Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 422 Preachers of the Past

The dry, wrinkled old hand under the snow-white sheets trembled noticeably, and then slowly pulled back.

Millie Tang stood beside Liu Yonglu. At first she didn't notice anything wrong, until Bishop Lorraine completely withdrew his hand, then Millie Tang narrowed her eyes.

Weird, very weird.

When Liu Yonglu was taking the pulse, the palm of his hand extended from under the curtain was facing upwards, but the direction of his thumb was...

Millie Tang simulated the sleeping position of the person on the bed in her mind. If the palm is facing up, the other person's outstretched hand should be the right hand, and the thumb should be facing the head of the bed.

But the thumb that was just extended was pointing towards the end of the bed! How did this person's arm grow?

After Liu Yonglu finished speaking, Bishop Lorraine did not respond to him. The air in the room suddenly froze as if it were a solid object.

Millie Tang raised her eyelids and glanced at the other young servants in the room, and found that they were also secretly observing her and Ricky with their eyes slanted, and hurriedly avoided their gaze when they saw that she was looking at them.

There really is a problem. In an instant, Millie Tang's hair stood on end. The slender tentacles of the silver necklace around her neck slowly touched Millie Tang's collarbone.

The conditions for opening one's own dreamland have been met, and the people in the house are full of malice towards oneself.

With just a thought, she could drag these people into the ice and snow... But if that were the case, tonight would be equivalent to a complete declaration of war, and the two of them would have no way out... Is this really... okay?
If it was an investigator who had just entered the field, he might have taken action out of nervousness, but Millie Tang's mind was so firm that she managed to hold back under such high pressure.

This idea still needs to be given to Ricky, after all, this mission is related to the restart of the world!

"Mi Li'er, I don't think you need to prescribe a prescription for this disease. Don't you have a folk remedy at home?

You can make soup with day lily and rock sugar, and eat it every morning on an empty stomach, right?"

When the situation was tense, Liu Yonglu's nonchalant voice suddenly rang out in the room. He stretched out his left hand and squeezed Millie Tang's hand, meaning it was self-evident, "Hold on, don't act rashly."

"Yes, just like you always say, folk remedies can cure serious illnesses."

The two of them already had a tacit understanding. Millie Tang's body remained tense in a combat state, and she just made some perfunctory remarks.

Millie Tang could see that there was a problem, and Liu Yonglu, who was closer, naturally saw it too.

As the dry hand was withdrawn, Liu Yonglu smelled a hint of raw meat. He had just finished cutting mutton during the day so he was particularly sensitive to the smell.

There was incense burning in the room, but he wouldn't have been able to smell it if he hadn't been too close.

What to do? Should I fight or hold back? The same question also popped up in Liu Yonglu's mind.

Without much consideration, Liu Yonglu decisively chose the latter. He came in with Mi Li'er and did not bring Xiaohu and Ling'er. Even if he wanted to turn against her, he had to wait until his Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were present before turning the table.

Without them, how could Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang fight the enemy? They would obviously suffer a loss.

At the same time, he also remembered the advice of the old saint, that to catch the leader first, it seems that it will be a permanent solution to directly deal with the Virgin Mary's head, but the Virgin Mary is not so easy to deal with.

After so many reincarnations, the old saint has tried every possible way but still couldn't solve the problem. That's why she came to me this time. So don't be impulsive. It's not too late to go back and have a good discussion before a fight.

"Ahem... Thank you... Mr. Saint Baran...

I’ve actually been feeling much better lately.”

A weak reply came from behind the curtain. Liu Yonglu pinched the flesh on the palm of Millie Tang's hand with his fingernails, meaning not to take it lightly and to talk about it after going out.

"Then Bishop Lorraine, we will not have dinner with you this late. Let's get together some other day. Don't forget to take the folk remedies and drink some Nine-Year-Old Tiger Bone Wine.

We are leaving now. Don't see me off. Don't see me off."

The young priests in the house could only make way for Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang to go out without receiving orders from their master.

"Thank you for your concern, Saint Barlaan. May the gospel accompany you into your dreams. Good night."

In the dim candlelight, Millie Tang and Liu Yonglu said "goodbye" to the young priest who opened the door and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang left, the bed in the middle of the room began to rustle.

Low growls of "Uh...ah..." could be heard from time to time.

"Show me what Saint Baran brought."

At this time, the voice behind the curtain did not sound weak at all. The young priests looked at each other, and finally the priest with a bowl-cut hair standing in front of the bed tremblingly rolled up the curtain.

Under the curtain was a body that had been broken into pieces. Every joint of Bishop Lorraine seemed to have been precisely cut by a scalpel.

But the strange thing is that from the cut surface of the wound, you can see the red and white flesh inside, but not a drop of blood has seeped out of the wound. The bed sheet is white. A person was cut into dozens of pieces and lay calmly and neatly on the bed.

The fragments were carefully arranged, like prehistoric fossils that had been carefully cleaned with a brush by an archaeologist.

Bishop Lorraine's head was placed on the pillow, and his face seemed to be propped up from the inside by some force. He looked indescribably funny, but he did look decades younger. "I smelled a strange smell... It's the smell of the gods... That little girl Taskarana really hasn't given up yet, interesting... This time she actually found other gods to help her."

An exclamation came from Bishop Lorraine's calf, and a gentle woman's face suddenly appeared on the front bone. The original flesh of Bishop Lorraine's calf was torn apart forcefully, and the corners of his mouth and the edges of his eye sockets on his calf were all bloody red and white, but like the wounds on his body, no blood flowed out.

The calf was obviously referring to the "90s Tiger Bone Wine" sent by Liu Yonglu.

"Try it... I will try it! A thousand years have passed and my mouth is watering."

This time it was Bishop Lorraine's left upper arm that spoke. The facial features on it were large and the lines were rough. He grinned as if he was really going to drool, but it was only half an arm after all, and the young priest could only see a small tuft of muscle trembling nervously.

"Quiet down, everyone. Quiet down, I don't want to mess this up, and I believe you don't want to either."

Bishop Lorraine said dryly on the pillow.

He was Our Lady’s earthly preacher, but Bishop Lorraine did not know until the other day that he was not the first earthly preacher.

The number of pieces on my body now indicates how many times the Virgin Mary has tried.

These people have experienced reincarnation for thousands of years, and at the last step, they raised their arms and shouted. Like themselves, they carried the most primitive will and desire of the Virgin Mary. Take back the stone tablet! Complete the cursed foolish will.

Among these people were bishops, kings, elders of the Senate, and consuls of the legions. In short, they were the most powerful people of that era.

Without exception, they were attracted by the promise of the Virgin Mary.

Bishop Lorraine wanted to frown on the pillow, but it was a bit difficult for him to do so in his current state.

The first time I met the Virgin Mary was when I was... in my forties, about the same age as Bishop Campion is now. I was as high-spirited as him, and I took every trivial matter to heart. Although I was one of the eight bishops, I was as humble as a grain of sand.

The Virgin Mary appeared before him without any warning, inside the Gate of Nothingness of the chapel, and Bishop Lorraine was dragged in in full view of everyone, but no one else could see it.

What brought them together? Fate? Or coincidence?

For decades, Bishop Lorraine had never figured out this problem, until a few days ago, when the day of apocalypse arrived and those former preachers on earth began to emerge through the stigmata on their bodies.

Bishop Lorraine finally understood what he had in common with them, and that was why he was chosen by the Virgin Mary.

Without exception, they are all tired of the real world. This boredom does not come from dissatisfaction. On the contrary, every person in the world has once stood at the pinnacle of worldly power.

They just saw through it and hoped to reach out their hands to touch something more fundamental, which only the Virgin Mary could give them. This became the opportunity for them to become preachers on earth.

Before the world restarts, the new preacher on earth will have stigmata on his body.

The wills of the preachers on earth contained in the stigmata will gradually awaken. The Virgin Mary was cursed by other gods in the distant past.

Her consciousness was sealed in the Lost Sea along with the stone tablet, and she has since become a blind and foolish god, repeating the cycle of reincarnation relying only on instinctive desires.

And these preachers on the earth are the consciousness she has accumulated inadvertently. They share the same goal with the Virgin Mary and are full of ambition. It can be said that the saint's countless failures were not due to the Virgin Mary's primitive desires, but more often to this cunning collective.

"This Saint Baran must have seen something. Why didn't he take action just now?"

A young and feminine voice came out from a piece of body fragments. He was obviously talking to Bishop Lorraine. As an earthly preacher of this generation, Bishop Lorraine had a higher level of control over his body.

"Saint Baran? Hahaha, the Saint always comes up with some new ideas. This time she came up with another Saint Baran. What is he? A saint?"

The speaker was the right foot of Bishop Lorraine, who was also a bishop of the Holy Woman Sect several years ago, so he was particularly familiar with those religious power tricks.

“Yeah, a saint, but I’m pretty sure this guy has nothing to do with the patron saint.

But I cannot underestimate him because of this. He controls the Returners and has ancient relics that can activate the Dreamland. Bishop Contaldo was tricked out by him.

This guy is accompanied by two gods. It can be said that he... may be the most capable assistant that the Saint has found in her countless attempts."

"Haha."

"whee."

Different preachers on the ground occupied the fragments of Bishop Lorraine's body, sneering one after another, mocking the Bishop of Lorraine's cowardice and weakness.

He had no idea what kind of existence the Virgin Mary was. No matter what secrets this Saint Barlaan was hiding, they were meaningless in the face of the power of the Virgin Mary.

He is too young and too inexperienced.

On the pillow, Bishop Lorraine turned his face downward with difficulty. Although his limbs were covered with stigmata, they were gradually replaced by those of his past preachers on earth.

But his torso is an exception. At this moment, his lower abdomen under his chest is bulging high, and the Virgin Mary is being conceived inside it. When the Virgin Mary is born, the Apocalypse will be restarted. Before that, no trouble can occur.

(End of this chapter)