I want to kill a god before I die

"You."

Cheng Hai pinched her nose, and said slightly reproachfully: "Don't be like a child, let go of Father Ren."

Ji Youzhu: ""

Did Cheng Hai do this strange tone on purpose?

She feels her condition is getting worse

Ji Youzhu let go of the priest without love.

Looking at her strangely, Cheng Hai put the snacks on the table, and said: "This bag is for Yiyi, don't move it. We'll go back later, you can eat something."

"Um"

Ji Youzhu's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"Let's start." Cheng Hai turned his head and said.

"Anytime." Dishan said with a smile.

At this time, several figures appeared from the back door of the church, and the meeting between Huangquan and Shengjiao ended.

Judge Li still looked listless, but Judge Cen Xiaoyun and Judge Lin Hong had expressions of satisfaction on their faces.It can be seen that Huang Quan should have gotten a good price in this conversation.

"Then, happy cooperation."

Judge Yan was a little more stable, courteous.

"Goodbye."

Feib's expression remained normal, as did the bishops behind him.

"Yo, are you back from a date?"

Before leaving, Judge Cen took a playful look at Cheng Hai.

She didn't dare to provoke Dishan directly, but it's okay to be disgusted.

"Well, it feels good."

Cheng Hai smiled, not annoyed at all.

"Really good."

Dishan also echoed meaningfully.

"Humph!"

Phoebe couldn't help snorting coldly.

The saints of the Holy Cult are really not as good as one generation after another!

"Then I wish you a happy marriage forever"

Saying that, Judge Cen quickened his pace, and disappeared outside the church door together with her companions.

"No. 12 Saints!"

Fibri was so angry that he directly called out Dishan's pick, turned around and said, "Afterwards, I will truthfully report your problem to the Pope!"

"The question after the fact, let's talk about it after the fact." Dishan asked without changing his face: "I would like to know, what did you compromise with them for this ridiculous cooperation, so that you lost your composure?"

Fibri glanced at Cheng Hai, and his tone was almost commanding: "Come with me, let's go to the back and talk!"

"You go first, I still have things to do." Dishan said lightly.

"The Twelve Saints! You're not here to play!"

Phibri was really angry, and even wanted to kill Cheng Hai!

"I know this better than you!"

Dishan stepped forward, like a mountain with no top, towering and majestic!

"Is this the attitude of the Holy Church?"

Facing the pressure like a sea tide, Cheng Hai was not afraid at all, and his eyes were full of mockery when he looked at Feibri.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

I would rather compromise with outsiders than give some trust to my own people and communicate the reasons.

The pattern of this kind of person is still low.

"Don't trouble me!" Dishan said through gritted teeth.

Although she disagreed with Fibri, she didn't want to fight him.

"I'm telling the truth." Cheng Hai shrugged.

"Humph!"

Phibri snorted coldly and walked away.

Several bishops looked at each other in blank dismay, and had to follow Fibri to leave.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Dishan's complexion changed slightly, but she didn't intend to step forward to explain.

There is an old saying in Huaguo.

Different road non-phase plan.

What is right and what is wrong, the facts will naturally explain everything.

Chapter 52 Curse Lifted!

The church bell struck four times.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the priest closed the door ahead of time.

Pushing away the sundries on the altar, Dishan gently put down a pot of holy water with a pious face.

"Is this thing really useful?"

Recalling the night when he dealt with the wizard, the priest always felt that something was wrong.

"Don't you have a saying that sincerity leads to spirit? If you want this holy water to take effect, you have to have a good relationship with the heavenly father." Dishan laughed.

"I have done so many good deeds in his name, and I pray every day, but I haven't seen him show me a spirit." The priest pouted.

"At least, the holy water in ordinary churches can dispel some bad luck." Dishan comforted.

Genius is 99 percent sweat and [-] percent inspiration.

but,

That one percent of inspiration is often more important than that 90.00 percent of sweat.

This sentence is also true in miracles.

90.00% piety is easy to achieve, but to obtain the divine power of the Lord, the remaining one percent is the strength and status in the church.

"How do you pray?" Cheng Hai frowned.

Although it hurt to say it, he doubted the priest's piety.

The priest gave a demonstration on the spot.

"Almighty Lord, you are my father, please bless me with promotion and salary increase, and winning the lottery during the period."

Cheng Hai: ""

Dishan: ""

"Are you sure you are sincere?" Cheng Hai said dumbfounded.

"Of course it is sincere!" the priest said seriously.

He really wanted to win the lottery.

Dishan was very troubled, and said helplessly: "If you say that in our place, you will be hanged."

"Is this going to be hanged too?" The priest said innocently, "If I'm not asking for wealth and well-being, then why should I worship God?"

"The point is the first sentence, hello!" Cheng Hai's head was full of black lines.

"Food and food for parents, food and clothing for parents." The priest explained.

"Let's continue." Dishan sighed.

Fortunately, Phoebe is gone, otherwise the priest might have a nightmare tonight.

"What's this again? Salt and cumin?"

Cheng Hai pointed to the two small dishes of powder placed with the holy water.

"The white one is salt, and the brown one is coffee powder." Dishan replied.

"coffee powder?"

Cheng Hai couldn't help but wonder.

He had heard of salt being used to exorcise demons, but not coffee powder.

"As long as the process is right, these are just substitutes."

Dishan grabbed a handful of salt and drew a circle in mid-air with her wrist. The white powder was scattered with the shaking, drawing a hexagram pattern that was circled outward.

"Stand in the middle."

"I thought that the real exorcism only needs to inject a little bit of holy power into the head."

Cheng Hai stood in the middle of the formation.

"The First Saint may be able to do it, but this is not my specialty, so I can only use the old recipe from my ancestors."

Dishan washed her hands with holy water, and then wiped a cross on Cheng Hai's forehead.

"Close your eyes."

"Ah."

Cheng Hai did as he did, feeling uneasy.

"Father omnipotent, hallowed be thee. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."

Dishan's voice was unusually calm. In contrast, something in Cheng Hai's blood seemed to be restless because of it!

"I feel it," Cheng Hai secretly said.

This is a cold feeling that is completely different from aura, which makes him feel deeply uncomfortable.

As Dishan continued to chant the mantra, the thing spread from Cheng Hai's blood to his skin.

It's being stripped!

"You have given us this day our daily bread."

“Not yet alright”

The blood vessels in Cheng Hai's neck were stretched and turned purple.

That group of mysterious power refused to give up, clutching him tightly, making him breathless.

And Dishan's voice is still the same, neither fast nor slow.

"You forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors."

The black breath was like a small snake, climbing up to Cheng Hai's forehead, where it passed was full of burning pain.

At this moment,

greedy!

Gluttony!

Lust!

A lot of negative emotions poured into Cheng Hai's mind like hormones, making him extremely excited and aggressive.

"calm down!"

Cheng Hai pinched his chest tightly, trying to stop his beating heart.