American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

With such wealth, plus the young and handsome face of the driver in the car...

Sisters, this guy is worth hooking!

However, no matter how much they intentionally or unintentionally showed off their body curves, or even boldly blew kisses, all they got in return was exhaust fumes from passing sports cars. Only the most beautiful ones could get an extra whistle of approval.

"I've found out about the background of that Aunt Eileen from the other day!"

As Zhu Mingyao watched Bai Ziyuan flirting with the bold young women on the roadside who wanted to hook up with rich men, he was feeling a bit bored when he suddenly heard his companion's words and couldn't help but listen carefully.

"You know, right? In the three religions of the Holy Temple, besides the officially recognized order of priests, there are also various special high-ranking classes such as combat priests and demon hunter priests in the shadows."

The young man driving the car freed one hand to brush his hair, which had been ruffled by the oncoming wind.

"Most of these are relatively secretive traditions, difficult for ordinary people to know about, but there is one that is very famous even in the secular world..."

Bai Ziyuan didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "You should have heard of them, they are called [Saint Markers]!"

"So that's how it is," Zhu Mingyao thought to himself. As someone who was somewhat involved in the religious industry, he was quite familiar with this term.

In secular understanding, stigmata are also called holy wounds. They are considered a supernatural phenomenon. There have been visions that have appeared on the bodies of Christian believers, and the phenomena they exhibit are the same as, or even more severe than, the Passion of the Son of God as recorded in the Bible.

The manifestation of stigmata varies from person to person. In most cases, the believer's palms and ankles develop circular wounds with varying amounts of bleeding. However, there are also cases where the stigmata appear on other parts of the body, such as the knees or forehead, or where large amounts of blood and tears flow from the eyes.

In different cases, some stigmata cause no sensation, while others cause excruciating pain.

However, from the perspective of the supernatural, most of these cases are merely physical injuries caused by psychological hypnosis or special diseases, and not true miracles. The Church probably thinks so too, which is why it has rarely publicized them in modern times.

Zhu Mingyao thoughtfully replied, "I suppose Granny Eileen is one of them!"

Bai Ziyuan stopped at the red light at the intersection, turned his head, pursed his lips, and whistled a melodious tune, eliciting giggles from several young women in the car next to him. He turned back and continued:

"That's right! Unlike those guys who are created by all sorts of messy reasons, or even just by fabricating things to grab attention."

Sister Irene was one of only two remaining true Stigmata within the Catholic Church.

Chapter 118 Remarks on the launch

As a newcomer's first book, I never expected it to make it to the shelves so smoothly.

As my longtime readers who came to support me through the QQ group probably know, earlier this year, I had saved up a few thousand yuan of my own money to buy a new computer, but my wife took it and enrolled our son in a calligraphy class instead…

The anger of a middle-aged man was thus ignited!

My computer is eight years old! Eight years! Do you know how I've managed to keep it running? It's a piece of junk that doesn't even have a dedicated graphics card!

Wife: You have a problem with that?

I don't……

Since things have come to this, there's nothing more to say. We can only start saving every penny from the beginning.

Just then, in a QQ group where I was chatting with a bunch of fellow book lovers, an author friend's new book became an instant hit, earning him a lot of money for baby formula for his newborn daughter.

I was immediately envious and decided to follow suit.

It wasn't until I actually started writing that I realized how terribly bad I am, even though I've been a reader for over a decade. π_π

So I started gathering information everywhere and trying to write an outline by copying what others had written.

I could barely write a few words a day, and it wasn't until September that I finally started uploading.

Then, after writing forty or fifty thousand words without receiving any private messages, I was about to cut it off when, unexpectedly, the lovely author Jiangcha reached out and pulled me back.

What else can we do but keep writing?

There was a big blunder in the middle. I didn't know that once I reached the word count, I could submit it for publication myself. I thought I had to wait for the editor's notification, so I foolishly wrote 260,000 words. Finally, a friend who was also an author pointed it out, and I realized that 150,000 to 160,000 words was enough. I wrote 100,000 words too much...

Sigh, consider those free chapters a treat for everyone. Thanks for your support!

As for the writing approach, style, and vocabulary of this book, forget about it; those techniques from my school days have long been forgotten by my Chinese teacher.

The only consolation is that I have a relatively rich associative ability.

I actually quite like crossover film and television themes, but when I read other works, I found that most of the current books of the same type have a linear structure, that is, a series of film and television instances, as if they exist in their own independent time and space, and the plot only unfolds when the protagonist enters them.

My understanding of crossover film and television worlds is that they have a network structure. Since they share the same worldview, the characters within them, whether good or bad, will naturally have additional storylines that interact with each other.

Taking horror fantasy works as an example, will the Wen family duo encounter Jason of Crystal Lake?

Can the exorcists, the Warrens, handle the deathly silence of Mary Shaw?

If we were to combine series like Underworld, Blade, and True Blood into a single universe, how would we reconcile the relationships between the various vampire clans within it?

I think the interactions and connections between these characters in the story are a very interesting point.

Of course, given the well-known quirks of Hollywood screenwriters, these films and television shows are rife with incoherent plots, book-tearing, and plot twists.

Therefore, when I use these themes, I break them down, modify them, and integrate them to create a coherent worldview, using these materials to tell my own story.

My writing skills are limited, so please forgive any shortcomings.

My expectations are very low; if this book can even secure a basic living allowance, that would be a great success.

I'm happy as long as everyone adds it to their collections and keeps reading. As for the few brothers who gave me tips, I really don't deserve them. This book isn't worth spending so much money on.

If you're a guy who's not short of money, I'll gladly accept a small tip. But if you're a student, please don't waste your money (ω`).

Finally, I'd like to thank my writer friend (ˇεˇ) Nanming Youmei Kongque, who gave me a lot of encouragement in the group.

Secondly, there's also the adorable ginger tea master.

There were also netizens I shamelessly recruited from various QQ groups through my advertisements.

P.S.: As for updates, I can only say I'm unlucky; even my old computer broke down. These hundreds of thousands of words were typed out bit by bit on my phone. I'm currently at 4000 words a day, writing until 12:30 AM every night. I really don't have the capacity to update any more.

(////) I'll try writing more after I receive my welfare payment and get a new computer...

It will be available on November 7th at 12 noon sharp.

Please continue to support us.

Chapter 119 Reward

"Without exception, true holders of the Holy Mark possess extremely powerful innate spiritual energy."

Throughout history, once discovered by the church, individuals have been recruited and nurtured diligently, either serving in priesthood as core members or secretly practicing as hidden assets.

As soon as the green light came on, Bai Ziyuan stepped on the gas and sped off. He glanced at the gradually congesting traffic outside, pressed a button to roll up the car window, creating a relatively private space, before continuing to tell his story about things outside the Six Realms.

"This is the case with Sister Irene. She came from a Catholic monastery in Eastern Europe and showed exceptional talent from a young age. She was truly a person of impeccable lineage."

After reaching adulthood, he awakened his Holy Mark and rose to become a core powerhouse under the Church. Although he might not be as powerful as the Church's patriarch, his status within the Church was arguably no less prestigious than that of the Patriarch of the West Coast region.

Zhu Mingyao reached up and rubbed his cheek, saying in confusion:

"Why would such a big shot come looking for a newbie like me, just to ask about an evil spirit that's entrenched in a country manor?"

Those kinds of demons and monsters are probably no different from wandering ghosts in their eyes. And what did she mean when she said the stone egg looked like a snake egg before she left?

This problem has been bothering him for many days. It's really fun to be the riddle solver yourself, but it's really frustrating when someone else is the riddle solver.

"Who knows?" Bai Ziyuan pursed her lips and shook her head.

“I asked Uncle Lai last time, but he didn’t know either. He just told us to treat each other with respect, since we haven’t done anything shameful.”

The young man changed the subject, "But what about today's events? Did you remember what Uncle Lai told you?"

Zhu Mingyao snapped out of his thoughts, leaned back against the soft seat back, and confidently raised his hand to give an OK sign.

"Don't worry, I've already memorized the sales pitch. I'm sure I can get that item!"

……

The car drove out of the main urban area, passed through several streets and alleys, bypassed a sparse man-made forest, and slowly stopped by a quiet short street.

Even though the potholed road surface had been repaired, it couldn't change the desolate nature of the area. Apart from their car, there were no other pedestrians around. Of course, it was also possible that passersby were dispersed by some supernatural force and unconsciously stayed away from this place.

Because this is the location of the Federal Los Angeles Special Investigations Bureau.

The Special Investigation Bureau's drab office building, just like when Zhu Mingyao last visited, sits in a simple courtyard by the street, blending seamlessly with the style of the surrounding old buildings.

It doesn't look like a federal agency that's known for its extravagance; it's more like a modest government office in a small county town in China.

A figure was pacing back and forth in front of the small building, seemingly waiting for something. Upon seeing the two people get out of the car, he immediately hurried over to greet them.

"Good day, you two. I'm Cole Hill from the Special Investigations Bureau, currently the Director's Assistant. We spoke on the phone yesterday."

He actually looks a few years younger than me...

Looking at the shy boy in front of him with golden-black hair, who looked to be at most seventeen or eighteen years old, Zhu Mingyao muttered to himself, but without showing any emotion, he reached out and shook hands with the other person.

“Supervisor Charles is much better now, and he asked me to convey his gratitude to you,” Cole said with a polite yet warm smile.

"Of course! We're here today to receive your thanks, and we hope your 'thank you' will be a pleasant surprise."

Seeing that Cole was roughly the same age as him, Zhu Mingyao made a small joke, saying something with a double meaning.

“You’re quite witty,” Cole said, blinking his beautiful, dark brown, gem-like eyes and smiling knowingly. “Rest assured, the Special Investigations Bureau’s collection will certainly satisfy you.”

Indeed, as the saying goes, one doesn't visit a temple without a reason. Zhu Mingyao brought Bai Ziyuan to visit him this time precisely to collect the reward promised by the authorities.

During the previous pursuit mission, due to a lack of intelligence, the true strength of the Indian shaman Quinn was underestimated. In addition, the accompanying voodoo brothers Bob and his brother had ulterior motives and betrayed the mission at the last minute, resulting in a humiliating defeat for the pursuit team.

If it weren't for Zhu Mingyao's extraordinary prowess in turning the tide, the entire army would likely have suffered a complete defeat.

Charles, the special agent in charge of the team at the time, promised on behalf of the Special Investigations Bureau that the boy could choose one item from the official warehouse of supernatural items as a reward afterward.

After returning to Los Angeles, the other party kept their word and, after several communications, agreed to meet in person today to complete the transaction.

After exchanging a few words, Cole led the two down to the underground parking lot of an empty office building next door. After verifying their identities at several hidden guard points, they turned into a small room in the corner that looked like a cleaner's break room.

Cole scanned his information on the crystal screen that popped up on the wall and entered a few numbers.

Then the ground sank, and the entire small house slowly descended. It turned out that the interior was a disguised elevator.

Zhu Mingyao estimated the speed in his mind, feeling that it had descended about ten floors before slowly coming to a stop. The elevator doors opened, and a bright and open space appeared before him.

Before him lay a vast, empty space. On the walls and ceiling, which were covered with alloy panels, a dozen or so strangely shaped guns and cannons, some with a futuristic feel and others brimming with spiritual energy, were aimed at him from all angles.

"Sorry, it's a lingering effect of the last attack; it happens every time someone comes," Cole said apologetically as he led the way.

Zhu Mingyao made an indifferent expression, indicating his understanding. It's post-traumatic stress disorder, after all. People from the Federation are the most prone to this kind of disease in the whole world. It's a national label.

“Please stay close.” Cole stood in front of a smooth, mirror-like alloy wall. He tapped it lightly with his finger, and the seemingly solid wall suddenly softened like wax, rolling up to reveal a long corridor.