After the evil god was mistaken for a weak cannon fodder [Unlimited]

Jane Sleepless wears this holy robe, which is likely to be regarded as "the Madonna in the church"

In some small towns in the Middle Ages, there is indeed a tradition of letting children call the Virgin Mary their mother.

Jane Bumian: "..."

The audience in the live broadcast room was very happy to hear and see.

【Hahaha, that's so stupid, I didn't see Mianmian all night and actually had a child! 】

[Male mother yyds, who doesn't love a beautiful and gentle male mother! ! 】

【Shock!Mianmian was already a mother before she got married! 】

[Mom, mom, mom is hungry, QAQ wants to hug! 】

[Who is the child's father? ? ? 】

Jian Bumian glanced at the barrage and felt even more puzzled.

He is a man, so I feel that this title is a bit awkward, but why does the audience seem to accept it well?

Is he behind somewhere?

Jane Bumian came back to her senses, leaned over, and said to the child solemnly: "I'm not your mother."

"Mother."

"I'm not your mother."

"Mother."

The child's voice is crisp and full of attachment.

He didn't know if he couldn't understand Jane Bumian's words, or because of the blessing of Jane Bumian's holy robe buff, he thought that Jane Bumian was his mother.

Jane Bumian pinched the little boy's fat cheeks, and said helplessly, "Brother."

"Mother?"

Jane Bumian: "..."

Forget it.

It is not impossible to be a mother.

Jane Bumian pushed the little boy's thin back: "Well, I'm your mother, your mother is going to sleep with your father, you go and play."

The little boy realized that Jane Bumian was chasing him, his beautiful sea-blue eyes quickly filled with tears, his cheeks turned red, and he began to cry in a milky voice: "Woooooo... Mom, don't want me..."

All the players looked at Jian Bumian, wondering why the kid suddenly called Jian Bumian "Mom."

Could it be that Jane Bumian triggered some kind of family buff?

Jane Bumian: "..."

The roots of his ears were flushed, he pursed his lips, his heart sank, he picked up the child, and walked down the spiral stairs to his bedroom.

"Whoa-!"

He threw the child into the bath with hot water and let the other party take a bath by himself.

Fortunately, this little boy is not too squeamish, at least he can take a bath by himself, and after taking a bath, he will take the initiative to put on the clothes prepared by Jane Bumian.

The clothes were borrowed by Jane Bumian from the locker room, a set of blue and white children's sweaters.

After the little boy took a bath, he no longer looked like a dirty little clay figurine. He had fair skin, a head of light blond hair that was soft and smooth, and delicate features. His eyelashes were thick and dense, covering his sea-blue eyes.

Like a golden retriever puppy.

Jane Bumian looked at him and couldn't help thinking.

Jane Bumian couldn't drive the little boy away, so she could only let him stay by her side.

He casually raised his hand and pinched the little boy's cheek, what he felt was the warm and soft skin.

This little boy is a living person, not a ghost.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Jane's sleepless eyes.

It would be great if it was a ghost, such a little ghost must taste very tender and delicious...

But it doesn't rule out that there is a very powerful ghost that can pretend to be a living person.

However, Jian Bumian felt that his luck was not so good. If there really was such a powerful ghost, wouldn't he be lucky to make a lot of money?

Jian Bumian suddenly remembered: "What's your name?"

The little boy blinked: "My name is Michael, Mom."

"Oh……"

Jane Bumian nodded thoughtfully, thinking that she had heard the name somewhere, but couldn't remember the specifics.

suddenly.

Outside the bedroom door where they were, there was a loud bang!

The little boy was startled, whimpered, and plunged into Jian Bumian's arms, but Jian Bumian didn't react, and staggered.

The little boy hugged Jian Bumian's waist tightly, and cried, "Mum, I'm afraid..."

Jian Bumian had never been hugged so intimately before. He froze for a moment, his ears turned red, and his soft voice trembled: "Let go of me! If you don't let me go... I'll eat you!"

It's a pity that his appearance has no deterrent effect.

But the little boy let go tremblingly, big teardrops kept rolling down from the corners of his eyes, and his tear-stained eyelashes drooped wetly. He suppressed the hiccups and faltered and said, "Mom, what are you doing?" Can you help me go out and have a look? I'm afraid..."

Jian Bumian was so disturbed by the child's quarrel, he wondered if the child pretended to be like this on purpose, otherwise why would he cry so much? !

He couldn't resist the other party: "Okay, I'll help you go out and have a look, but you can't continue crying."

"it is good……"

Jane Bumian put the child in the bedroom, and went out to check why there was a loud noise.

He went out to take a look, and saw many players gathered downstairs, watching something.

He went downstairs and saw that the group of players was surrounded by a rookie player.

This rookie player wants to be the first to identify what he thinks is a "god".

He was kneeling on the ground, his mind was clearly tormented by the dungeon to the point of abnormality, his eyes were foggy, revealing a hint of madness.

The loud noise just now was caused by his sudden kneeling and accidentally breaking the vase in the church, and the ceramic fragments scattered all over the floor.

The thing he wanted to identify was a book that he dug out from nowhere.

This book is heavy and thick, covered with dust and cobwebs, and the cover has been eaten by insects to form densely packed small holes, where countless flea eggs breed.

... This book is very unreliable at first glance.

Even so, no player went up to stop him. Everyone wanted to see if he could survive, and use him to answer the doubts in their hearts-what is the identification process like?What is the criterion for judging whether the reasons for the designation are reasonable?

The novice player's eyes were red, he held up the book with both hands, and shouted loudly: "I want to identify this book as a god!"

Big blood-red characters appeared in front of the rookie players.

[Reason for identification? 】

If the reason for the identification is judged to be unreasonable by the dungeon, it will be immediately obliterated.

The novice player opened his bloodshot eyes wide, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He said in a trembling voice, "I saw the name 'Nergal' in this book. I heard that it is in Sumerian mythology. , is the god in charge of the plague..."

【………】

The scarlet letter was silent.

[The reason is unreasonable. 】

【——What is Sumerian mythology?do not know. 】

The next moment, the entire body of this novice player, like a balloon being blown up, swelled crazily, and the skin bulged and became transparent, and it seemed that there was something under the skin that was about to break free!

boom! !

The harsh cracking sound resounded through the church.

This novice player exploded.

The players retreated one after another, and panicked screams sounded.

"Ouch, I'm stupid... Ouch, I'm stupid! Back off!"

Not only did he explode into a bloody flower mixed with minced meat and stumps, but also many rat corpses and flea eggs exploded in a dense lump, and a strong stench emanated from the air for a while.

[The reason is unreasonable. 】

[Misidentification, this item is not a god,...it is just an unknown source of infection of the common Black Death. 】

The players backed away in disgust, covering their mouths and noses one after another. While their bodies felt serious discomfort, they also felt a heavy sense of confusion in their hearts.

How is it reasonable?

Moreover, what awaited them was an even more desperate third day.

——If the correct gods are not identified on the third day, then they will end up facing death.

*******

When the novice player gradually swelled up, Jane Bumian quickly ran up the high spiral staircase, sticking out her head and watching carefully.

Curiosity killed the cat.

What happened later really confirmed Jane Bumian's thoughts.

...But he actually smelled the aroma of food from the pervasive stench.

Jane Bumian: "..."

He thought he was starving, but when he smelled it carefully, the aroma of the food came from elsewhere.

This aroma is a bit like freshly baked white bread. It is hot, fluffy and soft, and made of high-quality flour. The aroma is wrapped in sweetness, and the smell can make people feel full and satisfied.

It is the food aroma of ghosts, and it contains extremely powerful energy.

Jane's sleepless eyes were dark, and the tip of her tongue licked her lips involuntarily.

He couldn't help but search for the source of the food aroma.

... The aroma of this food smells delicious, which also means that this ghost is very powerful.

He thought that the powerful ghosts were hidden very deep, but he didn't expect it to be so obvious.

The source of the aroma of food comes from the gallery where religious oil paintings are stored in the church.

In order to better preserve the oil paintings, the gallery did not open any windows, so that the gallery was completely dark, only the dim yellow candlelight flickered on and off.

Jane Bumian didn't feel any fear, but became more and more excited because of the strong aroma of the food.

He quickly stepped into the depths of the gallery.

Because he was completely immersed in the excitement of "soon to see delicious food" - completely unaware of the sound of footsteps behind him.

Someone was following Jane without sleep.

Jane sleepless came to the end of the gallery.

At the end of the gallery is an oil painting of equal height, which is also the source of the aroma of food.

There are several oil lamps placed in front of the oil painting, the dim yellow lights flickering on and off, barely able to reflect the contents of the painting.

When Jian Bumian saw the painting clearly, she couldn't help but froze.

...He thought this painting would be about a bakery, a bread god or something...

I didn't expect that the painting was actually a person.

a man.

The man in the painting is tall and slender, wearing a black military uniform, a red cloak hanging down to the ground, and holding a golden scepter in his palm.

The most eye-catching thing is his appearance, very handsome, just like the statue in the center of the church, without a single flaw, it is the most proud work of the Creator.

The hair color of the man is a very strong pure black.

Although Jian Bumian's hair is also black, his hair will be reflected in the light as a mild warm brown color, not as rich and weird as the man in the oil painting.

The man's eyes were half closed, covered by long eyelashes, and he couldn't see clearly the mixed thoughts and colors in his eyes.

Looking at it from the perspective of Jian Bumian, it always feels like the man in the painting is staring down at him.

Jane Bumian: "..."

The audience in the live broadcast room has already boiled.

They didn't understand why Jian Bumian suddenly ran into the gallery and found the only portrait in the gallery with great precision.

And the people in the picture are quite handsome.

【Ah, Mianmian, do you still remember the target NPC that you forgot by the Daming Lake?There is also a system task to offer a hot kiss! 】

[Ah, Mianmian, don't pay too much attention to the man in the painting, it would be bad if the target NPC gets jealous! ! 】

[... I always feel that the people in the paintings are not good things, they are so handsome that they have an unreal and weird feeling, like demons. 】

[?Shhh, have you noticed that there are footsteps following behind Mianmian. 】

Just now when Jian Bumian walked in, there were always rustling footsteps behind her.

Now Jane Bumian stopped in front of the oil painting, and the sound of her footsteps also disappeared.

This means that the owner of the footsteps stopped behind Jane Bumian.

But Jian Bumian didn't notice it at all, he was completely immersed in the joy of discovering delicious food.

He stared at the painting with a blue light of excitement in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the cold face of the man in the painting with his pink fingertips, depicting his handsome and extraordinary facial features.

No.

With this painting separated, he couldn't eat the ghost hidden in the painting.

The most convenient way to make the ghost in the painting appear is to directly identify the painting as a "god".

Jane Bumian doesn't care whether the man in the painting is really a "god".

He only knew that if the reason for the identification was reasonable, what was hidden in the painting would be released.

——then he can eat that delicious thing.

A smile appeared on the corner of Jane Bumian's mouth, and a star of joy shone in her eyes.

Jane Bumian thought, and her fingertips slid down to touch the man's lips in the painting.

suddenly.

He felt his body being embraced by a pair of cold hands.

"!!!"

Jian Bumian was like a cat whose nape was pinched, her whole body froze instantly, her face turned red, her eyelashes trembled fiercely, and every tiny pore was slightly enlarged.

He turned his head stiffly, and saw those familiar sea blue eyes.

The little boy left the bedroom at some point, found Jane Sleepless in the gallery, and hugged her.

He tightly grabbed the corner of Jian Bumian's clothes, the corners of his eyes were flushed, his nose sucked in and out, and the watery eyes were visible to the naked eye.

He was going to cry again.

But he seemed to be trying his best to hold back the crying, holding back the tears that were about to fall, and the soft and clear child's voice twitched: "Mom, why haven't you gone back for so long? I have been waiting for you in the bedroom by myself for a long time .”

Jane Bumian: "..."

He was very, very upset with this brat who broke the atmosphere.

He gritted his teeth and suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart: "Michael, go back to the bedroom and sleep by yourself first, I have something to do."

With the lessons left by the last dungeon.

He will no longer have the damn idea of ​​"waiting to eat, it's more delicious to eat at the end" about the food that is about to reach his mouth.

Fly away without eating food.

He is no fool.

But the little boy didn't leave, and he didn't even let go of the hand holding Jane's sleepless clothes.

He approached Jian Bumian step by step, his delicate and immature facial features were covered by darkness, leaving only a pair of ghostly blue eyes staring at Jian Bumian.

"Mom, did you forget something?"

The sound that is too clear looks extremely strange and ethereal in the deep gallery.

"Huh?" Jane Bumian wondered subconsciously.

"Mom, didn't you say... you want to go back to sleep with Dad?" The little boy blinked his eyes with an innocent face: "So, don't waste your time here, Dad is still waiting."

As soon as the words were finished, a cold and stern wind suddenly came from the gallery without a single window.

The dark wind blew out the oil lamp in front of the portrait.

The entire gallery was plunged into complete darkness, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The author has something to say:

Lao Gong tried to lure/lure the simple Mianmian with the fragrant and soft bread smell,

But I saw that Mianmian has a baby

The child also told Mianmian to go back to sleep with "Dad"

#Next door Laowang#Nothing to be born#Nothing to be jealous#

[I want to take a day off tomorrow, the next chapter will be updated on Saturday night qwq]