"I have nothing to do with Him."
The old man's face froze with trembling.
"What, what does this mean?!" The old man's hand turning the song beads suddenly sped up, and his throat moved up and down Ganba's neck, "What are you talking about...what are you talking about?!"
"I am a true believer." Chen Yi said calmly, ignoring the boy's expression, "I have nothing to do with your god."
"Idiot! So you are an idiot!" The old man's voice suddenly became sharp, "...How dare you say such disrespectful words! Damn you! How dare you!"
Then, the old man put the chanting beads together in his hands, faced the holy painting, and prayed loudly: "O King of Kings, judgment has come, and the ignorant true believers still do not repent and dance crazily around the hypocritical icon. They are lost. direction, turning a blind eye to your will.”
Chen Yi took steps.
The spiritual vision eye on the palm of his hand ignited a pure golden flame.
Lomea held her breath for a moment, not daring to say a word.
For some reason, she had an unknown premonition. She felt that what happened next was something she didn't want to see. She felt that the goodness in her heart was faintly trembling, as if it was struggling.
Qinduil followed Chen Yi and took two steps forward, alert to the situation in the room.
Chen Yi faced the old man, whose pale and wrinkled face felt the firelight, which was so bright and warm.
The old man's almost collapsed face trembled slightly.
Chen Yi stared at him with a supreme and holy aura, sizing up the pagan in front of him.
"I'm here to save you." Chen Yi repeated again.
The old man felt that something in the pure gold flame in front of him was making his faith tremble.
It was like what the scriptures said was the breath from heaven.
He couldn't help but feel that the breath came from heaven, and immediately shook his head violently to suppress the blasphemous thoughts in his heart.
"...Big lie, big lie!" the old man screamed: "Only the King of kings can save us, only He can! He promised it, not a fool like you! Go away, go back and face the trial Come on, the dead soul will haunt you forever!"
Chen Yi looked at the old man coldly and saw that after he finished speaking, he was about to hold the book and recite the scriptures.
The old man seemed to be using scriptures to curse Chen Yi and despise Chen Yi.
The old man in front of him, just like his grandson, was completely unaware that he had already become a dead soul.
Their consciousness still remains thousands of years ago, and their dead souls maintain their appearance in life.
It's like a nice bubble.
So Chen Yi chose to expose it.
"You are already a dead soul."
After the words fell from his ears, the old man's whole body stagnated, like a dead corpse. He fell into great horror, and his eyes suddenly lost sight.
"But I'm still alive here."
Chen Yi's words were plain and cruel.
The atmosphere became silent, the faces of the old man and the boy froze, and their eyes widened.
The silence in the worship room lasted for a long time, without any sound.
until.......
The pores on the bodies of the old man and the boy began to drip with pale rainwater.
The boy held his head and squatted on the ground, howling and crying in despair, like a wolf cub that had lost its mother and been seriously injured, miserable and helpless.
The thin and broken body of the old man beside him had undergone a terrifying change.
"I suffer for you stupid people... Damn it, I suffer for you stupid people!"
The old man's voice became out of control, distorted and full of resentment. His facial features became ferocious, and his collapsed skin stretched toward the floor like melting ice and snow.
"You blasphemous idiots, you deserve to die! You deserve to bleed like a river! You deserve to be full of corpse stench!"
In the room, the old man's body gradually swelled, and the violent voice could not cover up the sound of broken bones.
"It is because you have allowed His will not to be carried out on earth that He will judge us together with you! When that day comes, you stupid people will be miserable forever, but we who obey His will every day will eventually be saved!"
Chen Yi's face was dull.
Facing the twisted and crazy monster in front of him, Chen Yi remained motionless, the pure gold flame burning in his palm.
That light is so beautiful.
With just one sentence, he defeated the pagans in front of him.
"Am I not the messenger He said you would be saved?"
This squirming and growing monster felt cold all over its body.
On the huge body, the old man's frightened and dazed eyes stared straight at Chen Yi.
The flame in his hand glowed with golden color, so sacred and warm, as if just touching it with his hand could lead his soul to the kingdom of heaven.
"Answer me." Chen Yi asked calmly: "Saved or not?"
As soon as the words fell, the old man's bloated body collapsed instantly.
The body retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, trying its best to return to its original shape. When the old man's body became thin again, he suddenly fell to his knees.
The boy's wailing stopped.
The old man raised his head absently and looked at the pure gold flame. Pale tears flowed out. He said incoherently: "You are lying to me, you are lying to me! Big lie, big lie! You stupid people... don't know that we are. Should one wait for judgment? Can one ignore the wealth in heaven because of earthly wealth?"
Chen Yi opened his arms, looked at the pitiful pagan old man, and asked, "What are you still holding on to?"
Even though Chen Yi had already understood the old man's choice, he still asked this question.
The old man's jaw was open and stuck, and he stared at the pure gold flame in Chen Yi's palm.
He wailed, lowered his head, and couldn't help but murmured: "O King of Kings, when will your judgment end, and when will our suffering end?"
Qinduil watched all this, shook his head, and whispered: "Lord, he is so stupid, he does not want to recognize you."
The old man's face was too heavy to bear.
He was lying on the ground, with no strength in his limbs.
"To be saved, or not to be saved?"
Chen Yi still asked.
With trembling hands, the old man barely raised his body from the floor.
A hoarse voice came out with difficulty from his withered throat.
"Since you are not the messenger He said," the old man slowly raised his body and lost his strength and said, "Then let's go, I can't be saved."
Lomea, who was witnessing all this, couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a trembling voice: "Why... why?"
"Because He is infallible." The old man raised the beads in his hand and said piously.
Then, the old man's eyes gradually regained their vitality, and he turned away, no longer facing the pure gold flame.
"I won't recognize you."
Chen Yi slowly put away the pure gold flame.
"Remember, you rejected it."
The boy got up from the floor. He looked at the old man and then at Chen Yi. For a moment, his young face showed unspeakable disappointment.
The child moved his hands and feet and crawled to the old man's side.
Chen Yi turned around, walked down the stairs step by step, and left the three-story house.
Their figures disappeared.
The old man faced the scripture and turned his chanting beads.
The whole worship room was quiet except for the soft sound of the beads.
"Hamuzai..." After a long time, the old man spoke softly.
The boy next to him raised his head and looked at his grandfather in confusion.
"I will hand over the blood of Venakana to you now. You take it with you and go find that person with your mother."
"...Grandpa, grandpa?"
Hamuzai looked at his grandfather in disbelief.
"Go and recognize him." The old man spat out these words.
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Soon after, the boy named Hamuzai left with a bottle of blood water.
The old man slowly walked up the stairs and returned to the worship room.
He stood in the empty worship room for an unknown length of time.
The old man raised his withered hands and picked up the scripture again.
As he had done for thousands of years, the old man slid his Adam's apple, faced the sacred painting, slowly knelt down on the cushion, recited scriptures softly, turned his beads, and begged his god.
The voice was long and calm.
"The devil who deceives people's hearts,
You said you would promise me earthly wealth,
Don't I know that's a big lie?
Do I not know that the King of kings has promised riches in heaven to the world? "
The old man hesitated for a moment and read on with tears streaming down his face.
"Don't you see...the power in our peace?"
