Chapter 503: Fluffy God Religion
The flame in the lantern kept flickering on and off, shrouding the entire basement in an unsettling scarlet color.
And the young man known as the Envoy of God slowly stretched out his palm and pressed it on Wu Zhuo's forehead.
"I…"
The latter did not dare to move at all, and could only wait quietly for his end.
He could feel that his meager strength was completely silent.
This is the suppression of evil gods.
An aura that does not belong to this world rose up, and strange roars and whispers echoed in my ears.
Wu Zhuo was tense all over, but still did not dare to disobey the divine envoy in front of him.
"My Lord's decision is..."
The divine envoy spoke slowly, his tone extremely solemn.
At the same time, green mist began to rise from his cold and pale palm.
"Gift."
The cursed vitality and pollution roared into Wu Zhuo's mind.
After a while, the envoy slowly released his palm.
"...a gift?"
Wu Yan slowly opened his eyes, and immediately found that his vision became clear again.
That being healed his eyes.
The high-latitude evil god took the initiative to treat his injuries, which made Wu Zhu feel a little dazed.
"call…"
The divine envoy swayed a few times, and his whole breath became sluggish.
Obviously, the gift just now consumed him a lot.
Finally, the remaining physical strength could no longer allow him to stand, and the divine envoy sat next to Wu Zhuo.
"Sorry, every time I use his power, it consumes my life, so I'm a little weak."
"But don't worry, He has gone back."
The young man patted Wu Zhuo's shoulder and let out a sigh of relief.
There was a slight change in his voice.
Without the ethereal solemnity just now, he seemed to be just an ordinary young man.
"My name is Wang Jin, and I was the one who carried you back that night."
The young man patted Wu Zhuo on the shoulder and introduced his identity to him.
"I hide you here just to worry about the doctor coming, so don't mind."
Seemingly feeling a little embarrassed, Wang Jin grinned and smiled.
"…ah."
Wu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, seemingly stunned by the sight in front of him.
He didn't expect that this young man who was supposed to be aloof would sit side by side with him.
He never imagined that Wang Jin would spend his life to help him recover his eyes.
He never expected that an envoy who believed in evil gods would have such a clean smile.
Pure, gentle and reassuring.
"Thanks."
Wu Zhuo nodded and smiled back at the pale young man.
It's not flattery, it's completely sincere.
He saved himself from a certain death situation and helped heal his eyes.
Regardless of whether it was the evil god's intention or not, this divine envoy named Wang Jin is a pretty good person.
"call…"
The red mask standing aside moved his hands and feet slightly, and his body flashed with a dangerous aura.
"Want to die?"
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and scolded Red Mask sternly.
The latter's breathing became a little heavier for a moment, but he still resisted the idea of taking action.
"Feel sorry."
The young man spoke slowly and explained to Wu Huan.
"This man is a well-known fanatic, but our Lord has not given him any gifts."
"Even I only have a little ability, and it's not of much use yet."
"You were treated as soon as you came up, and he didn't feel very good."
Wang Jin smiled, with a hint of regret deep in his eyes.
"It looks like He likes you very much."
"Like me very much?"
Wu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then carefully thought about what Wang Jin had just said.
As a fanatic, Red Mask has never received a gift.
Even the noble divine envoy received only a useless pity.
As for myself, my eyes were cured directly by the evil god.
This gap... makes Wu Zhu not know what to say.
"Would you like to join us?"
While Wang Jin was talking, he took out the dry food from his pocket and handed it to Wu Huo.
"It's no problem even if you refuse, no one will settle the score with you."
"But it's rare that He takes a fancy to you so much. Maybe one day you will become an envoy of God and be able to use that power without any price."
The young man pointed to himself as he spoke.
"Much better than me."
"this…"
Wu Zhuo raised his eyebrows, his expression a little complicated.
After all, in his eyes, Red Mask has always been his enemy.
"I know what you are hesitating about."
The young man smiled, and his deep and clear eyes seemed to be able to see directly into Wu Zhuo's heart.
"Is it because we had a bad time with him before?"
As he spoke, he pointed at the red mask. The latter did not move at all, as if he was asleep.
"I also heard that you two had a fight, but this one didn't really hurt you, right?"
"Um."
Wu Zhuo nodded slowly.
Whether it was in Rongguan Village last night or at school last time.
This fanatic keeps saying that.
"Believe in my Lord."
If you think about it carefully, he probably just wanted to preach and had never harmed himself.
On the other hand, he has always regarded the doctor as his companion.
Abandon, force, calculate, control.
I basically tried all the disgusting tricks.
Make a decision.
"You can think about it again, let's have a chat."
Wang Jin smiled and continued to speak.
"Tell me a story about you and the doctor."
"Um."
Wu Zhuo nodded, his expression a little complicated.
"I was just a pimp, and my eyes were no different from those of a normal person."
"About half a year ago, I became like this without any warning."
He pointed at his black and white eyes and spoke softly.
"I was quite happy when I first got this ability, thinking that I could protect those girls from being bullied."
"But then, the old man found me."
Wu Hao sighed, as if he thought of something bad.
"Lu Zhishou asked me if I would help him activate Zhang Sheng's sea-cooking formation."
"I didn't know what it was, so I didn't agree."
"As you can probably guess, I was almost beaten to death by him."
The man shrank his neck and his voice trembled.
"Just when I couldn't hold it any longer, the doctor saved me."
"Actually, it's not a rescue. He just wanted to sneak attack Lu Zhishou so that he could take the opportunity to kill him."
"Anyway, I owe him my life."
"After that, I followed the doctor all the time, watching him kill people and watching him dissect corpses."
Wu Zhun took the kettle handed over by Wang Jin and took a sip.
Then there was violent choking and coughing.
"Ah...I'm sorry, I got the wrong one."
The young man scratched his head and took back the kettle.
Wu Zhuo's face was full of shock, as if he couldn't forget the nightmare-like feeling.
The doctor's transformation destroyed his sense of taste, but he still almost fainted.
So scary.
After a long pause, Wu Zhuo continued to speak.
"He almost drove me crazy several times, just because he wanted me to use the Eye of Death."
"If you think about it carefully, he is a fucking selfish beast."
"That's right, that's right."
Wang Jin smiled and nodded, his tone quite sincere.
Wu Zhuo was able to drink the obviously wrong liquid without warning, which meant that he had almost succeeded.
That's what true persuasion is all about.
You don’t need to say too many words, just use enough details to make the other person feel warm.
"I have already repaid the life I owed him."
"I figured it out, let's join you."
Wu Yun gritted his teeth and tried to stand up.
The next second, he found that all the wounds on his body had healed.
"Praise my Lord."
Wang Jin shook the kettle in his hand, his smile still pure and bright.
"In addition, you are welcome to join the Plush Rong God Cult."
This chapter has been completed!