The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 361 The Origin of New York
The milky white sea of ​​light cleans and swirls, disappearing together with the remaining evil spirits and filth, and then like all the rivers returning to the sea, they are all contained on a string of pure red rose beads. The air is filled with the smell of a clear sky after rain, fresh and cheerful loveliness .

"It's been a long time, indeed, handsome young gentleman. To be honest, you young people are really full of energy and the noise you make is extremely lively."

After seeing the scene clearly, it took more than half a century for the experienced old woman to guess most of the causes and consequences in an instant.

He was very aware of his little thoughts, and the old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life did not feel dissatisfied. He just glanced at several women and joked angrily and funnyly.

"If you want a hero to save a beauty, you have to do what you can. If I hadn't arrived in time, you might have been embarrassed in front of the lovely girls."

"You happen to be nearby, which is beyond my expectation." Zhu Mingyao rubbed his hands and smiled, his eyes condensed with shimmering light being cunning and clever.

"However, St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. John's Cathedral, St. Nicholas Cathedral..." He pointed vaguely at the top of his index finger, and then spread his hands, "They still stand in New York, with all the pious and respectable people inside. The priests, like the bishops, can’t move out anytime soon, right?”

"Cunning boy... do you regard the clergy as hunting dogs? Donate a sum of money to me later to make amends!" Sister Irene looked at his lazy appearance and cursed with an angry smile.

On the surface, he pretended to be angry, but in his heart, the old man secretly praised his cleverness. As the first city in the Federation and even the New World, in every aspect, this place is a battleground for all the churches in the Holy Church.

The name mentioned by the other party is the patriarchal residence of the three major factions of Catholicism, Protestantism, and Orthodoxy in New York. There are many people and strong strength. Working together, no matter how powerful the enemy is, they will retreat.

After all, they are fallen heroic spirits that evolved from the last resentment of the local indigenous tribes..."

Regarding the origin of the monster vaguely revealed in the old man's words, Zhu Mingyao raised his eyebrows and thought about it for a while, then suddenly realized it and murmured:

"So that's the case. The reason makes sense. No wonder they would rather risk committing crimes in front of everyone's eyes. It turns out that the Wendigo King turned into an existence similar to the Earthbound Spirit because of his obsession back then. He can't move away at all. !”

Talking to smart people saves effort. Sister Irene smiled and nodded, confirming his guess.

The most ingenious thing is that if we change to other targets, the three major churches may not be so active, but an evil and powerful undead creature suddenly appears in the bustling city center?
My dear God, isn't this a performance? It’s the kind that comes with a hefty year-end bonus!
After finishing this job, you can show your face in front of the officials and believers, surpass the other two companies, and dominate the local faith market is just around the corner! When the time comes for promotion and salary increase, and taking over as Pope or Patriarch, I will be a little excited just thinking about it.

"But I still have to say that having courage and wisdom is a good thing, but going too far can easily put yourself in danger. For example, if someone else comes this time, they may not be able to easily deal with the monster.

The bystanders were still confused, but enough information had been exchanged between the two of them.

"Whether it is hunger or cold, they tend to be negative in the spiritual realm. Although young people have a good appetite, they must be careful about eating bad things."

"Thank you for your concern and reminder. I will cook it carefully and use it with caution."

There was an implicit warning in the old man's words. Zhu Mingyao naturally realized his kindness and followed the words while putting away the trophies while expressing his gratitude modestly.

"You probably understand the current situation. Please take care of these reckless and foolish women. I will temporarily excuse myself. When the situation subsides in a few days, I will go to the church in person to donate charity and listen to the teachings of my seniors. "As the last bit of incense burnt out, the jade-white incense curled up in the air, and the time for the summoning ceremony finally came to an end. Zhu Mingyao's projection could no longer be maintained. He gave a deep salute to the old man who came to rescue, and then looked at him again. The little girlfriend gave a comforting look, and then her figure suddenly exploded like a fragile soap bubble.

"What did you mean... by what you just said?" Bathed in the soft light as warm as a spring, the injuries and fatigue of several people quickly recovered. Michelle was younger after all, so she couldn't help but wonder. She was dumbfounded and confused.

"Sweet girl, do you know the origin of New York?" Sister Irene's rhetorical question seemed to be completely off the mark.

Fortunately, the extraordinary inspiration brought by year-round prayer retreats allowed the old man to instantly understand the nature of the girl's scumbag. He did not expect any reliable answers, but revealed the answer to the mystery on his own.

"When the colonists arrived, the local Indian tribe kindly accepted them and generously shared this ancestral land with rich water and grass with them..." She paused, with a hint of compassion in her tone.

"But just like countless sordid stories from that ugly era, after greedy outsiders gained a foothold, they defrauded the benefactors of their homes using only glass beads worth 24 gold dollars."

After reciting a sacred chapter in a low voice and sending a heartfelt prayer, Aunt Irene lamented: "The tribes who woke up and resisted under the leadership of the chiefs were at the low ebb of the elements at that time. No matter how hard the totem warriors were, For the sake of bravery, no matter how weird the sacrificial witchcraft is, it is no match for the ferocious gunpowder weapons and the divine magic of the accompanying priests, and the earth is soaked with blood. "

She clasped her fingers together and calmly recounted the ending of that bloody history.

"Desperate shamans gathered at the underground altar, fused their souls with the flesh and bones of their compatriots, and turned into the spirit of the wilderness that symbolized the cold and hunger of winter - the Wendigo King.

They intended to use this to seek justice from the murderer, but were eventually suppressed and sealed. Even today, hundreds of years later, they almost became the killing tools of the descendants of the despicable! "

Her tone changed and was sonorous and powerful, showing the anger and determination in her heart.

"Kidnapping, killing, and cultivating dark monsters, those behind them must pay the price!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the brilliant and slender chain stretched out from the old man's palm, suddenly penetrated into the distant darkness, and rolled back in a few breaths.

A ball of dark red fire was thrown to the ground, revealing the embarrassed figures of Blake and Downey.

After a series of brutal fighting, only the two of them were left among the guards placed here by the mastermind behind the scenes.

One was the strongest, and the other was the commander who saw the opportunity quickly. He sensed something was wrong when the old nun arrived and escaped secretly early in the morning.

"Two gentlemen, please tell me the reasons!"

(End of this chapter)