Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

In the world of ghost paintings, a figure in black robe suddenly appeared. This person had a long knife across his waist, his face was indifferent and majestic, his eyes were leering, and his gestures were domineering and dignified.

And the most striking thing is the ghost domain around him.

"Look at his feet, there is a golden light!" At a secluded intersection on the side of the street, a European and American woman holding a Bible prostrated herself on the ground, kneeling devoutly.

"God walks on the earth as in his kingdom!"

"The one who has such a vision must be a god. Get down on your knees and pray with me for the blessing of the gods. Please ask him to cleanse the sins of the world, forgive our sins, and save us from the hell of evil spirits."

The woman called out to the people around her loudly.

"Are you crazy, how can the god be an Asian?" The man next to her shook off her hand and sneered at her statement.

"There are no gods in this world, they are all ancient rumors."

"That's right, modern science has long proven that all this is a legacy of idealism."

"Poor woman, she must be crazy."

"Forgive her, anyone who is locked here for a few months will be driven crazy."

A few Europeans and Americans talked to you and me, and looked at the crazy woman on the ground with pity.

"The gods are omnipotent, omniscient, and omniscient. He can transform into everything in the world, and will never be limited to skin color. Thompson, and you, if I were you, I would definitely kneel down and beg for forgiveness, otherwise If you blaspheme the majesty of the gods, you will suffer retribution." The woman said seriously.

"Mira, you are really crazy. The long-term isolation has made you lose your mind and become delirious." Thompson looked at her with disgust, as if looking at a mental patient.

"No, I'm not crazy. You have lost your faith. You sinners will be abandoned by the gods and die in this hell." Mira yelled, her voice even a bit shrill.

"If he is really the god you said, why didn't he come to save you, poor thing? Could it be that you have done too many evil things and have been abandoned by God?" Thompson retorted mercilessly.

"You fart, Thompson, you devil, you will definitely go to hell, and you will definitely be tortured to death." Mira cursed.

"There is no god in this world, if there is, then it must be it!" Thompson pulled out a cold pistol from his waist, and pressed it against Mira's forehead, "Tell me, is your god stronger, or my god is stronger?" sharp!"

"Thompson doesn't want it, she's just a crazy woman." A man watched him pull out his gun and hurriedly pleaded for the woman.

"Thompson, we are together, put down the gun, okay?" A woman named Amy also begged, "Mira, please apologize to Thompson." Wink.

But Mira still stared at Thompson stubbornly, with a crazy look on her face, "If you break your faith, you will go to hell, Thompson."

"In this case, I have no choice but to let you see my god." Thompson grinned, slowly opened the safety, and put his index finger on the trigger.

"No, Thompson, don't," Amy screamed.

"Crack!"

The sound of the trigger sounded, and the expected scene of a bullet being ejected, a hole in the head, and blood flying everywhere did not appear.

"Is the bullet jammed?" Thompson's face changed, and then he pulled the trigger again unwillingly.

"Crack!"

"Damn it," Thompson snarled, snapping his fingers.

Click, click, click!
"Bastard, what's going on here?" Thompson turned the gun upside down, trying to see what was going on through the black barrel, when suddenly, a crisp sound appeared.

Snapped!
As a European and American who often touches guns, this sound is very familiar. It is the sound of fingers on the trigger.

Immediately afterwards, the trigger moved out of thin air, as if an invisible hand was holding the handle of the gun.

"boom!"

The gunshot rang out, and Thompson was pushed down by the force. His eyes were wide open, full of panic and fear. There was a knuckle-sized blood hole between his eyebrows, and blood gushed out as quickly as if he didn't want money.

"He's dead, he's dead." Mira knelt on the spot blankly, the loud gunshots and the tragic death made her mind go blank.

It took a while for her to come back to her senses, and she used her hands and feet to retreat behind her, trying to stay away from the smelly blood on the ground.

On the way back, she touched a book behind her, "This is, my Bible?"

Mira grabbed the book from the ground, but there was not a word on it, it was full of weird images, black and white babies, blue clothes in costumes, old-fashioned teachers, brides to be married, ghost paintings flying around
This is not a Bible, this is a picture of a demon!
Mira closed the book with a feeling in her heart. The word "Bible" had been erased, and what appeared on it was a simple and mysterious unknown pattern. She was sure that she had never seen such a strange pattern in her life.

But when she saw it for the first time, she knew that it should be read as: Sacrifice God!
Mira turned to the first page excitedly with the mood of a pilgrimage, and there was a large line written on it:
Those who believe in me will have eternal life, and the dead will be resurrected!
"The gods have come to the world!"

In the sky, Luo Yi showed a satisfied smile. When he was passing by, he happened to sense a strange fluctuation below. After looking carefully for a while, he realized that it might be related to faith, so he made a rather bold move. try.

"Sacrificing God is originally the god of offering sacrifices. There is an old saying: the important affairs of the country, only offering sacrifices to the soldiers. In ancient times, the people prayed for good weather, fame and fortune, and even when the emperor ascended the throne, they had to sacrifice for weddings and funerals. One can imagine the status of sacrifices. It is so high and the number of believers is so wide that it goes deep into every aspect and goes everywhere.”

"And the laws of coming and offering sacrifices are also closely related to the believers, not to mention the endless scent of incense in the kingdom of worshiping gods, which shows this point. Before worshiping gods, they must be the gods of faith."

"And the reason why I have been unable to use my ability to worship gods is because I have always been a human being. Living people cannot accept sacrifices, because human beings do not have enough fate and virtue, and there will be disasters. Do it for yourself, take the way of death."

"But I'm different now. I think I'm the god of ghosts and gods. Although I can't compare with real gods, I'm also beyond the realm of human beings, and I'm qualified to accept sacrifices."

"So I can have believers." Luo Yi felt the power of faith offered by Mira. After being baptized and precipitated in the kingdom of worshiping gods, this power turned into supernatural power, just like offering sacrifices to evil spirits before.

"Although it is different from what is recorded in the inheritance of the gods, it should be the unique rules of the mysterious recovery world." Luo Yi lowered his eyebrows and pondered. Oranges grown in Huainan are oranges, and oranges grown in Huaibei are oranges. The world is different and the transformation is different.

"It's just that this amount is too small, and the headquarters will never allow me to spread the belief of worshiping gods."

"Looks like I'm going to go west." Luo Yi lowered his gaze, "And this woman is my missionary!" (End of this chapter)