savior epic

Chapter 171 I have nothing to do with Him

Seeing the three people getting off the carriage, the boy stood up quickly, patted his knees, and smiled cautiously.

Chen Yi knew that the boy in front of him didn't realize that he was already a dead soul, and his memory was still stuck in a thousand years ago.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with your family?" Chen Yi stepped forward and asked.

The boy burst into tears and said, "My grandfather, he refuses to receive the blood of the living saint. He doesn't allow other people to receive it either! My mother said: It is the blood that can resist the curse of the dead soul!"

"How do you want me to save you?" Chen Yi looked at the house submerged in the cold.

"Sir, please persuade my grandfather, the bottle of blood water is at home, he hid it, took care of it, and saved us," the boy said repeatedly, hugging Chen Yi's arm.

"You have to tell me first," Chen Yi asked blankly, "What did you pagans say about the trial?"

The boy was afraid that Chen Yi would not follow him into the house, so he hurriedly said: "My grandfather told me that everyone cannot escape the trial, but he said so, and after the trial , the envoy of the king of the king will come to the world, and the righteous and pious people will be selected by the envoy of the king of the king and sent to the kingdom of heaven, where the sun only shines on the good.”

"Who will choose? Who will send them to heaven?"

"I don't know, maybe grandpa knows." The boy was so anxious that he was about to cry, and continued: "Please go in and persuade him."

Having asked enough, Chen Yi nodded slightly.

The boy let go of Chen Yi's arm, he turned around, pointed to the house, and walked in quickly while waving at the three of them.

Chen Yi looked at Luo Mea and winked.

After she nodded, Chen Yi opened the eye of spiritual vision in the palm of her hand.

The house was divided into three floors. At this time, people went to the building, and the first floor was messy and empty. The boy pushed open the wooden gate and walked into the round arched door.

It was dark inside.

Cenduil took out a scythe and a candle from his arms, and with a clicking sound, the candle was lit and gave off a faint light.

She walked up to Chen Yi, lighting the way ahead.

The boy was on the stairs, staring back at them, afraid that they would just leave here.

When Chen Yi and the two slowly approached the stairs, the boy looked away and continued to climb the stairs.

When the boy reached the second floor, Chen Yi heard the boy jumping somewhere.

The sound was muffled, like something soft.

"Mom, mom. I brought people here, and I asked them to persuade grandpa." The boy's voice sounded excited and flustered.

Following Cenduil and turning the stairs, Chen Yi saw a bloated and smelly lump of meat, slumped awkwardly on the rocking chair, and the boy hugged the lump of meat, calling for his mother.

There is no human figure in the meatball, but you can barely see its left and right sides. There is a ball of wool and a long needle stuck to it. There is a spoon in the middle. When it goes up a little, there are two small dark eyes. People gag.

"This is your mother?" Lomea asked in disbelief, his face twitching.

"Yes. My poor mother, she was tortured like this by the spirit of the dead."

The boy slipped and fell from the meatball. He turned his head to face the three of them, and begged, "My grandfather is on the third floor. I will go up with you to find him. King of my kings, please bless my grandfather and listen to the advice."

At this time, the meat ball beside the boy danced the long needle and spoon in his body.

The boy looked back for a while, then turned around and said, "My mother said: 'Please save us, or our family will be ruined.'"

"Go and meet your grandfather first." Chen Yi said.

The boy nodded. He walked up to the stairs and was about to go up when he stopped again.

Chen Yi saw that he turned his head and made a gesture of consultation.

"what happened?"

".My grandfather hates true believers very much. Can you pretend to be believers of the King of My King? Just for a while." The boy suggested.

Chen Yi nodded slightly.

After getting the answer, the boy turned around and continued to the third floor.

Halfway up the stairs, Chen Yi smelled the smell of incense and myrrh. They were deep and long, passing through the tiny cracks in the door to the stairs.

Accompanying it was the chanting of scriptures one after another, and the resounding sound of chanting beads after each scripture fell.

On the third floor, the voice of chanting scriptures was old and desolate.

"The demagogue,

You said you would promise me earthly riches,

Don't I know that's a big lie?

Don't I know that the King of Kings has promised the world the riches of heaven?

Don't you see the strength in our stillness? "

The footsteps of the few people were slow, and Chen Yi listened to the tone of the scriptures. It was long and indifferent, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

When the boy reached the end of the stairs, the sound of chanting scriptures stopped, and the boy pushed open the wooden door.

As soon as he entered the room, he said, "Grandpa, some believers are coming to see you."

"Believers? Judgment is coming, and they are just like us, haven't they fled around?" The old man's voice revealed a touch of excitement, "This is exactly what my king said, the righteous will also be judged. Please hurry up Let them come in."

The boy nodded, and he trotted to the stairs.

He faced the three of them, especially Chen Yi, and whispered: "We can only hope that you will persuade Grandpa, and we can only hope that you will save us."

Facing the boy's exhortation, Chen Yi said, "It's useless."

The boy was startled, he didn't seem to understand what Chen Yi was talking about.

Chen Yi stared at the boy who didn't know that she had become a dead soul, shook her head slightly, and walked up to the third floor.

Stepping on the third floor, Chen Yi saw the holy painting placed in the innermost part of the room. The old man was sitting on the plush cushion, holding the rosary with his dry fingers. His face was bloodless, and he seemed dehydrated The bicochos are the same.

There is not a single part of this worship room that is not dilapidated.

"My devout believers, the king of the king, the choice you make must be what he thinks is right." The old man turned the rosary and sighed.

Then, the old man kindly pushed the scriptures in his hand in front of several people.

The old man invited: "Pray together, we are here, waiting for our judgment."

Lomea's eyes fell on the scriptures pushed by the old man, and the family in front of him was undoubtedly the righteous believers in the mouth of our king.

And their souls were still ruthlessly devoured by the dead souls in that trial thousands of years ago. At this moment, like puppets on a string, they twisted and maintained the appearance of their lives.

The look of sticking to the faith.

Seeing this with her own eyes, her mood was indescribably complicated.

"I didn't come to pray." Chen Yi stared at the old man in front of her with her spiritual eyes.

The old man was stunned for a moment, he felt sacred inexplicably.

He moved his wrinkled lips and said, "Then you are here."

"I'm here to save."

Under the old man's wrinkled eye sockets, the pupils widened, and a shocking emotion overflowed.

"I know you have done good deeds."

The voice fell into the ear of the old man, his hand holding the scriptures trembled, and his excitement was beyond words.

Pale tears flowed from the old man's wrinkled eye sockets.

There was a long-awaited look of excitement on his face.

"Could it be... Are you the one my king said, the messenger who came to the world, chose the world, and sent the righteous believers to the kingdom of heaven? The sun only shines on good people."

"I have nothing to do with him."

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