The prisoners were escorted to the street by the pagans. After hearing the news, the townspeople crowded on both sides of the street. They either looked at the pagan guards with resentful eyes, or held the icons in mourning.
Everyone knew that they would be sent to the Holy Land and burned at the stake.
Anne, who was walking at the end, holding her mother's hand, hummed the tune "Where is the Lord" in a low voice.
Christopher walked in front. His hands and feet were bound like others, his eyebrows were bent, and the wooden icon pendant hung in front of the monk's robe. The priest had a calm expression.
Among the crowd, an old woman wearing a square headscarf squeezed out of the crowd, carrying a package in her arms.
"Grandma Amy!" The surrounding townspeople tried to call her.
However, Grandma Amy's steps were hurried because of this, and the guards did not stop her. She trotted to Christopher several times.
"Father, Father Christopher," Grandma Amy twisted her head and glanced at the surrounding guards. She hurriedly said to the priest: "Here are some dry pies and a little silver Reed."
Christopher took the package with his bound hands and smiled kindly at Grandma Amy: "Thank you, the Lord will protect you, Amy."
"Father, be careful on your way. Good priest, my husband always thanks you."
Grandma Amy squeezed tears from her eyes, and the guard warned her not to come near.
"Don't worry," Christopher paused and smiled slightly: "The Lord is there."
The guards pushed Grandma Amy, and she kept leaning back, squeezing back into the crowd. She finally managed to stand firm on her heels, and before clasping her hands together, she saw the wooden icon dangling under the priest's neck... .
In the crowd on the street corner, Chen Yi's eyes followed them and drifted away.
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"Nora Ridge."
After dark, after a hasty dinner, Chen Yi opened his spiritual eyes and tried to recite the ancient saying "Save".
Christopher taught himself this ancient saying before he left, because he trusted his uncle Raymond, and thus trusted himself.
Chen Yi cut her finger with a knife, and a few drops of blood dripped.
He waved a little light in his hand toward the wound, and the cut healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Huh." With a breath, Chen Yi turned around, took out the linen paper used for recording in "Old Past", and took up a pen to write down Christopher's words.
I remember that after memorizing the ancient saying "Save", I asked Christopher that the ancient sayings can be used by others as long as they remember the pronunciation. So in times of crisis, after the enemy hears his own voice, wouldn't he be able to recite his own ancient sayings.
Chen Yi's pen tip fell on the paper.
["Father Christopher said that if both parties use the same ancient saying, and the person with high understanding recites it, and the person with low understanding recites it, he will be hurt by his own ancient saying. Moreover, the person with low understanding will be frustrated by the understanding. Those who are tall make wedding clothes. At this point, it has nothing to do with spirituality.”]
Chen Yi wrote this rule down on paper.
"In other words, even if you hear other people's ancient words, if you don't know its language family and don't understand it... it won't be of much use." Chen Yi murmured, "So just knowing the pronunciation has no effect."
Putting away the linen paper, Chen Yi picked up a bottle of blood on the corner of the table. It was the blood that Christopher had left for his psychic ritual.
"Go to Kasim tomorrow to get some materials. Well, the Crimean Sage has been away for a long time, and both Roman and Idelai have induced spirituality. I don't know what Kasim will ask the Heavenly Society to do next." Chen Yixin Thinking.
Roman and Idelai's induction of spirituality was very successful, far beyond their own ability.
Chen Yi was not disappointed. He had directly mastered the ancient words, but they might not even understand what the ancient words were.
"After all, reciting the Platinum Mantra directly and using some mysterious props is enough to be effective." Chen Yi thought, "The mantra is effective perhaps because it contains ancient words."
"After getting the materials, let's perform the channeling ceremony the day after tomorrow."
Tomorrow night, Chen Yi will be on duty at the prison and will have a full day off the day after tomorrow.
To be on the safe side, Chen Yi planned to go to the Kingdom of God before channeling a spirit to protect himself.
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After sending away Wufa Lingdu, Lomea returned to the body of a fifteen-year-old girl.
In the study room converted from a prayer room, Lomea sat at the table, and the events of last night occupied his mind.
"...Last night, Chen Yi dragged his body?" Luomea said to himself.
The spirituality of the officiant's body was extremely high. At that time, she noticed the remaining spirituality, so when she turned around, she saw Chen Yi dragging something and hiding in the corner.
"Did Chen Yi kill him?... It should be, but... how?" When Luo Mei Abai was puzzled, an idea popped up in his subconscious.
Is it that soul? Secretly manipulating the souls of Resurrection Town? !
Is that soul targeting him? !
Lomea suddenly felt flustered.
Yes, the holy relics in the Lecture School also sensed traces of pale showers on his body.
If you think about it this way, the possibility becomes higher and higher.
Lomea grabbed her thick brown hair and murmured in disbelief: "How is it possible...how is it possible, he obviously doesn't have much spirituality, how could he be noticed. It shouldn't, shouldn't be."
Over the past few days, she had made many guesses about the hidden soul. She had suspected that it was the remnant soul of a fallen angel, or that it was a strange dead soul that escaped from the ancient holy city, or that it was a ghost. The projection of a certain god exiled from the Celestial Realm...
All in all, ever since he silently erased the memory of Isa's body, Lomea knew that the power of the soul hiding in Resurrection Town was beyond what he could measure at the moment.
"How did you get targeted... Sir, how did you get targeted? Your spirituality is obviously..." Lomea's self-talk revealed a deep powerlessness, "Spirituality... induces spirituality, yes, You have traveled to the Celestial Realm. So..."
Fingertips were pierced between the hair on her forehead. Lomea's mood was indescribable at the moment. She was unbearable, bitter, or tangled and sad. Her palms pressed her cheek bones, her brows tightened, and her eyelids squeezed her eyes.
"Damn it, I've obviously warned you." Miss Pepper said bitterly, "I've obviously warned you, why didn't you listen...Mr."
Luomea felt deeply powerless. It was impossible for her to drag Chen Yi out of the sight of the soul.
And even after sending the letter of confidence, she still has not received a reply from the chief priest of the church, so it is difficult to talk about any help.
After a long time, Luomea raised his face and said, "No, not necessarily. Maybe it's just a coincidence... maybe it's just that he has some mysterious object, which his uncle left to him. Don't think too much, don't think too much, it's rare."
The turbulent mind gradually calmed down, Luomea gently touched his chest and secretly made a decision.
She was going to have a look.
Secretly went to Chen Yi's house to confirm.
"Later, find a time, when curfew is approaching, bring the holy objects, um... go there in this body, not the body of the officiant, that body may still be stared at by it. If you want to confirm, just stand there outside."
