Louise did not find the answer to "Strange Life" in Halle, nor did Halle find any more information about the "Martial God Resurrection Cult" from her.

Louise's idiot threw all the information into the paper shredder and destroyed it.

Harley was so angry that she almost scolded her stupid ass on the spot.

According to Louise, her status in the Resurrection Cult is definitely considered a senior executive.

With the precious information she recorded for more than ten years, she can not only know more secrets of the Resurrection Church, but also directly connect with the people in the church.

Halle wanted to know whether the church exists in the real world.

If it exists, she wants to talk to the leaders of the church.

She had a feeling that the "Martial God Resurrection Cult" really existed and contained a huge secret, a secret related to her.

On the second day of the God of War Banquet, Constantine came over.

He was in a very bad condition, with no energy and no energy, and his body was dirty and stinky, as if he was imprisoned by ten homeless men in a garbage dump for ten days and ten nights.

"Why did you make this happen? Did you remember the time wrong? My God of War Banquet was yesterday?" Harley took a few steps back in disgust, not wanting to invite him to sit down on the sofa.

He was familiar with it, and naturally tilted his face to the sofa, took out a Sika cigarette and a lighter, lit one for himself, and said with a blurred look: "Halley, I'm in decline, I'm in advanced stages of lung cancer, and I've been looking for famous doctors all over the world, and I have a conclusion that I'll go home and wait for death."

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"You, cancer?" Halle was stunned, and saw him sucking smoke with big mouthfuls, frowned, "No kidding? I see your smoking posture, it seems."

"Cough cough cough cough" before she finished speaking. Zha Kang suddenly coughed rapidly, leaned against the armrest of the sofa, and spit out two thick yellow phlegm on the solid wood floor, with a little bright red spot on the sputum.

He sucked the sputum in the trachea and spit it out. The portrait was relieved by dozens of kilograms, but his face turned pale.

"In the late stage of lung cancer, no matter how you smoke, you can't change the reality." He began to hand the cigarette into his mouth again.

"How do you want me to help you? The legendary wizards I know, such as Shangdu, Moke, Doctor Destiny, and Sage of Ochi, are also your acquaintances." Halle sat down opposite him and asked softly.

"What do you think I'm doing these days?" Zhakang smiled bitterly, "A week ago, I was attacked and injured by a few bastards with poor gambling morality. When I went to the hospital for examination, the doctor found my lung problems.

These days, I have found famous doctors in the world and visited the great masters you mentioned one by one, but it is useless."

Halle wondered: "The great wizard is not a doctor and may not be able to cure diseases, but magic is the power of miracles. As long as you are willing to pay the corresponding price, there is nothing you can't do."

"Have you ever heard of the 'Battle of the Masters'?" Zhakang took a sip of his cigarette and asked slowly.

Halle thought about it and said thoughtfully: "I heard from Teacher Asar that "the seven precepts of ancient masters," such as the first precept, do not reveal your real name.

I just found out that Nab and Shazam are not real names, and those bastards are so treacherous.

We modern wizards are almost impossible to hide our real names.”

Zhakang nodded with a smile and said, "It is the precepts of the master, and now it has changed from seven-character verses to eight-character verses.

The ancients did take advantage of it. In ancient times, many people never left their home ten kilometers in their lives. The news spread too slowly and could not even spread.

Many children from poor families do not have surnames or real names.

Only when you become a master of the wizard and become noble will you be named.

It is probably only he who knows what he is called.

It is also those bastards who have long hidden their real names that prefer to study curse against real names."

Harley didn't laugh and said in a heavy tone: "Doing seven, don't get sick. You should be discovered as soon as possible after you get sick, and heal you as soon as possible. Have you been targeted by the little hell of hell?"

Zha Kang sighed, blasted the cigarette butt into more than ten meters away, turned off the fireplace, then unbuttoned the windbreaker, lifted the sweater and the autumn clothes together, and put it behind the back of his head.

He recited an ancient spell, which roughly means "the evil is revealed in the eyes of Horus."

"Buzz" A circle of magic patterns flashing golden light appeared in the positions of his thin and rough chest, forming a huge Horus Eye.

Zhakang's chest seemed to become transparent in the magic pattern, and two dirty and swollen lungs were vaguely seen.

"Uh ah ah" his lungs were like two small TVs, and the screen was filled with illusory twisted black shadows. They couldn't see the appearance clearly, and even human figures could not be maintained, but they could make a snarky scream of blades scraping glass.

"Constantine discovered us!"

"What are you afraid of? His ending is destined, and our soul belongs to us."

"No, look, the opposite is the witch Halle. The witch Halle is looking at us, ahhhhh, she's here, let's run, run!"

"Stay calm, we are just shadows, the shadows that are cast from hell to Constantine's lesions. Even the witch Halle can't do anything to us."

When I said this, hundreds of dense shadows squeezed into a ball, and most of the "lung lobe screen" was empty.

"What a magical!" Harley looked at it with relish. "I didn't expect that the legend was true. The mage who often deals with hell creatures would be targeted by the 'disease' after getting sick, which would double the difficulty and cost of treating the disease."

"In fact, the disease is not difficult to deal with. There are at least four ways to deal with them." Zhakang covered his clothes and lit a cigarette. He first sucked his cigarette and said comfortably: "The best way is to check frequently, early detection, and early treatment.

Second, some mages are willing to introduce the disease into the patient's body, and then use magic to cure the patient at a relatively low cost.

Third, please help from the higher demons. Fourth, God is omnipotent."

Halle sighed, "Who told us to be friends? Draw the magic circle and I am willing to bear the disaster of the demons' devouring."

Zhakang was shocked and said in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Isn't it your purpose to come to me to introduce the disease into my body?" Halle said lightly.

No matter what kind of demon, poison, disease, or cancer it comes into her body, it is all nutrients.

Unless viruses that can poison the multiverse, the level 8 food defense expertise can be called a bug in the monomer material universe.

"Halley~" Zhakang's eyes were wet, his mouth was trembling, and his fingers holding cigarettes were trembling.

In an instant, the wizard whom Doctor Fate, Shangdu, Ochi Sage, and the witch Sargon (Zhakang had had sex with her) appeared in his mind one by one.

They either had a helpless expression or were cold and indifferent, and were unwilling to help, and could not help.

Zhakang touched his eyes and said in a urn: "You don't have to take risks. Your God will not be immune to diseases when he descends to earth. I am looking for you to seek help from the Almighty God."

Harley looked at him for a while, "I remember you said, never beg God."

Zhakang lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "So I came to find you after trying all the methods."

Harley wanted to laugh at him, but she thought that this guy was already in the late stage of lung cancer and was alive for a few days. She closed her mouth again, took out a big cross, and began to communicate with the sound of the sky.

After talking about Zhakang's situation, she asked, "How many merits are needed to treat him?"

"Even ordinary cancer has at least 500,000 meritories, Constantine needs to increase tenfold." Tianzhisheng said indifferently.

"The basic holy healing technique has only been dozens of merits, why is it so exaggerated to treat cancer?" Halle said in confusion.

"He is in the late stage of cancer, saving him is equivalent to changing one's fate. You don't have to worry about it. No matter how many of your achievements you make, you can't save Constantine."

"Heaven will not save Constantine!" said the voice of heaven.

"Why?" Harley said in surprise.

The voice of the sky said coldly: "If you read the Bible well, you should know that God loves the world, but many people in history have been despised by God.

Even King David, who was ‘chosen by God’, was punished by God after he violated the Ten Commandments.

Constantine's sins are far more than breaking God's precepts.

He spoke wildly and humiliated God in public."

A layer of white-haired sweat oozed out of Harley's spine. She seemed to have slandered God in her heart, calling him a slander. This doesn't seem to be a slander? Ah, is this idea a greater sin?

"I know the story of King David. He seduced the sword of Basheba and wanted her husband to take the blame. He failed to take the blame and killed him with military orders.

King David committed adultery and murdered two precepts, and kept staring at his god, and turned his back.

But when King David repented, God forgives him and asked Basheba to give birth to the great sage King Solomon (ps).

The voice of heaven said: "God will not give up anyone, as long as Constantine is willing to confess, God will redeeate him."

Harley did not agree to Zakang in one go.

She used her mind and a wisp of consciousness to communicate with the sound of heaven. When she faced him, she said, "You insulted God, but God refused to save you."

But if you are willing to kneel down, kiss God’s toes, and offer sincere confession and firm faith, He can change his mind.”

Zhakang's expression changed a lot, "My merits are useless? You still owe me 1 million merits, do you remember?"

"Oh, I almost forgot if you don't say it." Harley quickly asked the voice of the sky, "The ghost owes me two million merits. Can you help me call Him?"

"Due to factors such as exhaustion of the origin, emotional out of control, and the poison of time, the ghost fell asleep in pain and howling, and could not come out to see people for the time being." Tianzhisheng said.

"Hahaha, it's so unfortunate!" Harley held back her laughter and said, "It's natural for fathers to pay the debts to the sons to pay the debts to the fathers to pay the debts to the sons to pay the debts to the fathers.

The ghost is the embodiment of God's wrath. Now He is in deep sleep. Should you, the great voice of heaven, come to help pay off your debts?"

After holding on for a while, he said indifferently: "Sure!"

"John, you are on God's blacklist, and people don't want to heal you, and merit is useless.

You should know that I do not need to believe in God’s mercenary, and I also have the most basic virtue requirements. No matter what I think in my heart, at least I cannot directly humiliate God, and I must not surrender to God’s enemy, otherwise my merits will be ineffective.” Harley said to Zha Kang.

Although she let God take the blame from time to time, she never said directly, "This is God's doing it." It's because others want to think about that.

So, she is not guilty.

Zhakang is different. Can you not be jealous of pointing at the ghost and scolding God?

Zhakang was struggling for a moment, as if he had made a difficult decision, and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I am willing to repent, God, please forgive me."

Halle asked the voice of heaven: "Constantine confessed, can you help him?"

"Do you think he is sincerely repenting?" Tian Zhisheng asked.

Harley stared at Zhakang's wandering eyes, and his stubborn face that seemed reluctant and aggrieved, and said seriously: "Well, I have never seen such a pious person. Look at his expression suddenly burst into an epiphany like a holy light in the entanglement of countless emotions.

Ah, he realized it.

It is clear that serving God is the most beautiful and supreme thing in the world.

His eyes were shining, the light of faith, so dazzling, he repented."

The sound of heaven was silent for a long time before he said, "When King David violated the Ten Commandments, a messenger of God went to reprimand him and expressed God's dissatisfaction and anger.

The messenger of God is the incarnation of Gabriel, who controls human affairs for heaven.

When Constantine gets His approval, you call me again. In addition, you must prepare 6 million merits."
Chapter completed!