I created the Longevity Club

"Well, so what I have to do now is to absorb other people's souls, right?" Lu Li pondered for a while, then pulled a piece of parchment from the table beside him.

"Let's do it the old way, sign the contract." Lu Li already had an idea in his mind. He took out his quill, dipped some ink in it and started writing quickly - "Holy Spirit Contract"

Article 1: The person selected for this agreement is the son of the bright "937" who cares about the gods. However, since the blessings of gods cannot be known to ordinary people, after signing this contract, it must be kept secret from everyone.

Article 2: After signing this contract, you will become the Son of God favored by the gods, with a status second only to the Son of God. However, for the same reason as above, please be sure not to make it public.

;.,8"; Article 4: After signing this contract, your soul will completely belong to God... and the Son will take you to heaven after your death.

So far, long live the gods! "

"Damn it, I have to give you a big surprise." Putting down his quill, the ugly faces of the so-called bishops and popes appeared in Lu Li's mind.

"There are still people who dare to humiliate me..."

Evening came soon, and when the bright red sun was about to set in the west, a heavy bell sounded from high in the church.

It was time to recite the covenants and do evening prayers.

As the largest church in the entire Dawn Empire, it also has the largest number of believers in the entire empire for morning and evening classes.

And this is also the best time for Lu Li to make trouble - his name is Paul. Wen is a businessman and a devout believer - at least that's what he thinks.

Under the leadership of the pastor, he successfully recited the third chapter of the covenant and completed today's evening lesson. He also said a few words about the gods blessing him with wealth.

He loves money, and he also loves God, because it is precisely because he believes in the God of Light that he can always have good luck in the money field.

In his eyes, only a god who can bless him with a smooth journey and make a lot of money has a reason to serve.

After finishing evening classes, Paul lined up under the leadership of the pastor and poured fifty gold pounds into the money box in the center of the church. His donation was very generous. These donations were enough to feed a poor family of three. 0 in the past two years...

"Thank you, Mr. Paul. God will watch all this, and he will definitely take you to heaven in the future." The pastor faced Paul with a kind smile. Wen bowed slightly and said.

And obviously Paul was very applicable to this statement, smiling and nodding at the pastor.

He put away his wallet and walked out of the church with a smile still on his face.

However, at this moment, he discovered that a figure in a robe was slowly approaching him - he subconsciously covered the pocket containing his wallet, staring at this strange guy, and was ready to call for help at any time.

Poverty makes people lose their minds, and many rich people have lost their lives because of it. He must not be unprepared.

The man was getting closer and closer - Paul was sure that the man's target was him, and he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

However, when he was about to shout for help, the figure in black robe suddenly showed a medal.

Paul rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it correctly - the Sunbird Medal! The medal representing the Son of God! .