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Boss Zhao is confused.

This was the first time in so many years that he saw such a ferocious expression on the face of his peasant father.

Old Man Zhao's tone was so fierce that he subconsciously obeyed his orders.

He endured his nausea, took the index finger handed over by Old Man Zhao, and squatted on the ground.

"How to draw?"

Old Man Zhao pinched his severed finger which was still bleeding. His dark complexion turned pale, and there was a pile of sweat on his forehead. Hearing this, he endured the pain and shivered:

"First... draw a circle first, make it big."

Boss Zhao picked up his finger. The weird and disgusting feeling made his scalp numb, but the current atmosphere forced him to continue.

The space in this kitchen is neither big nor small, and the diameter of the largest circle must be at least three meters.

However, as soon as he took the severed finger and drew one-third of the circle, he had to stop.

"Damn old man, there's no blood!"

Boss Zhao said.

Old Zhao's face turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and squatted on the ground. This was the first time he had done such a thing. He was unsure. He originally thought he could let his son do it for him.

Now it seems that it still doesn't work.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it myself..."

Old Man Zhao let go of the tightly pinched severed finger, and blood surged out again in an instant.

His face turned pale and he squatted down, sweating profusely, and pressed his severed finger to the ground. A sharp pain almost made him faint.

But he had no choice. This was the only way, God...

Old Man Zhao prayed in his heart. He worked hard and used the wound to draw a picture on the ground. He grinned in pain, but he did quickly draw a big circle.

His broken fingers were also completely rotten, and the bones at the end of his palms were so white that it made people feel chilly.

Boss Zhao took a step back subconsciously.

He looked left and right, especially paying attention to whether the walls in his home had changed, such as starting to bleed again, or having his arm come out again.

Fortunately, all the weirdness seemed to be concentrated on what Old Man Zhao had drawn.

After drawing a large circle, Old Man Zhao almost fainted, but he resisted and continued to draw. He drew a long strip-like pattern like a flower bud in the middle of the circle, and then drew a long horizontal pattern. The strip-shaped obelisk penetrates directly through the flower buds.

After doing all this, Old Man Zhao's vision went dark and he fell into the pattern.

Boss Zhao hurriedly went up and helped him up from the ground: "Hello? Dead old man? Are you still alive?"

He pinched the old man Zhao and shouted loudly.

Old Man Zhao woke up faintly. As soon as he regained consciousness, he said impatiently: "Quickly... put your finger in..."

"That one of yours?"

"Quick!"

Old Man Zhao struggled, his voice sharp and distorted due to anxiety.

Boss Zhao did not continue to argue with him at this time, and quickly threw the severed finger into the bud in the middle of the circle.

Seeing this, Old Man Zhao quickly read:

"[Moisturize the fetal egg and kill it to live.]

[Beheading the fetus and removing its bones is profound prajna. 】

【The bad karma you have created will end from now on. 】

[Recite my true name and achieve great Nirvana. ]"

Boss Zhao has just seen this thing. How could he not know that it is the words written on that piece of paper?

But what kind of spell does this thing seem to be?

At this time, a loud bang was heard from the door.

A dark wind broke in from outside the yard and crashed into the house instantly.

Boss Zhao was so frightened that his scalp was numb and he huddled upright in the corner of the kitchen, not daring to move.

Although he didn't see anything, his body clearly felt that there was something extra in the kitchen.

What is it?

What the hell did this old man do?

Old Zhao's face was also frightened and frightened. He was trembling all over. He didn't know whether it was excitement or fear. He said with a trembling voice:

"Please...please send him...send him back..."

In the dead silence of the kitchen, both Boss Zhao and Old Man Zhao were silent. Among the patterns drawn with blood on the ground, the finger was spinning strangely.

In the horrified eyes of the two people, the finger turned faster and faster, faster and faster!

The chill in the kitchen became more and more terrifying, almost to the point of being unbearable.

Old man Zhao was also thirsty. He didn't know if it could be done. This was also something given by Bogu. According to Bogu, only believers whose names were registered on the roster could set up magic circles and summon God's apostles to help. Believers solve problems.

Since it is about solving a problem...then the problem of "Guanyin" being born in advance should be left to the apostles of God to solve, right?

It might work?

Old man Zhao didn't know what he was doing.

At this moment, the crazily rotating severed finger stopped, and the ground seemed to soften, slowly swallowing the severed finger.

Old man Zhao's eyes opened wide, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief despite being frightened.

This phenomenon, according to what Baigu said, means that the "apostle of God" has accepted the request!

"call……"

A gust of wind dissipated, and the extremely oppressive atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly relaxed. The father and son instantly collapsed on the ground.

Boss Zhao gasped and looked extremely ugly: "What on earth did you do?"

Old Zhao was clinging to the wall, sweating profusely, but now he smiled: "It worked, it really worked..."

"Can you fucking hear me? I asked you what the hell did you do?!" Boss Zhao couldn't bear it anymore. Even if this was his father, he would take action.

"I'm saving this village!"

Old Man Zhao's eyes were also red. The only difference was that his red eyes were not full of anger, but also contained a large part of fanaticism.

If the miracles demonstrated by Bai Gu before had only made him doubtful, joining the cult was more just to get funding from the Bai Group.

Now...he has completely believed it.

"Tomorrow you take some people and find a way to repair the road out of the village."

"do what?"

Boss Zhao still had anger in his chest, but he could already listen to the words.

Old Man Zhao pointed upward: "Go upstream. Bai Gu is going to inspect the reservoir in the next few days. I must go and see him..."

"And..." Old Man Zhao's complexion improved a little, turning from pale to red, "The man and woman who came to the village today will be arrested as soon as dawn tomorrow."

Boss Zhao stared at his father, his doubts still unanswered: "Why?"

"That man..." Old Man Zhao was silent for a moment, and the expression on his face became extremely strange, as if he had lost his soul or was possessed by a demon. "He will steal our treasure..."

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Qin Manjiang had a dream.

In the dream, a woman whose face he couldn't see clearly stood in front of him, as if she was waving to him.

"Who are you?"

Qin Manjiang asked.

"Who are you?"

The other party still didn't answer.

He rushed over, got close to her, reached out and fanned the mist in front of him vigorously.

The woman's face finally became clearer, but she still couldn't see it clearly.

"Hello? I think I know you?"

Qin Manjiang asked doubtfully in his dream.

At this time, the woman standing in the mist spoke for the first time:

"You...the third time."