Shen Xiao was holding a scythe in his hand, wearing a black robe and a skull mask, while Tang Niannian was in a white robe with wings on her back. She also wore Madonna makeup and a golden wig, which made her look quite similar. thing.
The two of them went to Lucien's room first. Lucien was the leader of the foreigners who plotted against the textile factory, and he was the one who came up with all the bad ideas.
The door was locked, and snoring could be heard in the room. Tang Niannian took out the wire and easily opened the door. The two of them entered the room in a flash.
Tang Niannian took out the ice pack from the space and placed it on Lucien's bed. A dozen ice packs were emitting a whooshing cold air. After a while, Lucien curled up with the cold, grumbled a few times, and reached out to pull the blanket.
But the pull was empty, and the blanket had already been moved away by Tang Niannian.
After a few more minutes, Lucien felt even colder, as if he were in a world of ice and snow, which made him shiver.
He seemed to feel someone beside him, and there was a cold feeling on his neck. He felt a shiver and opened his eyes.
His eyes were blank at first, and he quickly closed them again and continued to sleep, but after only a few seconds, Lucian opened his eyes again, this time awake, because he saw the God of Death.
Standing next to his bed, the sickle swung towards his neck, about to harvest his life.
The nerves in Lucian's whole body were tense, and his fear reached its peak. He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound, his throat seemed to be blocked, and the room was getting colder and colder.
He heard his grandmother say that when people are dying, they will get colder and colder, and they will see the Grim Reaper.
No, he is only thirty-nine years old and he is reluctant to die!
Lucian shed tears of despair and looked at the 'God of Death' pleadingly, hoping to get some mercy from the God of Death.
But the God of Death ignored him at all, and the sickle got closer and closer to his neck, only a few centimeters away.
"No... God, Maria, please save me!"
Lucian finally found his voice and instinctively appealed to God and the Virgin for help.
"My child, are you calling me?"
A particularly kind voice came over, like the sound of nature, as if a warm winter sun shot in, lighting up the room and warming Lucien's body.
He slowly twisted his neck, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he looked in surprise at the Virgin who appeared out of thin air in the room.
It was exactly the same as the Virgin Mary he imagined, even more beautiful. Her whole body exuded the light of love, but it seemed that the Virgin Mary didn't like to smile very much and her expression was cold.
But Lucian thought it was normal. How could the Virgin laugh like a mortal? Such a cold Virgin was holy and great.
"Please save me, I am still young and I am your devout believer!"
Lucian grasped at straws and cried for help.
Moreover, he discovered that after the Virgin appeared, the death's scythe stopped. Although it did not move away, it did not get closer. Lucian was overjoyed and cried even more happily to the Virgin. Every tear was true.
"My child, you are too greedy. You want to get money that does not belong to you, causing hunger and poverty among the people. You are guilty!"
Tang Niannian didn't know how the Holy Mother should speak, so she simply acted according to the tone of Guanyin Bodhisattva. After all, they are all Bodhisattvas in heaven, so they should be able to string it together.
Lucien, who was frightened and panicked, had no intention of identifying the authenticity of the Virgin. Moreover, he saw the Virgin appearing out of thin air with his own eyes and had no doubts about Tang Niannian.
When Lucian heard that the Holy Mother said that he was too greedy, Lucien felt a little bit in his heart, his face changed, a big cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he became more convinced of the Holy Mother.
He had just started, and before he could get the cloth, the Virgin Mary and the God of Death knew about it. One wanted his life, and the other came to admonish him.
The Bible is right, never do evil things, God and the Blessed Mother will know about it.
"I will change, I will definitely change. I don't make that money. If I pay them a high price, can I still live?" Lucien was still bright and he immediately thought of the key.
Making money is important, but life is more precious. If you have money, you have to spend it with life.
"You can correct your mistakes if you know them. You are still a good boy. Thanatos, please give him a break. I will never stop you if he makes another mistake next time!"
Tang Niannian negotiated with the God of Death with a compassionate face.
Lucian nodded desperately and said: "I will definitely no longer be greedy in the future. I will do charity, and all the money I earn will be used for charity. It is absolutely true!"
Anyway, he doesn’t want to get married and has no children. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, the rest of the money he earns is for charity. He should be able to live a few more years, right?
Tang Niannian pretended to persuade him a few more times, and the God of Death finally put away the scythe. The skull looked at Lucian coldly, and then disappeared into the room out of thin air.
Lucien felt as if his eyes were blurred, and the God of Death disappeared.
He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Was he able to save his life?
"Kid, remember your words and don't make the same mistake again!"
Tang Niannian's ethereal voice seemed to be floating from the distant sky. Lucian nodded quickly and promised: "I will change it tomorrow. I will do what I say!"
Then, his eyes blurred again, and the Virgin Mary disappeared.
Lucian wiped the sweat from his face again, his palms were wet, and the clothes on his back were soaked.
He bit his finger and the pain made him cry. It was true.
The God of Death had just come to take his life, and then the Virgin Mary stopped him and told him not to make any more money he didn't deserve. It was all true, and he promised the Virgin Mary.
"Maria, I will keep my promise!"
Lucian made the sign of the cross on his chest.
What he didn't know was that his companions were also frightened and made the same promise.
Tang Niannian and Shen Xiao are in Kurt's room at the moment. This guy looks down on Chinese people and talks like a yellow-skinned bitch. She has long wanted to teach this white-skinned pig a lesson.
Tang Niannian was much more cruel to this white-skinned pig than the previous ones. Although Lucian and the others were hateful, they still respected the Chinese people on the surface, and they just used some tricks to make a profit.
Kurt stood on Chinese soil and insulted Chinese people. She had to scare this white pig.
It was also the ice pack that woke Kurt up from the cold, and then the death's scythe. Kurt was much less courageous than Lucian. He was so scared that he peeed, and the bed was filled with a stinky smell.
Before Tang Niannian could do anything, Kurt's eyes turned white and he fainted.
"Useless things!"
Tang Niannian kicked her foot in disgust. She, the Holy Mother, hadn't even come on stage yet. It was really useless.
Even if she fainted, it would not affect her performance. Tang Niannian poked Kurt awake with a needle and said something familiar, saying that he was too arrogant and spoke arrogantly.
"The angels from the East came to me and said that you were humiliating their people and talking like a yellow-skinned pig. Now you are standing on the land of the East, but you are talking arrogantly, showing great disrespect for the Chinese people and damaging the reputation of the Westerners. Death is very angry and wants to take you away.”
"No, I will change it. From now on I won't be called a yellow-skinned pig again. I will definitely change it!"
Kurt felt a chill in his heart. He didn't expect that this would be the reason for his untimely death.
If I had known, he would definitely be more respectful to the Chinese people than he was to his parents.
