MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 18

"Do you believe me?" the priest asked.

This handsome and young priest has short black and soft hair, and dark eyes that seem to **** people's attention. His black and white stand-up collar, black robe and rosary beads all exude a holy atmosphere. Even if his face is pale and his lips are bloodless, they can't weaken the majesty and sanctity of the shepherd of God.

The eyes of the wounded lying on the ground were wide open, and their out-of-focus eyes were attracted by the priest's words. He looked at each other blankly, and pressed his hands on the wound in the abdominal cavity to prevent the intestines from falling out. The priest raised his voice and asked seriously, "Do you believe in God?"

The wounded began to nod with difficulty. How could anyone in Yamenan say that he did not believe in God. The priest's eyes softened, and he stretched his hand forward, hovering over the wound, bending his fingers slightly. It was a healing gesture commonly used by church healers, and the wounded looked at the rosary in his left hand with deep longing on his face.

"Then, you will be healed, because believers will be saved." The priest comforted softly, "My Lord saves all believers on earth, so that you and I will not have to suffer parting and pain. Please watch, my hands will begin to release the light of healing , your wounds will heal from internal organs to skin."

As he said, a soft glow appeared under his palm. The wounded man had seen the healer heal the village chief before. The bowl-sized wound did not leave a single scar. Now the brilliance in the priest's palm is no different from what the wounded man had seen. Will he also be blessed by this miracle? ? Don't you have to die? Why would the priest come to treat such a small person as him? Full of doubts and hopes, the wounded watched as the fatal scratches left by the alien beasts gradually became smaller until there were no traces left.

"God..." He moved his hand away in shock, looked at the smooth skin exposed under the torn clothes, and said ecstatically, "Thank you! Priest! Thank you!"

"It's all because of your pious faith." The priest smiled. He watched the wounded get up quickly, jumping and jumping, enjoying the life he thought he was about to lose. He accepted the thousand thanks from the wounded with a smile, but there was no smile or emotion in those black eyes. His appraising eyes calmly covered the wounded who had been cured, and he watched him rush out the door excitedly.

Then fell to the ground.

The wounded made a choking sound from his throat, and stretched out his hand to his stomach in confusion, touching the warm blood. The wound that had disappeared reappeared in its original place, and because it was not pressed, it opened like a laughing mouth. The organs fell all the way, leaving red trails like slugs crawling through, and only a small section was still connected to his abdominal cavity. The wounded man reached out tremblingly to push them back in, but he stopped moving as soon as he grabbed the intestines.

The priest closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"May you and I have no sorrow in our hearts, because there are many dwelling places in the kingdom of the Lord..." He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and began to recite the prayer of mourning. After reading, he opened his eyes, looked at the corpse with regret, and said, "It seems that your belief is nothing more than this."

An ascetic came in and bowed to the priest. The priest nodded in return, stepped back a few steps, and then four wolves crawled in.

These wolves are brightly colored, and each of their claws is larger than ordinary ones. There is no doubt that they are strange beasts born with crystal nuclei. The strange thing is that they didn't attack humans or even the same kind for no reason like ordinary beasts. Instead, they crawled towards the corpse with a clear purpose. Their claws made a series of cracks on the corpse, and the place where they were scratched quickly softened into a piece of minced meat. The pack of wolves gorged themselves on the minced meat, and soon there was only a dark red color left in the cabin, and the locals could tell what had happened just by looking at it.

No one would care about a villager who was eaten by a strange beast. In the village near the Wenjialuo line of defense, people died like this every year when there was a wave of small beasts.

A strange beast-like sound came from the ascetic monk's throat, and the well-fed wolf rushed away after hearing the sound. The biggest wolf came to the door, seemed to be tempted by something, and suddenly turned around and went back into the house. The ascetic monk increased his voice, and Lang Guan shook his head and tail anxiously, but refused to come out obediently.

A bolt of lightning flashed in the air, hitting Lang Guan's head accurately. It didn't smash the wolf's head, but easily took its life. Even so, the smell of scorched fur still made the priest open his eyes.

From the time the wolf began to eat, the priest has been adjusting his breath with his eyes closed, as if he was certain that he would be safe and sound. Although he wasn't afraid of blood, he didn't like to watch such **** and filthy scenes.

"I hope they die outside next time, Eva." He frowned, and the woman dressed as an ascetic outside bent over to apologize. The priest was about to go out when a crow flapped its wings and flew into the room, perched on the male ascetic's arm and quacked. The priest waits patiently until the ascetic feeds the crows.

"Any good news, Isaac?" the priest asked.

The ascetic monks began to sign monks' sign language at him. The man named Isaac was given to the ascetic house by his parents because he could not speak, but when he grew up, he awakened the ability of animal language. After he finished "speaking", the priest laughed. "Alingu's idiots," he said, "have they fooled themselves into thinking that they are the gatekeepers of the gods? They are really contradicting themselves like His Majesty the Pope."

The priest has a background close to the gods, at least the closest to the "servant of servants". He grew up in Alingu, where the atmosphere of Illuminati is the strongest. one. But when he spoke of Alingu, the gods, and the Pope, there was not much respect in his tone. He mocked unceremoniously, still with a gentle and compassionate smile on his face.

"'God's people' can't be abandoned there." He stroked his chin, thinking, "The ascetic monk's courtyard is the worst choice, even the confinement room is better than it. But just being in the confinement room is for us It's useless to say, she has to come out."

Isaac and Eva stood there in silence, as if ignoring everything the priest said. That's fine, the priest is not talking about it.

"I've got to write a letter," he said to himself. "That's all."

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When the priest's messenger bird flew to Alingu, Chris and Ann's daily dinner was still going on. Mr. Ranger rested his chin sadly, watching An contentedly sipping the soup.

The routine has been carried on to this day, and Chris feels that there is no way to make progress. It's not that An's thinking is meticulous and her mouth is strict. She always answers whenever asked, especially when she is busy eating, there is almost only a straight line between her mouth and her brain, which makes the patrol team's cliché skills useless. But she cooperated and cooperated, and the answers provided were of no reference value.

"Have you never seen a patrolman?"

"Well, you still told me the term."

"So you weren't the one who appeared on the night of the Sullivan tragedy? When did you wake up?"

"Woke up at Sullivan Park."

"Wait, then how come you haven't seen the patrol team? Did you wake up and see the body and lose consciousness again?"

"No, I woke up during the day, and the maid took me to meet a group of people."

"Um, so the Sullivans were alive when you 'woke up'?"

"yes."

"Did you kill them?"

"No." (I just want them to disappear, it's great to have a dream come true, An Xu thought.)

Chris never expected that answering all the truth would cause such a ghost to hit the wall. At present, he can only confirm that the soul named "Ann" appeared for the first time on the day of the Sullivan tragedy, perhaps due to the pressure of being treated as a waste alpha.

After the tragedy, Chris searched everywhere for Anna. According to Sullivan's information, I learned that this noble girl was born with poor health and was locked up at home, lacking friends and games. I heard that she was a very timid girl, quiet and shy. The more autistic and depressed a person is, the more frightening it is to explode.

She may have produced a huge supernatural ability in the depression, and her ability lost control and killed everyone, and then fell into a deep sleep of self-evasion, leaving her body to the newborn soul "An"; or her outbreak created a newborn soul "" Ann", and gave everything to her, so that Ann killed relatives who "did not know" without knowing anything.

Either way, Chris finds it difficult to convict Ann.

"Killing is not good," he said dryly.

An raised her face from the hot mushroom soup, as if she found his entanglement very funny. "Are you still thinking about that?" She said, "You said that you are a law enforcement officer, have you never seen a dead person? The punishment here is so severe, and you think that the world is full of harsh punishments, and the death penalty will not be rare. "

Chris sighed at what she said. In the routine, he knew what happened to Ann in the college, and felt that the seminary was far less beautiful than the citizens of the mountain had imagined. Is the shepherd's back garden such a place? Is not God and His servants gentle and merciful? It was a little too much for a sick young man who was almost a child to be flogged, isolated, and hungry enough to eat grass.

If the conversation with Ann disillusioned Chris about the seminary, life in the patrol team was the disillusionment of his dreams. The patrol team does protect the people, but it protects the rich and powerful even more, making profits in the gray area, and is not the defender of justice as he imagined. Chris was rewarded for killing a farmer in battle to protect the nobleman, but later he discovered that the farmer attacked the nobleman because the other party had killed his child, a newborn omega, for his own selfish desires.

"The death penalty is not the same as murder!" He replied firmly as if trying to convince himself.

"It's not a good person who died, so it's all right." An Xu muttered, "They talk like they can't care about human life, I bet, this kind of big family's egomaniac must have dirty hands, killing anyone Not wronged."

Chris looked at her disapprovingly, but An Xu looked back calmly. A voice whispered inside Chris that Ann was probably right.