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Chapter 52 Missionaries

Jiuliang no longer felt lost just now. Just now, I should have suppressed my reason because of my lust. But now, I don’t even have the courage to look at him. We were so stiff that we just hugged each other and fell asleep. When I

When I woke up, there was no one around me. Only the remaining breath told me that all this had really happened. Perhaps this was the biggest obstacle between us. Her pride prevented her from being willing to be a mistress, and I

, when I wasn’t impulsive, I didn’t have the thought or courage to feel sorry for Lin Xiaoyao.

After getting up, we ate something casually. There was still no news coming back from the second uncle and Song Zhai's people in the deepest part of the valley. There was no news coming back even from inside the canyon. According to usual practice, this even meant that they

Unfortunately, after eating with Jiu Liang, I wanted to go to Fatty and the others to discuss the strange radio wave. After leaving the tent, I found that Fatty and Hei San were walking along the path left by those from Song Zhai.

The rope is climbing.

What are you doing? I yelled at them.

Damn it, this coffin is all empty, the fat man shouted from above.

There were no corpses or mummies. I called out to them.

No, there was just a pile of hair. The fat man slipped down. A man of his size was covered in stinky sweat after climbing up and down for a while. After he came down, his hands were scratched with a layer of skin. Over there

Wiping the blood, he said to me: I thought Lin Baqian and the others were looking for something, but it turned out they were looking for a coffin with a corpse.

After saying that, after I heard what he said, I felt like I understood something in a daze, but I couldn't grasp it. At this time, the fat man shouted to Hei San and Lin Erdan: There is nothing fucking wrong with them.

Yeah, stop looking for it.

After listening to Fatty's words, Erdan got down from the coffin array that looked like a spider web, while Hei San was still busy on it. Fatty shouted: You are so damn sick again and you want to open the coffin when you see it.

look

Heisan didn't say anything, but continued to search for something on it. It seemed that he was really paranoid. I was anxious to discuss things with them about the Japanese, so I shouted to him: Heisan, come down first.

I want to discuss something with you. Why are you doing this?

Hei San just glanced at me and called me something from above. This sentence was in Henan dialect and he spoke very quickly: I believe your second uncle definitely knows that you are behind the valley.

No matter what he does, he will never fail to leave a message for you. I believe he left a signal.

What kind of bird language did he say? Fatty asked me.

He thought that my second uncle would leave us a guidance signal. I looked at Heisan who was still on the coffin. I am the nephew of my second uncle. At this point, I was even a little ashamed. No matter when, Heisan

The second uncle's trust and understanding were higher than mine. I didn't say anything, and the three of us quietly looked at Hei San who was busy above.

He trusts his second uncle. Will his second uncle betray his trust?

We waited at the foot of the mountain for almost an hour. While I was waiting, I was also paying attention to the movements of the Japanese people over there. It seemed that Liu Wangnan had definitely not wronged them. None of the four of them had been out of the house during the day.

That tent, I guess, was busy with radio work inside.

Heisan climbed up the rope along the rope, and had to look at the coffins one by one during the climb. This was undoubtedly an extremely physically demanding task, but after more than two hours, he refused to come down to rest.

For a while, until I gave up, Heisan's figure suddenly stopped at a place, holding the rope with one hand, and doing something with a knife on the mountain wall with one hand. We stood all of a sudden

Got up.

Did he really guess correctly? Did he leave any information behind?

After a while, Hei San suddenly pulled out a white skeleton from the mountain wall, with torn pieces of cloth hanging on it. When Hei San pulled him out, Hei San was even looking for something on his body.

After a while, Spider-Man, who had been hanging on the mountain wall for a long time, finally slowly came down from the mountain wall. He was a little unsteady. He wiped his sweat, took something out of his arms and smiled bitterly at us.

He said at once: If I don’t find something, I’ll be so damn shameless.

In his hand, he held a pocket watch, something like a black book. I walked over quickly. I was not interested in the pocket watch. Instead, I took the black book. What we lack most now is information.

Heisan did not hide all the information, but directly handed the Bible to me.

After I quickly opened it, I was stunned for an instant. What I held in my hand was nothing else but a Bible filled with small printed characters.

The fat man also received the pocket watch just now, then handed it to Hei San, and said with a smile: This is what you found in a few hours.

I went over and took a look. The surface of this pocket watch was a little corroded, but the inside was basically well preserved. There was a photo inside, which was a photo of a bearded foreigner. He looked very kind. He was wearing a black robe and looked very similar.

The dress of a preacher.

This guy is a fucking Christian. The fat man said as he turned over the Bible.

Hei San's face was ugly, and it made everyone feel bad. He originally thought he had found something useful, but it turned out to be a bunch of rubbish. No one could bear this feeling. He took the Bible and squatted on the ground while drinking water and reading.

, said: Even if there are no words, this is at least useful. At least it proves that in addition to the Japanese, there is also a missionary who has been here.

He flipped through the pages, and I was about to tell them about the radio, which was a threat in front of them, but as soon as I opened my mouth, Hei San said over there: I said it couldn't be useless, come on, look.

, there are words here.

I moved closer and found a line of extremely blurred words on the white paper printed at the back of the Bible. It was just a line of English. I was a college student after all, so I didn't even know this.

What is written on it, the fat man asked me.

I will never sell my Lord, I will never sell my soul to a devil. Almighty Lord, your people will serve you forever. May your glory quickly illuminate this cursed land.

I said, and after I finished speaking, I was also puzzled that these were the original words at the back of the Bible.

What do you mean, the missionary was still praying at the end, the fat man said.

Ask Xiaofan. These should be that person's last words. It seems that there are other gods who want his soul, but he doesn't want Hei San to look at me.

They all looked at me, and the vague concepts I had at the beginning seemed to be connected in a straight line. I felt that I seemed to understand something.

I looked at the statues of gods I had never seen before facing the coffin. At this time, I really felt like they were looking at me, like they were looking at poor ants.

If my guess is correct, this missionary should have been to the mysterious wishing wall like the old lady Yamaguchi's man, and then he is a cursed person. I said slowly, every time

When I say the word curse, I always feel very weird inside, because I feel like I am talking about myself.

Then the fat man looked at me and asked, he seemed very confused as to why I, who had always been the stupidest, could see through many things at this time. He couldn’t think of it, but I could think of more because I was the one who experienced it first-hand.

Cursed person.

A cursed person, the man of the old lady Yamaguchi, can resist the curse because he is a Japanese onmyoji, and this missionary also belongs to the Western religion, so he must have endured to the end, Shiro Mao.

When it spread all over my body, I felt the power summoned by the words from the old lady Yamaguchi's mouth. I came here.

What should I say? They should be able to know when the curse cannot be resisted and see things that others cannot see. Perhaps they heard the words of other gods and came here. If I guessed correctly, they came here.

Here, you are buried in a coffin. Someone has prepared these coffins for the cursed people.

This missionary believed that hiding his body in a coffin was a blasphemy to his Lord, so he chose to jump out of the coffin at the most critical moment and died in the gap.

There are many cursed people. They are also in the coffin, but now it is an empty coffin. You can imagine that they may have really gone to serve the so-called god. I said.

After I finished speaking, several of us were silent. Maybe I didn't quite understand what I said, and they were still chewing on my words. After a while, the fat man suddenly frowned and said: "Why do I feel like I smell a hint of conspiracy?"

smell

Uh-huh, I looked at him and asked.

The wishing wall is a scam. It deceived many people and then infected them with a curse. This curse is for the so-called God to continuously transport slaves and let them come here. Do you think Fatty is right or not?

We looked at each other in shock. Although what the fat man said seemed absurd to us.

However, it seems that this sentence clarifies the truth.


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