Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 190 Finally caught up with this group!
Liu Yonglu understood. It turned out that the two little geniuses just wanted money. That was easy, because they had money.

Moreover, he thought clearly that he would exchange the task for Gregory's favor, and then use the money to hire the little genius to complete the task. Isn't this equivalent to buying favors with money? This deal is cost-effective!
"No, no, no, we're not asking for money."

Roselis waved her hand quickly and said seriously:

"We want to share the gospel with the poor. Don't worry, the money will be with you. Next year, we will start spreading the gospel from Mosesad. Then you can spend the money to buy some relief food and clothing, and we will give them to the orphans and the elderly."

"Oh, opening a porridge factory! You've been saying that for a long time. No problem, it's good!"

"Mr. Rich... the porridge factory, where oatmeal is distributed to the poor?"

As soon as Roselis asked this question, she saw Milly Tang behind Liu Yonglu waving her hands repeatedly, meaning that she should stop asking nonsense questions. However, she was still a step too late.

"Hey, can you feel full just by drinking porridge? Three meals a day!

In the morning, I have noodles with soybean paste; at noon, I have beef stew; at night, I make dumplings. Make dumplings! There are large pieces of beef, but they are not enough to cut into pieces. The more you eat, the more blessed you will be..."

The little genius didn't know what noodles with soybean paste and dumplings were, but they knew what beef stew was. The two of them drooled when they heard it, thinking that he was worthy of being the resurrected saint, and he was so generous in spreading the gospel.

"Well, then we have no problem. Mr. Richie, thank you in advance on behalf of the Holy See."

"Hey, where did you say that? Before the resurrection, the Saint once said: A full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man. We all lived in poverty."

Then the two little geniuses took out their notebooks and quickly wrote down the saint's words.

Millie Tang next to them was stunned, thinking that it was unlucky for the two of you to meet him.

"Roselis, Mr. Haverson, are you free tonight? You can come to my house for dinner. We can invite Lin Brown and Marquette later."

Millie Tang quickly stopped the conversation between the three of them and had a meal together in the evening. While eating, they could also discuss the strategy for carrying out the mission in the next few days.

"Okay, thank you for your invitation. We'll go back together later, Millie Tang. I'm looking forward to your cooking."

"I'm not much of a cook, he does it."

Millie Tang pointed at Liu Yonglu with a dark face, but Liu Yonglu looked pretty with a pout next to her.

In the investigation department, several people searched for information and chatted for a while, then went straight to the vegetable market. At this time, someone followed them. Who was it? The painter's hat.

Marcus never came back, and he didn't dare go back to report. He had to get some information before he could go back and speak.

The tracking was not a big deal, but it scared him. Four investigators, two inquisitors, and a little boy holding a strange bird. What a mess. How did the drawings fall into the hands of these people?

Oh, I'm in trouble. If I had known that someone was going to steal the blueprints, I would have thought that they were going to surround the enemy and attack their reinforcements. Maybe they were leaving in a carriage just to show me! Thinking of this, the painter broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he was smart and threw stones three times to ask for directions, and finally he found out the truth.

Seeing several people buying a bunch of vegetables and returning to the villa, Painter Hat ran away. He didn't care about Marcus' life or death. He had to go back quickly to report and think of a countermeasure after getting the information!
He drove straight to the abandoned mining company in a carriage. As soon as he entered the basement, he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Mr. Wordsworth! Mr. Wordsworth! This is terrible! The Investigation Department and the Saint's Sect have joined forces! Our plan has been known to others for a long time!"

Wordsworth, kneeling on the statue, was also startled when he heard the Painter's Hat shouting. Huh? He thought that his plans in recent years were done in secret and were extremely secretive. What? There is still more than a month before the Continental Expo, and everyone knows everything? He was no longer calm, jumped up from the ground, and before the Painter's Hat entered the door, he walked to the door and dragged him in.

"Tell me everything clearly."

The painter in the painter's hat breathed heavily and told the story with exaggeration. He was definitely exaggerating the situation in a serious way. If he downplayed it, he would appear incompetent.

Wordsworth said nothing, but listened silently. As they talked, the bodies of the believers in the basement room moved out of the room according to Wordsworth's wishes and crowded into the dark hall where the sculpture was.

"That's it, Mr. Wordsworth. I didn't expect that the other party had discovered our intentions in advance and had started planning two months ago. What's hateful is that they deliberately sent a person with a similar appearance for us to assassinate in order to lure out the true believers of the Father.

Fortunately, I was patient enough when I tried it the first few times. If I had been caught, I would have been in real trouble."

Wordsworth lowered his head and knelt in front of the statue again. This time, his prayer gradually changed from mumbling to reciting aloud, and his voice became faster and faster. Painter's Hat gradually felt dizzy under his recitation of the difficult and obscure spell.

The deep basement in front of me disappeared, and the concrete floor under my feet turned into a bumpy outdoor crater. Looking up into the distance, on the uneven gray rocks, there were densely packed and endless giant insects crawling on the ground. The huge insects were black in color, with triangular sharp scales hanging on them, and their gray-white bellies were exposed. On both sides were a dozen long-legged tentacles like dry bamboo branches.

And in the direction they were worshipping, there was a huge white...

Seeing this, Painter Hat felt a burning pain in his eyes. He couldn't help but cover his face, and snot and tears flowed down. Painter Hat felt like his life was being drained away.

"You should not overstep your bounds and look directly at God the Father."

Wordsworth's voice rang again beside Painter's Hat's ear. He moved his hand away painfully, and at this time he saw the dry cement floor of the basement again.

When he came back, his throat was dry and his head was dizzy. He never wanted to go through that experience again.

Wordsworth took a three-hole horn cup from the corner, and walked slowly towards the central stone column where the sculpture was hung with a sacred expression. When he approached the sculpture, the statue whose gender could not be determined suddenly cracked with a small gap.

White squirming flesh squeezed out from inside, and with it a transparent sticky liquid flowing out. Wordsworth raised the cup above his head and respectfully filled it, then stood up and performed the salute.

Painter Hat knew that this was the Father God sharing his profound and extraordinary ancient wisdom that spanned eternity. Unlike other gods who were foolish and chaotic by nature, the god in front of him was happy to share everything he knew with his believers.

In front of the statue, Wordsworth drank the liquid in the cup and then lay on the ground. His skin began to swell and ulcerate. A few minutes later, new white flesh replaced the necrotic flesh, leaving only dark red scars with pits on the epidermis.

Wordsworth tattooed the spell on his skin to express his humility and obedience before God the Father, and also to cover up these horrific wounds.

At this moment, Wordsworth, who was standing in front of the Painter's Hat, had a slightly different look in his eyes than before. His voice was ethereal and he looked at the Painter's Hat crawling on the ground and said:

"Father God has lent me wisdom and divinity that far surpasses that of ordinary people. If the people from the Investigation Department and the Saint's Sect can plot against us, we can certainly plot against them!"

I looked at the calendar and found that I have been writing this book for more than two months. It went by so fast. In the first few days, I stared at the data every day and was very nervous. Haha, it’s really interesting to think about it now.

But now my mentality is much better. I try my best to write good content every day and try to make everyone happy when reading it.

I hope I can stay with you for a little longer and bring you some laughter and surprises.

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