In Yang Yi's mind, he does not believe in ghosts or angels, he only believes in facts and strength.
It is precisely because he does not believe in Buddhism or destiny that he can be so resolute and brave.
"This holy sword and this holy book are interesting!"
Yang Yi's expression changed and he looked at the things in the man's hands.
Listening carefully, he actually still couldn't understand the bird songs that the man recited, but his eyes were always attracted to the holy sword he wore. Moreover, the man's holy book was unhurried, orderly, and very effective.
law.
It is precisely because of this that it drags people into the deep vortex bit by bit!
Isn't this the process of brainwashing?
Turning around, Ying 1 and Ying 2 also felt something strange. They gritted their teeth, as if they were fighting against an unknown force.
They covered their ears with confused expressions.
"How are you?"
Yang Yi asked, and a breath was released from his body, which immediately dispelled the physical discomfort of Ying Yi and Ying Er.
Soon, the pained expressions on the two people's faces turned into calm.
"I have never experienced this feeling before, as if there are hands in the dark, pulling me and letting me face God."
Ying Yi closed his eyes and said.
"Me too!"
Although Ying Er on the other side usually seems simple and honest, his willpower is very strong now, "This idea is hinting at me little by little, like hypnosis."
"Maybe they used this method to deceive the civilians."
Seeing the expressions of enjoyment on the faces of the believers around them, they were already intoxicated and confused.
Fortunately, the willpower of myself and Ying Yi and Ying Er were strong enough, otherwise we would have been led astray by this man.
Yang Yi sneered, then stood up and looked around, seeing nothing. Taking advantage of the weapon at hand, he ripped off the holy sword worn on the chest of one of the believers and smashed it directly on the head of the man who was muttering something.
The holy sword was small in size, but Yang Yi's strength was not small. After the holy sword was thrown out, it hit the man's head directly with a crisp sound.
"Boom!"
The man covered his head in pain and was bleeding profusely.
At the same time, the plausive voice in his mouth suddenly stopped.
As soon as his voice stopped, the believers trembled all over, as if they suddenly woke up, and looked at each other at a loss.
Yang Yi did not have time to buffer and digest these believers. He directly glanced at everyone and said in a cold voice, "Now that you are awake, go back wherever you came from. There is no need to stay here for a long time!"
After listening to Yang Yi's words, everyone was still very confused. You looked at me and I looked at you, but no one moved.
Yang Yi completely lost his patience. He smashed a huge wooden table to pieces with one palm and said coldly, "Please leave!"
With a loud "bang", everyone was frightened, and they couldn't care less and hurriedly left the church.
The man who was hit by the holy sword covered his head and finally recovered. He looked at Yang Yi with evil eyes and fiercely pulled off the holy sword from his chest.
The accent is still unorthodox, but he can also say a few bad local dialects, "Who are you and why are you making trouble?"
"What are you doing here?"
Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, a little surprised when he heard this.
I really didn’t expect that this foreigner could actually know a few words in Chinese dialect.
Then, he smiled coldly, "Let you
Come here, our manager, I have something I need to talk to him about!"
The foreign man looked at the three people and knew that the people who came were not good, so he had no choice but to nod, "I understand!"
After saying that, he quickly walked towards the back door.
Yang Yi's eyes flashed, and his intuition told him that this man must be very cunning and must be playing some trick.
"Follow him!"
After saying that, Yang Yi quickly followed, and after hearing the words, Yang Yi followed closely behind.
And when they followed the foreign man out of the back door, they unexpectedly discovered that the back door was a large garden.
However, what is planted in the garden is not the colorful and delicate flowers, but the black tulips that symbolize gloom.
Large swaths of black tulips swayed gently in the wind. There was a table not far away, with a pot of scented tea and a teacup placed on the table.
Sitting on the chair was a middle-aged man wearing white clothes and a white robe. He put down the teacup in one hand and held a bouquet of black tulips in the other hand. .??.
There is also a book on the table.
The foreign man stood behind the middle-aged man, looking at the three of them with gloomy eyes, but said nothing.
"You are a guest, please."
The middle-aged man did not raise his head, but despite this, Yang Yi could still see the golden hair under the white robe and the fluent Chinese dialect in his mouth.
This middle-aged man is also a foreigner, but he speaks Chinese very fluently.
"Your Excellency is the bishop here?"
Yang Yi was not polite and sat directly opposite the bishop.
"Sir, you have a keen eye."
The bishop placed the bouquet of tulips on the table, and his green eyes looked directly at Yang Yi's.
Suddenly, Yang Yi felt as if electricity was flowing through his body, a kind of The strange feeling passed away in a flash.
Then, the bishop looked away and smiled slightly, "Sir, this religion sees that you are full of sins and have a deep anger. It seems that you are not an ordinary believer?"
Yang Yi raised his eyebrows again, a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, this bishop could notice at a glance that he was different from ordinary people, and thus revealed his identity.
Is he really capable, or has he already guessed his identity?
He stared at the bishop in surprise, suspecting that the man in front of him might have guessed his identity a long time ago and was just trying to be mysterious.
"Sir, there is no need to be moved. This is just my guess."
"Ran, our religion has no comment on what Mr. Ran has done!"
"No comment?"
Yang Yi grinned and was not angry, "The bishop has a great spirit and is far smarter than those who are as stupid as pigs."
"Since the bishop has great magical powers, you might as well check for yourself whether there will be a bloody disaster for the bishop today?"
As he said that, he took out a military dagger from his waist, slapped it on the table, and looked at the bishop calmly.
When the bishop saw this, he was not in a hurry. He just stroked the petals of the tulip with one hand, gently pulled off a piece from the top, and placed it in the palm of his hand.
"Black tulips are rare in the world."
Then, he handed the petals in his palm to Yang Yi and said, "This sect guesses that today, it is not this sect that suffered the bloody disaster, but Mr.'s relatives."
Suddenly, the smile on Yang Yi's face turned cold, he turned the dagger in his hand and stabbed it hard!
The dagger actually pierced the table!
"Can you say that again!"
The anger around Yang Yi surged, and he looked at the bishop with a cold expression.
