Chapter 113 The Smell of Food (please vote for me at the beginning of the month)
Chapter 610 The smell of food (please vote for me at the beginning of the month)
Seeing Father Monserrate posing with a baby in his arms in an empty room filled with crimson moonlight, and shaking it gently, with nothing between his arms, Lugano felt his scalp numb and felt a chill.
It jumped from the tailbone to the top of the head.
Is this holding a child?
Invisible children?
The so-called Son of God?
After being frightened to the point of having his teeth ached by the corresponding association, Lugano acted as if he had entered the wrong room, trying to close the door again before the owner of the house discovered it, and left quietly.
At this moment, Father Monserrate's voice sounded in his ears:
"Are you here to pray?"
Lugano's eyes narrowed, and like a wild cat with explosive fur, he turned around and ran towards the stairs.
At this time, all he could think of was his powerful employer!
But what caught his eyes was darkness, and there was no staircase with wooden floors.
In the darkness, clumps of dark weeds with plump ears were swaying quietly.
Lugano's body froze, not knowing what would happen if he ran into such darkness.
"Why are you running away?" The weeds parted, and the figure of Father Monserrate holding an invisible baby appeared in front of Lugano. Behind him was an almost illusory, unusually huge oak tree.
The part of the oak tree close to the weeds is densely covered with tumors, forming an extremely crude and rather evil holy symbol of life.
Seeing Father Monserrate in brown clerical uniform less than three meters away from him, Lugano swallowed his saliva and instinctively told an unconvincing reason:
"It's too late, I don't want to disturb you."
Father Monserrate still bent his arms with a faint smile:
"What did you see?"
Every hair on Lugano's neck stood up, and dense cold sweat broke out on his back.
He pointed with difficulty at Father Monserrate's empty arms and said:
"Why are you doing this?"
Father Monserrate replied meaningfully:
"We are all our mother's children."
Lugano dared to ask further questions and nodded frequently:
"Yes, yes, we are all our mother's children."
Father Monserrate did not give him a chance to get away with it, and specifically added:
"Children of the 'Great Mother'."
"Great Mother"... Although Lugano guessed this answer, when he actually heard it, his heart almost stopped and his mind went blank for a moment.
Seeing that Father Monserrate had made the decision himself, Lugano had no choice but to ask:
"Aren't you a believer in Mother Earth?"
Father Monserrate did not feel guilty at all for betraying the Church of Mother Earth, and maintained a warm smile and said:
"Mother Earth is an aspect and a projection of the Great Mother. In this capacity, she pays attention to the place of betrayal and us children who have left the arms of our mother."
Gulu... Lugano swallowed his saliva instinctively, not knowing how to refute Father Monserrate.
He had just joined the Church of the Mother Earth for one day and had only listened to two sermons. He had no deep theological knowledge to refute this heresy.
Of course, he could also directly deny it. After all, Monserrate's statement sounded very strange at first sight - if it was really what the priest explained, with the resources and power of the "Earth Mother Goddess" church, that so-called
The Son of God was born in the real world, and the "Great Mother" has long since returned, but this is not the case.
The current scene and invisible pressure made Lugano shut his mouth and he did not dare to deny it at all.
What to do if Father Monserrate is completely angered?
Father Monserrate continued:
"All creatures in this world are the children of the 'Great Mother'. Some were conceived by her, some are the descendants of these gods, and some are directly transformed from the flesh and blood of the 'Great Mother'. You and I are the latter.
In this case, we have the closest connection with the 'Great Mother'!"
I was born of my mother, not the flesh and blood of the "Great Mother"... Lugano instinctively retorted in his heart, but on the surface, he smiled more ugly than crying and said:
"Don't you think the followers of the 'Great Mother' are evil and terrifying?"
Father Monserrate smiled and said:
"Don't worry about the return of the 'Great Mother', how can any mother hate her own children?
"You may not know that there are many other worlds outside our world. The creatures in those places thrive under the watchful eye of the 'Great Mother' and continue to reproduce. I haven't heard of any population being destroyed because of this, but the number is inversely proportional."
More and more.
"Moreover, that is the 'Great Mother' who gave us life. It is her right if she really wants to take back the life she gave us. We should cooperate fully."
Cooperate with you sow! Lugano was not bewitched and suddenly pulled out his hidden pistol and fired twice at Father Monserrate.
Without checking whether the shot had any effect, he quickly turned around and ran towards the dark edge covered with black weeds.
Although the depths of darkness lead nowhere, and there may be great dangers hidden there, it is even more dangerous to stay here!
"Wow!"
Suddenly, the almost unreal sound of a baby crying sounded in Lugano's ears.
It was exactly the same as what he had heard several times before.
Lugano's expression froze instantly, and his running movements quickly slowed down.
His eyes gradually became hollow, and his body turned back, walking step by step towards Father Monserrate, who was holding the invisible baby in his arms, and towards the illusory, huge oak tree.
"That's our mother...
"The mother who gives us life...
"She is willing to accept every person who repented, every child who came home...
"If she wants to take back the life she gave us, then let her take it back. She has the right to take back what she gave..."
Listening to the unusually erratic but seemingly very close voice of Father Monserrate, Lugano gradually felt a strong, heartfelt recognition:
Yes, that's my mother...
How could she harm me?
What she gave, she can take back...
Lugano walked faster and faster, and came to a position side by side with Father Monserrate.
He immediately felt warmth and security, the smell of his mother's arms.
Gradually, he felt an indescribable moistness, like a kitten being licked by a mother cat.
It's so comfortable... Lugano half-closed his eyes.
At this moment, he heard his mother's favorite nursery rhyme.
That comes from behind him.
Why is mom in the back? Shouldn't she be in the front? Lugano thought vaguely.
He immediately heard his mother calling from behind:
"Don't go there!
"Don't go forward!
"Danger!"
Don't go there... don't go forward... it's dangerous... Lugano suddenly shuddered, and his blank eyes regained some of their energy.
He saw where he was, the illusory giant oak tree, and the moist and warm wriggling fleshy petals growing on the oak tree, and half of his own body was already wrapped in the fleshy petals, moving inward little by little.
Pull.
This was the mother's embrace he had just experienced.
Lugano's pupils suddenly dilated, chills rushed to the top of his head, and his hairs exploded.
He pushed hard with both hands inside the fleshy flap covered with viscous liquid, and his whole body quickly retreated out.
Father Monserrate, holding the invisible baby in his arms, appeared beside Lugano and said with a gentle smile:
"Go back, go back to mother's arms, go back to our original appearance."
Lugano felt despair after hearing this.
He wanted to fight the priest, but sadly found that after taking two potions of "cultivator" and "physician", apart from being very strong and good at using farm tools and scalpels, he had no special abilities that could be directly used in combat.
Ability, whether it is predicting the weather, identifying and cultivating seeds, or "curing diseases", "healing wounds", "suturing souls", "giving life" and excellent surgical abilities, cannot be used in combat.
——Previously, Lugano mainly relied on the fighting skills and shooting abilities he learned as a bounty hunter to cooperate with the "cultivator"'s strength and hot weapon fighting.
But no matter what, failure to resist at this time meant death. Lugano was also an adventurer who had killed people. With great fear, he fired at Father Monserrate and took out a sharp knife.
scalpel.
…………
In the first-class suite belonging to Lumian.
Lumian, who was still reading Tutan language textbooks under the kerosene wall lamp, heard a knock on the door.
He stood up in confusion, opened the door and saw Ludwig.
Ludwig, who was wearing gray and white checked pajamas and pajamas, looked no different from a child and said seriously:
"An accident occurred in Lugano, go and save him quickly."
Accident? Lumian raised his eyebrows.
After knowing that Lugano would still hear the cry of the baby, he secretly increased his monitoring and attention to this servant, including just now.
But didn’t Lugano enter the prayer room of the Church of the Mother Earth?
Will this happen unexpectedly?
Ludwig continued:
"After he entered the prayer room, I couldn't sense his breath."
"What kind of breath?" Lumian asked casually, vaguely guessing.
Ludwig answered without any problem:
"The smell of food."
Lumian moved his neck and wrists, looked at Ludwig, and asked thoughtfully:
"You actually went out of your way to sense his breath."
Ludwig's baby-fat cheeks showed an expression of "What's so weird about this?":
"If he dies and you go off to do other things, who will help me collect food?"
"Same." Lumian laughed.
…………
In the darkness covered with black weeds, Lugano's scalpel struck Father Monserrate's body, but it only hit the air.
"Wow!"
The baby's cry started again, and Lugano was in a daze, almost losing control of himself again.
Monserrate, holding the invisible baby in his arms, appeared on the huge illusory oak tree, smiled and said to Lugano:
"Don't resist, we came from mother and we will return to mother."
As soon as the priest with clean eyebrows and warm smile finished speaking, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, echoing in the seemingly endless darkness and among the weeds with a large number of ears.
Hearing the knock on the door, Lugano had an idea for no apparent reason:
It's quite polite to knock on the door at this time...
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