List of strange talismans

Chapter 41 He is not a devil, he is a saint!

When Maren led everyone to Angelet's house, what he saw was a bed of blood-stained cotton wool and dark red linen strips piled up like a hill.

Angelet stood guard at the door and repeated Gu Xiuya's request without letting anyone in.

Although Ma En became more and more curious about the so-called god, he also knew that it was inappropriate to go in and disturb him now, so he asked everyone to calm down and wait patiently.

The pungent smell of blood made many people cover their noses, and the women living nearby brought boiling water to wash the bedding and linen.

These things have to be reused. In the town of Galanz where materials are scarce, even the things left by the dead are rarely discarded.

"Father, come on again, how much blood has Margaret shed?"

A woman was washing things, and said half with emotion and half with fear: "Tell me, will she be gone?"

"Margaery has grown stronger than everyone else since she was a child. I heard that she even grabbed a crazy old cow with her bare hands. She shouldn't bleed to death."

"It's not a little blood!"

"Too."

"Hey, do you think that wicked Far East missionary can save Margaery?"

The women's whispers quickly infected other people, and everyone discussed the situation in the room one after another, and finally came to a conclusion.

——Unless the people in the Far East could really summon the gods to help them, there was really no reason why Margaery could continue to live.

You know, there was more blood on that quilt than a calf.It is impossible for a person to survive after shedding so much blood.

The only one present who believed that Margaret would survive was Angelet, because he had no other choice but to believe.

The time seemed extremely long in the waiting.

The evening wind kept whistling, and the cold spring caused many people to stamp their feet.Angelet took the initiative to bring a pile of firewood to keep everyone warm.

Not knowing whether it was because of the strong wind or the firewood being too wet, he lit the fire three times before he successfully ignited the firewood.

"It's too windy."

Someone leaned against the fire with their sleeves rolled up and murmured, "It's not really going to rain, is it?"

This sentence reminded many people of Gu Xiuya's flood prediction.

"Father Marne, what time is it?"

someone asked.

Marn smoothed his horse's fur, and the feel of his fingers stroking the smooth fur made him feel calm.

Hearing this sentence, he paused, took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "...nine twenty."

It had been half an hour since Angelet went home.

he thinks.

"That is to say, there are still 10 minutes before the first rain mentioned by the Far East missionary?"

At the same time, in different people's ears, the thoughts produced are completely different.

The speaker was the clerk of Galanz, 52-year-old Childe.

Unlike ordinary people, he has seen people from the Far East.The reason why I came here was not for the so-called expulsion of demons, but because I was worried that this matter would cause more trouble.

It's not that he didn't think about explaining to others for the young man who seemed to have a lot of background.

But if the people in Galanz were so easy to persuade, the mayor, Matthews, would not be so angry that he would often throw his glass.

He knew very well that even if he said a hundred words, it would not be worth a nod from Ma En.

The 30-year old pastor who has cultivated the town of Galanz is, to a certain extent, the spokesperson of the folk law of Galanz.

After all, every family has a wedding or funeral, when it comes to Ma En.

This is why the mayor, Matthews, has been ordering his son to please Marne's daughter.

Only by taking down Marne, can these stubborn fools be moved.

Thinking of this, Childe couldn't help wondering if Gu Xiuya had the same idea.

Otherwise, if he wanted to preach, why didn't he meet the mayor first?

But none of this mattered to Childe.

Childe was more concerned about whether it would rain or not.And whether Margaery can live.

As long as one of these two things is fulfilled, he will immediately go home to pack his things and set off to spend the night in a high place.

In fact, most of the nearly a hundred people who stayed here had similar thoughts.

Everyone was chatting one after another, and more than ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Click.

Suddenly, the wooden door was pushed open from the inside.

Everyone followed the prestige almost at the same time, and saw Gu Xiuya walking out of the room.

"Father, my wife he."

Angelet hurriedly stepped forward to inquire, and then found that Gu Xiuya had no blood on his body, and was so clean that he didn't seem to have entered the bedroom.

Gu Xiuya didn't answer, just glanced at the sky, put on his hood, and walked towards the street.

As he moved, everyone discovered that there was actually a figure inside the wooden door.

"Oh my God"

Someone exclaimed: "Then, that's Margaery?!"

Angelet hurried into the house, and immediately saw his wife leaning against the door with a baby in her arms.

That is his son.

His body trembled, and he hugged the mother and son.

Margaery's complexion was a little pale, and her body, which was originally as strong as a calf, also lost some weight for no reason.But these details were ignored by Angelet, who had no medical knowledge. He just hugged his wife tightly and kept saying sorry.

The surrounding audience was speechless for a moment, and then they were all boiling.

"This is a miracle!!!"

"Heavenly Father bless Margaery!"

"Fart! It is the gods of the Far East who have blessed Margaery!"

"He's not a devil, he's a saint!"

Countless shouts broke out one after another, and the miracle they witnessed made people change their attitudes by coincidence.They no longer showed hostility towards the black-haired Far Easterner, only reverence and excitement remained in their eyes.

Even Childe, who has always been mature and prudent, was in a trance at this moment.

He noticed that Gu Xiuya's robe was clean and tidy, and there was no fatigue on his face.

This meant that the other party definitely did not treat Margaery with medical means, but used some kind of supernatural power.

"Our Lady of Shuntian."

Childe thought of the decayed Shuntian Temple outside the city, and he suddenly had a premonition.The Taoist temple that has been silent for many years may soon welcome its owner.

The only one who didn't express his opinion was the old pastor Marne.

He pushed away the crowd, stepped forward to Margaery, and looked at her carefully.

Priests in this era usually take part in the work of doctors. Marne has a little experience in minor injuries and illnesses, and he is the most experienced medical practitioner in Galanz.

He noticed that Margaery was unusually pale, a clear sign of excessive blood loss.

It stands to reason that even if you save your life in this situation, you can only lie on the bed.It is absolutely impossible to get out of bed and move around.

"Margaery, can you tell me what he did to you?"

Mann asked in a low voice.

"I don't remember. I was... passed out."

Margaery seemed to be a little short of breath, splitting the two sentences into three before finishing.

"You can recall, even if only a little bit."

Ma En looked at her seriously: "This is very important."

Margaery thought about it carefully, until her face turned paler, then she gasped and said, "White, white light."

"what?"

"I saw white lights. No, there were red ones, green ones, yellow ones. They were swimming in my body."

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