Chapter 22 Feng Shui Treasure Land
Time goes back half an hour.

After a night of madness, the evil god's followers finally regained their composure.

Of course, there were also those who had not yet regained their composure and had fallen into madness forever. They had completely lost their consciousness, their bodies began to twist and deform, and merged with the floor of the church.

By the time the next sacrifice is held, these twisted believers will become a breeding ground for the gods' messengers, just like those corpses full of maggots.

The priest in a red robe rested his forehead on the altar, and the broad wings made of flesh and blood behind him slowly folded up. As he returned to normal, the church that had been like a devil's cave also gradually recovered.

The tentacles growing from the walls broke off and fell to the ground, revealing 14 paintings of the Way of the Cross depicting Jesus' trial and crucifixion. The blood, mud and flesh carpet on the ground melted and seeped into the ground, taking the twisted believers with them and disappearing.

The early morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows, shining on the crucifix that emerged from the blood and mud, making the entire church sacred and solemn.

After dealing with the interior of the church, the red-robed priest slowly walked out of the church.

Was the bug last night lucky enough to become a believer of God, or was it even luckier to directly offer its flesh and blood to God?

With such pleasant thoughts, he slowly pushed open the door.

no one.

There was no trace of flesh and blood being destroyed.

The bug escaped!
"Damn it!" The red-robed priest's expression changed. How could it be possible that the insect could escape from the blessing of God!

He began to use his brain, which had been tortured by tentacles countless times, and tried his best to recall the details of last night.

"Damn it! No wonder! Turns out he's Chinese, the authentic kind!" He looked behind him, called a believer to his side, and inserted his index finger directly into the back of the man's head above the spine, transmitting the image of the man in his memory last night to the believer's mind.

He withdrew his fingers from behind the believer's head and sucked the white sticky substance stuck on them.

"Go! Find that Chinese guy and catch him, or kill him."

The believer hurried away with the two men, leaving the priest still angry.

After the pursuers had gone far away, a tall figure came to the red-robed priest, took his arm, and asked curiously, "Why can the Chinese escape from the God's sacrificial ceremony?"

Even if a small bug escapes, it is just a stowaway or a vagrant, and will not have any impact on the overall situation.

Feeling the soft touch on his arm, he felt better and explained, "Chinese people, especially those born and raised in China, basically live in a materialistic environment from birth to adulthood. Everyone is a materialist subconsciously."

"Materialist? What does this have to do with the Lord?"

The priest frowned, "It is not appropriate for you to know more now. I will tell you when you become a Phosphorus Powder Servant."

The woman smiled humbly and obediently left the priest's side. As she walked, her slit black robe vaguely revealed her fair body, as well as the thorns entangled around her body and the spikes that pierced her flesh.

The priest enjoyed this wonderful scene with pleasure.

"Like a robin tangled in thorns."
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Parhati led two believers in searching along the way. With the blood dripping from Leimulin, the tracking operation went very smoothly.

"It's a simple mission," he thought. "The target is a homeless man. I just need to tie him up in a deserted place and do whatever I want to him."

Missing the feeling of cutting a human body and inserting his hands into the soft and warm touch of the abdominal cavity, he couldn't help but become excited.

Not long after he walked, he found the unlucky guy on the river bank. However, the guy seemed to recognize him and was so scared that he couldn't stand and fell down.

Hehehe, the fear of insects is really the best little blue pill. Parhati feels like he is about to have a go.
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"Evil cultist!" Luke turned around in surprise when he heard the trembling words.

He just said he was having a nightmare and now he's shouting "cultists". Is he too immersed in the role or is he suffering from schizophrenia?

Following Lei Mulin's gaze, he saw three mysterious-looking people walking towards him quickly.

Really a cultist?
Luke was a little confused and he subconsciously reached for his gun, but it was broad daylight now. Even if he was a young master of the Plain White Banner, the people on the other side were fucking white.

If he just shoots without any reason, he won't be able to get away with it even if his father is a wealthy man.

After all, the United States itself is a fertile breeding ground for cults. There are too many cults in this land, and the number of people who believe in cults is also as huge as the number of fish in the sea. These are all American citizens with human rights and protected by law.

Should I take care of this trivial matter or not?

A sentence suddenly flashed through Luke's mind when he first met Moore. At that time, he asked about the truth behind the school shooting. Moore said it was related to a cult and asked Luke to be more careful.

This sentence was interrupted by the visit of the Tooth Fairy. Luke didn't know which cult was responsible for the school shooting, but there were territorial divisions among the beasts in the animal kingdom. Presumably, a cult that had the mood and ability to commit a large-scale shooting would not tolerate other cults developing in its territory.

Therefore, if what Lei Mulin said when he woke up was true, then the three people in front of him were very likely related to the mastermind behind the school shooting.

The hatred has already been formed. If I don't kill the entire family of these cult members and scatter their ashes, I will be unworthy of my identity as a Chinese time traveler.

It’s better to mind your own business.

Luke pulled Lei Mulin up and shouted, "Why don't you run?"

Pull him away.

I don’t know if any of the three people are extraordinary people, but they will probably not mobilize too strong a force to hunt down a homeless man like Lei Mulin who is powerless.

And, most importantly, none of these people seemed to be carrying any hot weapons.

In America, if you go out to commit a crime without even bringing a gun, that's very unprofessional. Luke is determined to let them see the authentic American Iai and personally help them improve their business capabilities.

If they have a future.

After running quickly with Lei Mulin for a while, the unfortunate child was originally weak, and coupled with the disaster he had encountered last night, he could not hold on for only three minutes. He gasped for breath and slowed down his pace on his own initiative.

"Hoo, hoo. I can't run anymore."

Compared with Lei Mulin, the three cult members chasing behind him were different. The evil god they believed in was originally related to physical deformation. Under such subtle influence, even ordinary believers had higher physical fitness than normal people.

Of course, the price is that the mental state becomes crazier.

Half an hour of searching and a few minutes of sprinting and chasing were just a warm-up for them.

Seeing the two men stop, the three of them chased faster.

Luke looked around. Hey, isn't this a coincidence? Not far away is the deep and dark alley where he met the two human-faced dogs yesterday.

This is a Feng Shui treasure land.

(End of this chapter)