The secrets contained in every line of text will be explored and controlled by you. 】

[Two people serving: Serving the gods, how many people dream about it?God will see your loyalty, your faith, your love, and your pure and perfect heart, and He loves you, my child. 】

[Two Holy Envoys of the Sea of ​​Flowers: The beautiful nature is protected by us together. Even the gods will show their most sincere smiles towards the weak flowers. Have you ever tried to sit in the sea of ​​flowers and chat with them?If not, you'll be sorry. 】

[One communicator: A lonely communicator is always alone. Do you think he/she is pitiful?No, you just don't quite understand. Stepping out of the temple and facing the world, what could be more wonderful than exploring all things?All kinds of people, strange things, oh...but don't go too far, the lost children are really pitiful. 】

(End of this chapter)