Blue and White Society

  Chapter 732 Expose your heart

   There is no day and night in the underground city-state.

  The ten **** of light in the sky are shining twenty-four hours a day.

   After all, every plant and tree in the city-state has not received real sunlight, and it is naturally greatly reduced to replace it with lights.

  However, although there is no day and night, the work and rest time of citizens will not be chaotic. After all, everyone can connect to the Internet, and Internet time is standard.

  As for the time in which area to use, the church will inform everyone. Basically, the time in a time zone will take three months to half a year.

  Dungeon-states have been using Honiara time in the Solomon Islands for the last few months.

   It is 8:30 p.m. in Honiara time.

  In a wealthy citizen's home, a young girl is praying at home. The **** statue above her head is shining brightly, filling the entire room.

  The light even shines out from the windows of the three-story building, shining on the entire city-state.

  Under the dazzling blazing light, the ten light spheres on the top are reduced to a foil.

   "Oh! Which priest is this coming to visit Dorothy and her family?"

   "No, I have been on the side of the road, and I didn't see any priest coming."

   "Ah! Could it be that Dorothy is so devout?"

   "It could be his man, too."

   "Hey, did you forget that his man went to the ground? This must be Dorothy's promotion."

   Such a dazzling light can only be produced by a priest, and the neighbors around can see that it absolutely surpasses the light that citizens can create.

   Neighbors murmured, guessing who in the family had attained piety enough to be a priest.

   "Boom boom boom..."

In this small building, a woman rushed up to the third floor in surprise, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw the overflowing light almost blinding her eyes, forcing her to close her eyes and turn her face away, And cover it with your hands.

   "Helen?" the woman asked half worried and half tentative.

  Seeing that the light gradually subsided, a girl less than ten years old knelt on the ground, opened her eyes, and looked back at her: "Mom, what's the matter? I'm praying."

  The woman covered her mouth with her hand in surprise, walked up to hug the girl and said, "Son, is it really you? Was it really you who was praying just now?"

  The girl nodded, confused: "I was praying, what's the matter, Mom?"

   "God." The surprise on the woman's face was about to explode, and she hugged Helen tightly and said, "You make me so proud, Helen, you make me so proud. You will become a pastor, my child."

  Helen said firmly: "Of course! Mom, I will definitely become a pastor when I grow up."

  The woman kissed Helen, shook her head and said, "Silly boy, you are already!"

   "Huh?" Helen stared blankly at her mother.

   "You are already a pastor! Child!" The woman excitedly picked up Helen, went downstairs and rushed to the street.

  She shouted to her neighbors: "My daughter is a priest!"

   "Ooooh!" The neighbors cheered proudly, happy for her and congratulated her from the bottom of their hearts.

   "It turned out to be Helen, my god, she is not ten years old, right?"

   "I thought it was Dorothy, but I didn't expect it to be her daughter."

   While the neighbors congratulated, they were also extremely shocked.

  Nine-year-old pastor, this is a record, right?

  Although everyone knows that Helen of Dorothy's family is a good child and a pious genius, but a few days ago, she was not close to being a citizen, but now she has achieved it overnight, and she is as pious as a priest.

  However, everyone didn't think there was anything wrong with this. On the contrary, there was only respect and honor.

   After all, belief in this kind of thing does not necessarily mean progress step by step.

   It was supposed to be a sudden frenzy in one breath!

  Piety and belief are just a matter of one thought.

  When a thought comes through, it is normal for the reverence for God in my heart to suddenly skyrocket.

   There are precedents for an untouchable who survived a catastrophe because of a certain incident, thinking that God saved him, and then suddenly became a fanatic, with a piety reaching the level of a priest.

   "Children, hurry up! Light up this idol!" Dorothy carried her daughter to the entrance of the mission area, surrounded by a large group of neighbors.

  She pointed to a tall statue and asked Helen to pray.

  Helen knelt in front of the statue, crossed her fingers devoutly, rested her chin on her chin, and closed her eyes in prayer.

   Not long after, the idol burst into incomparably dazzling light.

   Even if everyone closes their eyelids, the light will still hurt their eyes.

  Suddenly, the light went out, and Helen was startled, looking forward, she could feel a more pious consciousness blocking her from lighting up the statue.

   "Are you finally going to get in touch with the core figures of the church?"

  Helen is undoubtedly Mo Poor.

  Since Mo Qiong wants to enter the church district in this way, of course he can't use his true colors.

  Even if it is transformed, it won't work, after all, his second form, which is not recorded in this city-state at all, is a black household.

   Walking on the street is okay, no one can remember everyone in the city.

   But if you want to enter the church area, people will check it a little bit, but it will be bad if you don't find this person.

   Therefore, Mo Poor chose a suitable girl, hypnotized her away, and then changed her appearance through the plastic surgery room to become her.

  In this way, he is a person with an ID card, relatives, and files, and many people know him.

   "Is this the child?" A man wearing a dark gray robe came out. His clothes were different from the simplicity of citizens, but full of religious style.

   Dorothy said excitedly: "Bishop Feibo, my child Helen, she is extremely devout!"

  The bishop named Fei Bo smiled warmly, touched the top of Mo Poor's head and said, "Are you only nine years old?"

  Mo Poor raised his head and said, "I am willing to dedicate everything to the great Mother Goddess."

  Her expression was extremely holy, her eyes trembled slightly, reddened, as if she was bleeding.

  Everyone sighed, good boy, so pious and lovely.

  They didn't know that Mo Poor's stigmata had an attack, and his eyes were bleeding.

  No one can grasp the timing of the onset of the stigmata. Sometimes it stops bleeding on its own, and sometimes it flares up again.

  It has to be said that the Church of Gaia is very likely to know that the stigmata are the effect of the containment. Once the other party realizes that Mo Poor has stigmata, he may be exposed.

   It is obviously not safe to bet that the other party does not know the stigmata, or that the stigmata are caused by the contained objects, and the fault tolerance rate is too low.

  So when Mo Poor felt the pain, he immediately controlled the eye muscles and nerves, spewed out tears quickly, and let the blood and tears gush out.

   However, no one saw it.

  Because the moment the tears flowed, I disappeared.

  Falling point, in another world.

   This is probably an operation that only Mo Poor can do. His stigmata happen to be in the shape of blood and tears, without wounds. It is different from Wu Yunmo, Lord Gou and others.

  In addition, only Mo Poor can shoot to another world the moment blood spurts out.

  So at this moment, his tear glands are like the flamethrower that set fire to another world.

  The flames disappeared at the nozzle, as if a transparent portal was blocked at the nozzle.

  The same is true for blood, which disappears the moment it is sprayed out of the lacrimal gland.

  The crowd could only see that the corners of Helen's eyes were red, as if her eyes were about to burst into tears, but the blood didn't really spurt.

   Not only can it not be seen that it is a stigmata, but it also makes people feel that this child is very excited and pious.

  His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to dedicate his life in his eyes.

   "Good boy, come with me." Feibo smiled, took Mo Poor's little hand, and led her into the mission area.

  The stigmata recurred from time to time, and soon subsided. Mo Poor rubbed his eyes, and began to focus on the internal intelligence of the church district.

  The church area is completely full of temples, temples and monasteries.

   Along the way, Mo Poor looked around, recorded the route and the location of various buildings, and then sent it to Lord Gou and others to draw a deployment map.

   "There are guards at every intersection here, remember these sentry points!"

   "Tsk tsk, dressed like a Templar, but with an automatic rifle..."

   "Huh? The gun doesn't look right, they designed it themselves. Zoom in on the picture!"

   "Ah! There is a picture of the **** of air conditioning inside the muzzle! There is also a picture of the **** of electric lights on the aiming lens!"

  They soon discovered that the church district was full of weapons of faith, not just guns.

  The walls, gates, and stone pillars are all embossed with statues of gods, and the entire church area is filled with the activation medium of this false **** power.

   "Archbishop, this is the newly promoted pastor Miaozi, Helen. Her piety is three thousand!" Fei Bo led Mo Poor to a side hall that looked like an operating room, and said respectfully.

  An old man in a golden robe in the temple seemed to have been notified in advance, and was supported by two female priests to sit on a chair.

  The old man’s eyes were hollowed out, and he looked very terrifying. He wore an iron crown on his head. The center of the crown was not a jewel, but a living eyeball.

   "Helen, take off your clothes." Fibo said, opened the cabinet next to him, and took out a set of dissection tools.

   "???" Mo Poor took off his clothes with a defenseless look, but he was very strange inside.

  He glanced at the crown on the archbishop's head, which was obviously a containment object.

  Then, I heard the old man say: "Good boy, show your heart to God."

  …

   p.s: Sorry. Tomorrow is also the third watch. I was sick two days ago, and I feel better today. He vomited whatever he ate, feeling his body was being hollowed out.

  (end of this chapter)