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Chapter 763 Zha Kang is dying

 Louise did not find the answer to the "weird life" from Harley, and Harley did not find any more information related to the "Martial God Resurrection Cult" from her.

That idiot Louise threw all the information into the shredder and destroyed it.

Harry was so angry that he almost called her a stupid ass on the spot.

According to Louise, her status in the Resurrection Cult is definitely considered to be a junior high-level one.

With the precious information she has recorded for more than ten years, she can not only learn more about the secrets of the Resurrection Sect, but can even directly connect with people in the church.

Harley wanted to know if the church existed in the real world.

If so, she would like to talk to church leaders.

She has a feeling that the 'Martial God Resurrection Sect' really exists, and it also contains a huge secret, a secret related to her.

On the second day of the Ares Banquet, Constantine came over.

His condition was extremely bad, he had no energy or energy, and his body was dirty and rancid, as if he had been imprisoned in a garbage dump by ten homeless people for ten days and ten nights.

"How did you end up like this? Did you remember the time wrong? My Ares Banquet was yesterday." Harley took a few steps back in disgust, not wanting to invite him to sit down on the sofa.

He was very familiar with himself. He leaned on the sofa with a natural expression, took out a Silka cigarette and a lighter, lit one for himself, and said with hazy eyes: "Harry, I'm failing. I have terminal lung cancer. I've searched all over the world."

All the famous doctors came to the conclusion that I should go home and wait to die."

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"You, cancer?" Harley was startled. She caught a glimpse of him puffing away smoke, and frowned: "Are you kidding me? From the way you smoke, it seems..."

"Cough, cough, cough." Before she could finish her words, Zha Kang suddenly coughed rapidly, leaned against the armrest of the sofa, and spat out two lumps of thick yellow phlegm on the solid wood floor, with some bright red stains on the phlegm.

He "ho ho ho" sucked all the phlegm out of his trachea and spit it out. He seemed to have lost dozens of pounds, but his face became even paler.

"Lung cancer is in the advanced stage. No matter how much you smoke, it won't change the reality." He began to put the cigarette into his mouth again.

"How do you want me to help you? The legendary mages I know, such as Xanadu, Stranger, Doctor Fate, and Sage Ochi, are also your acquaintances." Harley sat down opposite him and asked softly.

"What do you think I've been doing these days?" Zha Kang smiled bitterly, "A week ago, I was attacked and injured by a few bastards with poor gambling ethics. When I went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor discovered a lung problem.

In the past few days, I have visited famous doctors in the world and visited the great mage you mentioned one by one, but to no avail."

Harry wondered: "The Archmage 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 'Eight Laws of the Master'?" Zha Kang took a puff of cigarette and asked slowly.

Harry thought for a while and said thoughtfully: "I heard Teacher Asal say the 'Seven Commandments of the Ancient Mage', such as Commandment 1: Don't reveal your real name.

I also just found out that Naboo and Shazam are not their real names. Those bastards are too treacherous.

It is almost impossible for us modern mages to conceal our true names."

Zha Kang nodded with a smile and said: "It's the Master's commandments, now it has been changed from seven laws to eight laws.

The ancients did take advantage. In ancient times, many people never left their homes more than ten kilometers in their lives. News spread too slowly and could not even get out.

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

Only when he became a mage master and became noble did he take a name.

He is probably the only one who knows his name.

It’s also those bastards who have hidden their real names for a long time who prefer to study the magic spells targeting their real names.”

Harry didn't smile, and said in a serious tone: "Commandment 7: Don't get sick. When you get sick, you should detect it as soon as possible and treat it as soon as possible. Are you being targeted by the kid from hell?"

Zha Kang sighed, flicked the cigarette butt into the extinguished fireplace more than ten meters away, then unbuttoned his windbreaker, lifted the sweater together with his autumn clothes, and pinned it behind his head.

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

"Buzz!" On his skinny and rough chest, where the two lungs were, a circle of golden magic lines appeared, forming a huge Eye of Horus.

Zha Kang's chest seemed to become transparent in the magic lines, and two dirty and swollen lungs could be vaguely seen.

"Uh ah ah ah" His lungs were like two small TVs. The screens were crowded with illusory and distorted black shadows. They couldn't see their shapes clearly, and they couldn't even maintain their human form, but they could send out the penetrating sharp edges of blades scraping the glass.

Call.

"Constantine discovered us!"

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

"No, look, there is Witch Harley opposite. Witch Harley is looking at us. Ahhhhh, she is looking over. Let's run, run!"

"Stay still and don't panic. We are just shadows, shadows projected from hell to Constantine's lesions. Even the Witch Harley can't do anything to us."

As he said this, hundreds of densely packed shadows huddled together, and the "lung screen" was mostly empty.

"How amazing!" Harry watched with gusto. "I didn't expect the legend to be true. After a mage who often deals with hellish creatures gets sick, he will be targeted by the 'disease', which will double the difficulty and cost of treating the disease."

"In fact, diseases are not difficult to deal with. There are at least four ways to deal with them." Zha Kang covered his body with clothes again, lit a cigarette, and inhaled a full stomach of smoke before saying comfortably: "The best way is

, frequent physical examination, early detection and early treatment.

Second, there are magicians who 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, ask higher demons for help. Fourth, God is omnipotent."

Harry sighed: "Who said we are friends? Draw the magic circle, and I am willing to bear the disaster of being devoured by demons."

Zha Kang looked shocked and said in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Introducing the disease into my body, isn't that why you came to me?" Harley said calmly.

No matter what kind of demons, poisons, diseases, or cancers they are, they are all nutrients that come into her body.

Unless it is a virus that can poison the multiverse, the level 8 food defense feat is considered a bug in the single material universe.

"Harley~" Zha Kang's eyes were moist, his lips were trembling, and the fingers holding the cigarette were also trembling.

In an instant, Dr. Fate, Xanadu, Sage Ochi, Sorceress Sargon (Zha Kang had an affair with her) and the wizards he had asked for help all appeared in his mind one by one.

They all looked helpless or indifferent and spread their hands, unwilling to help and unable to help.

Zha Kang touched his eyes and said in a low voice: "You don't need to take risks. Your God may not be immune to diseases when he comes to earth. I'm looking for you because I want to seek help from the Almighty God."

Harry stared at him for a while, "I remember you said you would never ask God."

Zha Kang lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "That's why I came to find you after trying all the methods."

Harry wanted to laugh at him, but she realized that this guy had advanced lung cancer and would not be alive for a few days, so he shut up again, took out the big cross, and began to communicate with the voice of heaven.

After explaining Zha Kang's situation, she asked: "How much merit does it take to treat him?"

"Even ordinary cancer requires at least half a million merit, and Constantine needs ten times more." Tian Zhisheng said indifferently.

"Basic holy healing skills only have dozens of merits, so why is the treatment of cancer so exaggerated?" Harley asked in confusion.

"He has terminal cancer. Saving him is equivalent to changing his life. You don't have to worry about it. No matter how many merits you have, you can't save Constantine."

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

"Why?" Harley asked in surprise.

Tian Zhisheng said indifferently: "If you are familiar with the Bible, you should know that God loves the world, but there are also many people in history who have been spurned by God.

Even King David, who was 'chosen by God', was punished by God after breaking the Ten Commandments.

Constantine's crime went far beyond violating God's commandments.

He spoke arrogantly and publicly insulted God with his words."

A layer of white sweat broke out on Harley's back. She seemed to have slandered God in her heart, calling Him a black hand and a black heart. Well, this doesn't seem to be slander. Ah, is this kind of thinking a bigger sin?

"I know the story of King David. He lured Sheba to the sword and wanted her husband to take the blame. When he failed to take the blame, he had him killed with military orders.

King David committed adultery, violated two commandments, and turned his back on the God who had been watching him.

But when King David repented devoutly, God forgave him and allowed Bathsheba to bear him the great sage King Solomon (ps).”

The voice of heaven said: "God will not give up on anyone. As long as Constantin is willing to repent, God will redeem him."

Harley didn't agree on behalf of Kang.

She was multitasking, and a ray of consciousness continued to communicate with the voice of heaven. She faced him in person and said: "You insult God, and God refuses to save you.

But if you are willing to kneel down, kiss God's toes, offer sincere repentance and unwavering faith, He can change his mind,"

Zha Kang's face changed several times, "The meritorious service is useless? You still owe me 1 million meritorious service, remember?"

"Oh, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me." 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 depletion of origin, loss of emotional control, and the poison of time, the ghost fell into a deep sleep in pain and wailing, and was temporarily unable to come out to see people." Tianzhi said.

"Hahahaha, what a pity!" Harley tried her best to suppress her laughter and said, "It is only natural that a father pays his debts to his son, and a son repays his father's debts.

The ghost is the incarnation of God's wrath. Now that it has fallen into a deep sleep, shouldn't it be up to you, the great voice of heaven, to help pay off the debt?"

Tianzhi held in his voice for a long time before saying indifferently: "Yes!"

"John, you are on God's blacklist. People are not willing to treat you, and your merits are useless.

You have to know that I, a 'mercenary of heaven' who doesn't need to believe in God, also have the most basic moral requirements. No matter what I think in my heart, at least I can't directly humiliate God, and I can't take refuge in God's enemy, otherwise my merits will be invalid." Harley said to Zha.

Kang Dao.

Although she would let Brother God take the blame from time to time, she never directly said, "This is God's doing." It was others who had to think that way.

Therefore, she is not guilty.

Zha Kang is different. If he points at the ghost and curses God, can he not be jealous?

Zha Kang struggled for a moment, as if he had made a difficult decision, and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I would like to repent, God please forgive me."

Harley asked the voice of the sky: "Constantine has confessed, can you help him?"

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

Harley stared at Zha Kang's wandering eyes and stubbled face that seemed reluctant and aggrieved, and said seriously: "Well, I have never seen such a pious person. Look at his expression, which is suddenly entangled with countless emotions.

A sudden burst of enlightenment as powerful as the Holy Light.

Ah, he realized it.

Understand clearly that serving God is the most beautiful and highest thing in the world.

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

The voice from heaven was silent for a while, then said: "When King David violated the Ten Commandments, an angel from God came to reprimand him and express God's dissatisfaction and anger.

That divine messenger is the incarnation of Gabriel, who governs human affairs for heaven.

When Constantine gets his approval, you can call me again. In addition, you must prepare 6 million meritorious services."


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