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"Haha, business is in the air! I knew the morning glow was a good omen." Old York's eyes lit up, and he dropped the broom and ran over happily.

“I don’t recall any hotel reservations today.” Mrs. Sarah frowned, wiped her hands on her apron, and quickly caught up with her husband. “Could it be a last-minute tourist?”

The old man excitedly pulled open the wrought iron gate, and with a creaking sound as the hinges turned, an expensive GMC van slowly drove in.

Under old York's expectant gaze, two nuns wearing black headscarves stepped out of the car.

……nun?

Old York, who thought he had caught a generous guest, instantly lost his eager expression. Even when answering the guest's questions, he seemed absent-minded and lost in thought. Even when the guest produced a letter from the mayor requesting unconditional assistance, it did not change his lifeless attitude.

It wasn't until a few cute green pictures appeared that his soul was pulled back from the clouds to the human world.

……

"You even dare to accept tips from clergy? I think you're hopeless..."

As the butler and his wife drove away, disappearing from sight amidst Mrs. Sarah's exasperated scolding, the older of the two nuns spoke up, calling out:

“Let’s go inside, DeLaurice… Oh, there’s no need to take that!”

Watching her companion pull two large polyester travel bags from the van and start taking out some obviously unsavory items, the old nun's face was full of helplessness.

The golden sunlight of near noon shone down from the sky, illuminating the old nun's face. Although the sharp knife of time had etched many deep lines like crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and between her brows, her well-proportioned bone structure and dignified features still revealed glimpses of her youthful charm.

Her companion, half-crouched on the ground, pulled an assault rifle equipped with a grenade launcher from a bag and replied in a rough voice:

"It's better to be careful. If those idiot fortune tellers trained by the church had ever been reliable even once, would we still be following our target around eating shit?"

Although they swore the target had only been there temporarily, who could guarantee that the son of a bitch who crawled out of hell had already left?

Holding a string of clanging rune grenades, she inserted them one by one into her combat belt, and then tucked two spare alchemical magazines into her pocket. After dressing herself up like Rambo, the younger nun stood up, supporting herself on her knees. She turned out to be a middle-aged black woman with a large, fat figure and an exaggerated head of curly hair.

"The biggest lesson I learned during my years as a singer in Las Vegas is: never put your hopes on other people!"

She secured a pocket Bible with a gold-embossed cover to her waist with a silver chain and continued speaking bitterly.

"Besides myself, I can't rely on anyone the hell!"

"Even God is the same!"

Ah, the recommendation period is over. I wonder if it will be available for purchase next week? Updating all day is really tiring!

(“▔▔) Khan

Chapter 113 The Nun (Part 2)

Having spent years together, she was immune to her companion's foul language, and the old nun wisely ignored Delauris's potentially blasphemous remarks.

She carefully examined the old manor in front of her, which, despite its renovations, still exuded an air of decay. She took a step forward, took out a rose quartz rosary adorned with a small silver cross from her sleeve, clasped it together in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and silently chanted.

"Heavenly Father, Savior of all spirits, bless us, keep us away from darkness, and protect us from evil..."

As she prayed, the sky seemed to brighten slightly. The April sun, already bright and beautiful, appeared even warmer and more serene. A vast and clear aura descended from the sky, enveloping the expansive Corinne Manor.

The aura is magnificent and solemn yet gentle, with a hidden sense of compassion and steadfastness. Like mercury seeping into the ground, it gradually permeates every inch of the building, from the cracks in the doors and windows to the bricks and tiles, as if it were consciously examining something.

If someone were to look down from above at this moment, they would see that a faint white light, almost imperceptible, shrouds the vast space with a diameter of nearly a thousand meters centered on the manor, and faint yet melodious hymns seem to emanate from within.

Having been possessed by evil spirits for many years, even though the main culprit has now been eliminated by a young sorcerer, the sap of negative energy accumulated over the past century still stubbornly lingers within the spiritual energy of the Corin Manor's ley lines. Even seasoned exorcists would have to spend considerable effort to exorcise it, but now it is gradually being washed away by the echoing of clear energy.

The new buds sprouting on the holly tree in the courtyard seemed to have become even greener, and the few purple petunias peeking out from the corner had visibly begun to bloom.

After a while, the aura faded, and the old nun opened her eyes. Behind her, a hazy, holy figure flashed and disappeared.

"How is it?" The large nun who had been guarding her with a gun the whole time asked warily, looking around.

"There is indeed a trace of the power of the [Serpent] Domain and the [True Knowledge] Domain. This is indeed one of His 'breeding sites'."

The timeframe is at least two weeks ago, which matches exactly what the administrator couple said.

"Just those guys from the other day?" DeLaurice grinned, looking doubtful.

"According to the information from the church, most of them were ordinary people, except for one little guy who was a sorcerer belonging to the Asian Merchants Association. How did he manage to escape from His clutches after destroying the 'breeding site' with such limited power?"

"Oh, dear sister, I don't possess the realm of [true knowledge]!"

The old nun blinked, a rare hint of mischief appearing in her eyes, as if she had been transported back to her teenage years decades ago.

"But...we can go and ask..."

She slowly walked back to the car, bent down and began to pick up the equipment her companion had piled up on the ground, preparing to help her put it back into her travel bag.

With a light step that contrasted sharply with her robust physique, DeLaurice snatched the item away with a somewhat forceful shove.

"Go, go, go! Go back to the car and rest. You old bones, don't twist your back!"

She reached out her large hand and impatiently removed her equipment piece by piece, putting it into a bag.

"If you ask me, the church should have replaced the people tracking this a long time ago. Are all those exorcist priests and battle priests dead?!"

"And what about those two slippery devils from the Warren family? The Federation is their stronghold, why aren't they here?" After packing her things, DeLaurice straightened up and said angrily.

“Don’t say that, Dilire.” Faced with her companion’s complaint, the old nun sighed softly. “The Warrens are over 60 years old; it’s time for them to retire…”

“You’re over 70 years old!” DeLaurie retorted without holding back.

"My old Aunt Irene!"

Her shiny black face was full of mockery.

"Don't try to excuse them! A bunch of cowards who are afraid to die, hiding in the back and not daring to show their faces, while you, an old woman with one foot in the grave, are sent out to charge into battle!"

Delaurice curled her thick lips, revealing two rows of big white teeth, and spat out saliva in dissatisfaction.

"And the federal government isn't any better! They're incredibly eager to collect data and send it over, but when it comes to sending people, they make all sorts of excuses. Don't think we don't know that..."

She was panting heavily, her large breasts heaving, and she raised her thumb and forcefully flicked it in the direction she had come from along the road.

“Every time, they had someone watching them from a distance. Even I, a stupid black woman whose head is only filled with alcohol and cigarettes, could tell…”

DeLaurice stared intently at Eileen, and said resentfully to her boss, her best friend, and her teacher:

"them……

They all want you to go up there and die!

"Let's wear down that bastard's power!"

"...That's exactly what I wanted!"

Upon hearing the words, Deloris's indignant expression froze on her face. She almost thought she had drunk too much brandy yesterday, damaging her brain and causing her to hallucinate.

With a calm expression, Aunt Eileen looked at her subordinates, her sisters, and her students, gently but firmly speaking her heart.

"From the moment I stepped out of the monastery in Romania, finding Him and destroying Him has been my lifelong pursuit and my lifelong mission!"

This vow has accompanied me throughout my travels around the world for over 50 years and has never changed!

The same was true yesterday.

Today is the case.

The same applies tomorrow!

“Old man, you…you will die…” Delaurice’s large body trembled slightly, her teeth biting her lip, her eyes, which were as wide as copper bells, glistened with tears.

The elderly nun smiled and reached out her slender arm, wanting to touch her companion's head, but found that the two were quite different in height. She had to stand on tiptoe and gently tap the other's forehead.

"When the blizzard comes, it is of course an old, withered tree like me that will serve as firewood and be thrown into the fireplace to drive away the cold for you."

When spring returns to the earth, countless new buds will emerge from where the old trees fell.

This is the meaning of preservation and inheritance.

"Why grieve? My sister, no matter how much time passes, we will be reunited in the Lord's Kingdom..."

Comforting her companion who was almost sobbing, the old nun's eyes sparkled, and she gave a sly, girlish smile:

"Besides, I'm not so old-fashioned. The laws of the world are changing quietly. His power and status are indeed gradually recovering, but the power of mankind is also rising accordingly. In the not-too-distant future, it is not impossible that a strong person who can match or even surpass him will be born."

"What we need to do now is to pursue Him with all our might and delay His recovery as much as possible. Don't worry, I won't easily give up my old life unless absolutely necessary."

Gently fiddled with the rose quartz rosary wrapped around her wrist, Aunt Eileen confidently gave her disciple a boost of confidence.

"The church can't spare much manpower right now, but it will still provide support when it comes to a critical moment. As for the Federation, they are just watching. If they see any hope of victory, they will definitely follow suit and quickly step in, placing heavy weights on the scales."

"After all..." The old nun's expression was a half-smile.

"The secret of immortality is what those sitting at the top of the pyramid of power and wealth are desperately pursuing. Those who find it harder to go to heaven than a camel to go through the eye of a needle, can only hope to possess everything they have forever!"

This sentence serves as a conclusion to today's exchange.

I recommend a fantastic book, "The Heroic Player Who Started by Looting Corpses." This author has been writing about classic games, and every book he's written is a masterpiece.

Chapter 114 Upgrade, New Talent (Part 1)

"You didn't take a single word I said to heart!"

Zhang Shouzhong's furious voice seemed to fly straight across the Pacific Ocean via the telephone line.

"I told you to focus on your cultivation and not to attract unwanted attention, but you wouldn't listen! Of the twenty-four divine arts of the Yellow Court passed down by the sect leader, have you even mastered the first one? And you still dare to go out and mess around!"

Even the life-saving consumables I painstakingly crafted with the help of several fellow disciples on the mountain, and had delivered to you through someone, were all given to that foreign girl in the blink of an eye! It's like selling your father's land without a care in the world! I've only been gone a few days and you're already moving your belongings out of the house?

"Grandpa, the situation on the battlefield changes in an instant. It was a last resort to save lives. After all, Black lives matter... Ah, and the lives of Western women matter too..."

Zhu Mingyao lay sprawled on the sofa in Zhangji Antique Shop's living room, desperately trying to explain over the phone.

Bai Ziyuan, that big mouth, I only asked him to place the [Lingguan Seal], which had exhausted the incense and vow power, in a temple under the Hualian Chamber of Commerce to "recharge" it, but he turned around and sold it.

Zhu Mingyao was so angry he could barely contain himself, but he couldn't just rush out and beat the old man up. He could only rack his brains to appease the old man's anger.

"What? And he's Black!" Zhang Shouzhong's voice suddenly rose several octaves, his tone filled with both anger and bewilderment.

"You... are you really that indiscriminate? Even if you're looking for a Daoist partner, you should choose carefully! You can't just pick any woman!"

The old man on the other end of the phone, feeling frustrated, began to reflect on whether he had been too strict in this regard, which had severely damaged his young apprentice's aesthetic sense.

"What? What black people... Don't think nonsense. I've been working hard lately, and I've already... entered the basics of [Lung God Haohua]..." Zhu Mingyao explained, both amused and exasperated.

Fearing to startle the old man, he did not dare to reveal his true progress in the [Shangqing Huangting Neijing Jing]. Only a few months had passed since their separation, yet he had already cultivated the Heart and Lung Spirits and begun cultivating the Third Spirit. Such speed was truly difficult to explain. Under normal circumstances, even with superior aptitude, the time required to achieve his current level of progress would be measured in years.

After Zhu Mingyao gave a lengthy explanation and then pretended to ask a few tricky questions about cultivation, he finally managed to divert the old man's attention from his aesthetic views on choosing a spouse.