It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

"Has he transformed into a beast?"

the old woman asked.

Without waiting for Anko to answer, the helmeted man shook his head.

"Then let them in. Anyone who is willing to embrace pain will be protected by our Lord."

The old woman thought for a moment and said.

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Fili."

An Ke hurriedly thanked him.

"Don't thank me, this is the mercy of my Lord."

The old woman shook her head.

With her consent, the helmeted man opened the iron gate.

Anke thanked him again, then pushed the cart into the house with his family.

The helmeted man no longer looked at the hunter, but stared at Liu Zheng closely, with some confusion in his eyes.

Liu Zheng remained calm under his gaze and even raised his tentacles to greet him.

However, the Doumao people did not respond.

"Before entering the church, you must first be baptized with pain. This month's baptism is the blessing of acupuncture. Who among you will receive it first?"

the old woman asked.

"I'll go first."

Anko gritted his teeth and walked to the door.

"it is good."

The old woman nodded.

The helmeted man who had closed the iron door walked over, pulled out a bloody thumbtack from his robe, and stabbed it into Anko's arm.

Anko groaned, but held back from screaming out.

After all, he is in front of his wife and daughter, and he still has to maintain his dignity as a husband and father.

"Don't be patient. The cry of pain is the good news that our Lord has sent through your mouth."

The old woman said.

Hearing her words, Liu Zheng on the side had a strange expression on his face.

This Church of Suffering doesn't seem to be much more serious than the Church of Healing with Blood.

Screams of pain are good news, but is this Lord of Pain an S or an M? This is a question.

"what!"

Since the old woman said so, Anke could no longer endure the next four injections and screamed.

Anko's wife and daughter cried with heartache, and Fulla also looked reluctant.

Instead, the old woman smiled, seeming very satisfied with his shouting.

"You can go in now, next one."

She waved her hand.

"Excuse me, I have to cut in line."

Liu Zheng walked in front of the crowd.

"I want to ask, if I get a few more injections, are there any extra benefits?"

he asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)

260. Chapter 259: To deceive a god, you need to be more professional in acting

260.

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When everyone gives you a puzzled look, it usually means there is something wrong with you.

Of course, Liu Zheng didn’t think so.

Isn't it reasonable to get some believer benefits in exchange for a few more injections?

When he was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, he had to have his eyes scratched, his ears picked, and his face minced when he bought a cup of coffee.

"If you can pass the great baptism, my Lord will naturally reward you."

The old woman calmed down and said.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng agreed without hesitation.

"Mr. Liu Zheng, please be careful."

Anko quickly reminded.

"what happened?"

he asked.

"Great baptism is the highest ceremony of the Church of the Sorrows. All those who pass through Great baptism will eventually become saints."

Anko said.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

By the way, the Yuanshen sect wanted him to be the Son of God. A saint sounds much more impressive than a Son of God.

“One can only be holy after death.”

Anko said helplessly.

"It's so exciting, I want to try it even more."

Liu Zheng looked very excited.

"I hope you won't regret it."

Under the old woman's meaningful gaze, everyone began to be baptized in turn.

Marian was fine, but the three little girls couldn't stop crying after the injection.

Whether it was the Nina sisters or Fulla, they were all spoiled at home since they were young. Not to mention being pricked by needles, they were not even willing to use force when spanking their hands.

When she heard their shrill cries, the old woman's expression became even more excited.

It has been many years since any children came to the Church of Pain. The Lord of Pain must be very happy this time.

Not only the three little girls, but even the fainted hunter and the calico cat did not escape and were all pricked with needles.

However, the helmeted man seemed to have special acupuncture skills. After five needles, the hunter did not wake up.

The last one was Liu Zheng's turn.

The helmeted man looked at him, then pulled out a long nail from his shoulder, which was at least twice as long as the nails used to pierce the others.

The man with the helmet held the nail but did not start working immediately. Instead, he looked at Liu Zheng quietly.

"Come!"

Liu Zheng said readily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the helmeted man immediately smashed the nail down on his shoulder.

The nail, which was as long as a finger, smashed into Liu Zheng's shoulder and went all the way to the handle.

"what!"

Screams suddenly sounded.

But it was not him who screamed, but the three little girls, especially Fulla, who screamed the loudest, as if nails were stuck into her body.

"Why didn't you scream?"

The old woman asked dissatisfiedly.

"I think if I scream at this level, the Lord of Pain will think I am ashamed."

Liu Zheng said as if nothing had happened.

If you say it hurts, then it definitely hurts.

But if you say scream it out, it would seem a bit fake, like the heroine in a movie that could be acted out by two people.

This Lord of Pain might be real. To deceive a real god, one needs to be more professional in acting.

"My Lord is tolerant. He will gladly accept any level of suffering."

The old woman refuted his claim.

"However, your endurance does please our Lord."

But immediately, she put on a smiling face again.

"Come in, the Church of Pain welcomes you."

After everyone entered the church, the helmeted man pulled the door closed and then locked it.

Liu Zheng noticed that the door of the church was made of solid metal.

No wonder Anko wanted to seek refuge here. With the strength shown by the beasts so far, it was indeed impossible for them to break into this church.

Moreover, this helmeted man who serves as the gatekeeper does not seem to be a simple person.

He looked at the arms of the helmeted man. The thumbtacks on them had penetrated deeper due to the force of his muscles. The blood almost soaked his robe, but the helmeted man was unaware of it.

As if noticing Liu Zheng's gaze, the man with the helmet turned his head.

When their eyes met, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in the air.

However, there was no hostility in the eyes of the helmeted man, but mainly curiosity and exploration.

Liu Zheng shifted his gaze and looked at the scene inside the church.

There are not many gorgeous decorations in the church, including the stained glass windows commonly seen in the city of At. Instead, there are a large number of murals.

The contents of these murals are almost all related to pain.

Most of them are scenes of people executing themselves or being executed by others, while a small number of them show a person or a group of people looking sad or scared.

Some people raised their hands high in the flames, some curled up in the water, some pierced themselves with spears, and some howled silently while holding their dead children.

It can be seen that these murals were not all created by one person, but the style is highly unified, and should be the result of inheritance from generation to generation of painters.

In the center of the church is a wooden statue.

A naked young man fixed himself to a piece of wood in a twisted posture, his hands and feet turned into vines.

His expression was very strange, he looked both painful and happy.

"This is the Twisted Saint. He is both the prophet of our Lord and the founder of the Church of Pain."

The old woman introduced it in a reverent tone.

"Did his hands and feet really turn into vines? Or was it just an artistic expression?"

Liu Zheng asked.

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The old woman looked at him speechlessly.

I told you that I often kill people, and you asked me if there are many people from Changsha?

"It's true. The Twisted Saint became like this when he was alive. People gathered around him and listened to his sermons until he returned to the arms of our Lord."

Out of her desire to preach, she explained it seriously.

"So this statue is the Twisted Saint himself?"