World Occult User Guide

The guest invited Lin An on board his boat, showing off the host's style.

It turned out to be his private yacht.

The guest humbly introduced Lin An, saying that his name was David O'Connor, who came from the Kiwi country. He joined an immigrant brotherhood in college and came into contact with the "Pentecostal Church." After graduation, he felt that his family was too boring. So I came to Nanzhou to promote the sect.

Pentecostalism is a type of Protestant religion sometimes referred to as One Godhead or Modal Godhead Unitarianism.

This doctrine holds that there is only one God, without distinction of persons, who manifests Himself in many ways, including Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

In this way, new believers can concentrate on learning the core doctrines of the Redeemer Church without having to know too much about saints, popes, the gospel, etc.

In addition, Pentecostalism has another obvious feature, which is that “speaking in tongues is evidence of spiritual baptism.”

They believed that scripture was not limited to Latin or Hebrew, but could be in any language from around the world, even dialects without writing.

Therefore, even though Pentecostalism is a new sect that developed in the 19th century, it has spread in many non-Western countries by virtue of its accessibility.

David told Lin An that the full name of Nanzhou Pentecostal Church is "World Pentecostal Holy Grace Organization". It is a group of charitable foundations invested by wealthy people from Kangaroo Country and Kiwi Country on the other side of the ocean.

Rather than preaching or baptizing, pastors' usual work is mainly to distribute supplies, food and clothes, help local people fight for their rights, negotiate with unreasonable warlords or governments, and sometimes provide shelter, but will not participate in armed battles.

While chatting with him, Lin An scanned the entire ship using [God's One Eye] and open mode. No trace of the mysterious person was found, but he saw a lot of ordinary people staring at question marks.

As he passed by them, Lin An caught a glimpse of the black, totem-like lines painted on these people's faces, and their skin was burnt yellow, and he knew it in his heart.

Maori.

Spotting Lin An's gaze, David scratched his head.

"They are good at sailing, or hunting and fishing. My father asked them to be my bodyguards, but I still consider them brothers."

"Your family seems to be very rich." Lin An said casually, "What are you doing in Kiwi Country?"

"Real estate development." David waved his hand, "Not much, only about 50 million dollars a year in pocket money."

Good guy, I met a silly son of a landlord on the way.

Lin An obtained David's contact information and planned to try to get in touch with him after returning to reality.

David spoke enthusiastically: "Why are you going to Kinshasa? You don't have any trading goods with you - are you going to visit relatives?"

"Meet the president." Lin An said bluntly.

"What are you looking for him for?"

"See you first. I'll tell you my next move when we meet next time."

When the time fragment goes through seven days of reincarnation, the people inside will not have any memory.

In the second cycle, Lin An discovered David's boat that briefly docked, and in the third cycle, he asked for information about David's willingness to take him to Kinshasa, but at that time, this guy had to charge 20 Yule. Ferry tickets.

After communicating with the hotel owner, David, who knew his mistakes and was able to correct them, actually waived the boat ticket.

David was a little confused, but he was not a complete personality in the time fragments. He followed Lin An's words and said: "Be careful, Tshisekedi Kumasi is a willful giant baby. He is violent by nature, loves to show off, and is very greedy." .”

"Greed..." Lin An pondered.

"I say this not only because of his persecution of Pentecostal believers, but also because of the fact that various international organizations have unanimously recognized it."

"No one ever boycotted him?"

"Well, Tshisekedi is a master at giving red envelopes. I have a friend who is a journalist, and when she was doing an interview, the president gave her an extra white envelope. 'Here's your travel expenses,'" the president said. Ten hundred-dollar bills.”

“Another lawyer friend who dealt with him regularly told me that Tshisekedi had a booklet with names, with a series of arrows, grids and asterisks next to each name. It was a salary sheet where he recorded gray income. .”

"If the people on the list do their job well, the president will give you a salary increase of several thousand dollars; if you do not perform well, you will go bankrupt. This will give him more room to rule, weaken the system's functions, and make officials Directly dependent on the president himself.”

Lin An listened intently to David's lucid analysis.

In addition to managing the country, this booklet may also record some information about the [Seven Sins Demon Lord].

"What's more." David changed the topic, "In public opinion in Western Continent, southern Middle Continent and northern South Continent, Tshisekedi's reputation is very good! Although we on the other side of the ocean know that his only advantages are that he is not lewd, He is very dedicated to his wife.”

These three places are the territory of [Black City], and the influence of its membership system is evident.

"My suggestion is, don't go to the president, just pack your bags and go back to Kigani with me." David extended an olive branch.

"Why don't you stay in Bantu." Lin An smiled meaningfully, "To be honest, I am also running a non-profit organization and I am missing an angel investor."

David shrugged noncommittally.

Three days later, David's ship was moored on the banks of the Kuba River, alongside a collection of rusting barges.

There were people standing on the boat and on the shore, pushing and rubbing each other, shouting and screaming. The messy scene made people's ears ring and dazzled their eyes. The bright clothes and black skin were in sharp contrast, and it looked like a post-modern painting. I don't know what is called oil painting.

Without saying goodbye to David, Lin An silently jumped off the boat.

There are many black car drivers parked at the port. They enthusiastically lean out of their car windows to solicit business.

Seeing Lin An coming, they waved their hands and greeted each other in French, dialect and English. Some even spoke Chinese, with flattering looks on their faces.

Lin An casually got into a black car and said, "Drive to the Presidential Palace."

"okay."

Sitting in the back seat that smelled heavily of cigarette smoke, he held his chin and looked out the window. Kinshasa, the Bantu capital, is the third largest city in South Africa and one of the top 20 largest cities in the world, but it looks like an oversized village.

The city is crowded, chaotic, and violent. From the port to the city center is a stretch of shantytowns filled with garbage. Densely packed illegal buildings continue to expand east to south, like bruises and abscesses on the skin of the earth.

There is no postal service, no public transportation, and everyone has to grow a pair of dancer's legs.

It was clearly daytime, and the streets were crowded with people without formal jobs, men, women, and children, carrying cassava flour or hawking aphrodisiacs, cigarettes, nail polish and other products along the bustling streets.

The few parks are occupied by vendors and missionaries during the day and become shelters for the homeless at night.

Garbage accumulates in open sewers and is piled haphazardly on the roadside, left to rot and mixed with animal feces, filling the air with a pungent smell.

The once "Beautiful City Kin la Belle" has turned into the "Garbage City Kin la Pouhelle" after more than a hundred years of war and division.

After driving for half an hour, everything around him became clean and tidy. The driver told Lin An that ahead were Ngaliema District and Gombe District, the city center of Kinshasa.

The wealthy raised a wall to encircle the two neighborhoods to protect this remaining privileged area and prevent the poor from the shantytowns from entering.

"No, look there."

The driver pointed to a thirty-meter-tall giant statue standing in front of him. He raised his fingers and looked up.

"That is the statue of our president." The driver introduced. "The meaning of this gesture is that he is majestically and kindly pointing out the route he has set for this country to the lost people, while his eyes are looking towards the dazzling s future."

Lin An stuck his head out of the window and looked into the distance.

Under the huge statue, primary school students in blue and white uniforms were visiting and chatting, unaffected by the loaded and ill-tempered Presidential Guards.

An amiable tour guide held a loudspeaker and chattered endlessly, seeming to be praising the president's profound righteousness.

Vaguely, Lin An heard the words "election" and "voting".

“There once stood a statue of King Leopold II, the Flemish king who held the Bantu as private property for 23 years. The founding president tore it down and Tshisekedi built his own statue ." the driver introduced.

"I see."

Lin Anxin said something perfunctory, secretly activated the [Golden Hen] in "Aladdin's Magic Lamp II: The Black Little Hen", and said silently in his heart.

"Help me find the figure for the statue. Help me find Tshisekedi Kumasi."

The energy transformed into a strutting black little hen, which clucked, flapped its short wings and flew out of the black car, galloping forward on the flat boulevard.

"Boss, this road leads to the Presidential Palace. It is located behind the Capitol Building assisted by Longguo." The driver turned his head cheerfully, "I can't drive forward, otherwise I will be shot dead easily. A total of 200,000 Franc, how can I support people?"

There was no one in the back seat, and Lin An had already used the invisibility of [Ghost Deer] to escape.

The [Philosopher's Stone] rotated, and the air current lifted him up, following the direction of the black pullet through the rich area that was as gorgeous, leisurely, and bright as Beverly Hills, until a flat and spacious road appeared.

"Crash!"

Lin An avoided the beautiful fountain and came to the Presidential Palace.

A private garden with arches comes into view, filled with delicate flowers and large palm trees.

The sounds of animals, especially the roar of tigers, came from the president's private zoo.

Across the front yard, a magnificent building rises from the ground. It is more gorgeous than the Lambridge Hotel. It has the same neo-Romanesque decoration style as the pharmacy. It covers an area dozens of times larger than the latter, and uses None of the bricks have cracks and are in brand new condition.

Lin An swooped down and picked up the black pullet with both hands.

The presidential palace covers an area similar to the coverage area of ​​[God's One Eye], and Lin An quickly located a place emitting strong radiation.

Unsurprisingly, this person is the "chief" of the "Four Living Gods" and the current Bantu President - Tshisekedi.

Lin An found a hidden corner of the half-arch window on the second floor and hid in it quietly.

"Mr. President, there is new news from Mbambuka. The group of terrorists who call themselves [World Tree] is quite difficult to deal with. Local officials are no match for them. We are requesting support from the capital army."

"I don't think we need to worry about these nonsense. The Lambridge Hotel is the private property of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce. The only problem is taxes, as long as they are willing to pay our 28 taxes."

"I remember it was 25, and three more were added?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I have to send someone to negotiate with this group of bandits who dominate the mountain."

In Lin An's field of vision, the legendary President Tshisekedi Kumasi walked towards him surrounded by a group of cronies.

Not as expected, the president has a well-proportioned figure, wearing a golden leopard-print uniform, a belt, a sword, tasseled epaulettes, a white flat-top military cap, a pair of glasses, and a small mustache.

"No problem, keep it on me."

He repeated the same words to each of his confidants, with a confident smile in the shape of a triangle, with the corners of his mouth always turned up, full of infectious energy.

Lin An stood on the side of the flower bed, watching his figure go away until he disappeared. Just when he was about to sneak into the presidential palace and look for the "booklet" David mentioned, he suddenly heard an unusual sound coming from somewhere. sound.

"Hiss, hiss... hiss..."

[God's One Eye] turned, Lin An looked at the black shadow behind a semi-elliptical window of the white building and disappeared.

He immediately entered the venting mode, but found no trace of the mysterious person.

Strangely, I had clearly caught a trace of energy fluctuations from "Comes" before.

Is the president really the "war emperor"? And that thing was one of the puppets he made?

This doesn't bode well.

But the next moment, something even more ominous happened.

"Da da da."

The sound of footsteps came, and the leopard-print president suddenly left and came back, and walked directly towards Lin An, with a bright smile that was so exaggerated that it was unreal.

Found...

Lin An's intuition told Lin An that the president's strange behavior was probably related to the fleeting energy fluctuation just now.

Since there was no way to escape, he exited [God's One Eye] and jumped from the second floor window.

"Hello."

Suddenly seeing such a stranger standing in his garden, the president was not nervous at all, unlike his panicked confidants, but instead extended his hand to show friendship.

"Thank you for your special visit. It's an honor to meet you. What should I call you?"