A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

This time, Sheng Zhiyu appeared in an old car, which was driving on a slightly bumpy road.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a very high nose and deep eyes. He seemed to be from the southern part of the European and French continent.

She looked at herself again. She was wearing a simple sky blue lace dress and did not look like the daughter of a wealthy family.

Just when I was about to test the waters, the middle-aged man spoke. It must be that the system had changed the language of the European and French continents to one. The man spoke fluent English:

"Ms. Yu Yu, don't be nervous. Our lady has already informed the church. No one will recognize that you are not a lady of the Greco family. As for the money, it has already been transferred to your mother and brother's account."

Sheng Zhiyu simply replied "OK" and sorted out the information in his mind.

She should have been sent to the church to replace the young lady of the Greco family.

The Greco family should be a big family. The young lady of their family was sent to the church. Most likely, she had committed a crime. The Greco family could not bear to see their daughter suffer in the church, so they switched the baby and sent a scapegoat.

But the system just gave a hint that this church might be the place to complete the task.

I don’t know how long we drove before the car drove into the mountains, as if it was far away from this world.

A huge dome-shaped church gradually emerged not far away. The whole church was bluish-gray in color and looked lifeless.

The middle-aged man parked the car in front of the church. There were already several old nuns wearing black nun uniforms and wrapping themselves tightly waiting there.

The middle-aged man got out of the car and started talking to the old nun.

The old nun also cast a probing look into the car.

Sheng Zhiyu pricked up his ears and listened carefully in the car.

Middle-aged man: "I have already sent the person to you. I hope you can keep your promise."

The old nun said: "Please rest assured, madam, we will take good care of Miss Greco."

Middle-aged man: "Since we are all here, we are all believers of God. There is no need to treat us differently. Just do as you wish. As for the thing you promised us..."

Old nun: "I understand."

After the middle-aged man finished his instructions, he opened the car door and let Sheng Zhiyu get out.

Sheng Zhiyu walked to the side of the old nun readily, looking very obedient.

Several old nuns looked at Sheng Zhiyu with shining eyes and nodded repeatedly.

The middle-aged man said a few more simple words, drove away in his old car, and didn't even enter the church.

The leading old nun said, “Miss Greco, Leah will take you to the nuns’ dormitory, which has four people in a room.

Here we all have to wear nun uniforms, and we are not allowed to go out or go to the male monks' area. We must remember that if we break the rules, God will punish us."

Sheng Zhiyu nodded in agreement, but rolled his eyes in his heart.

She doesn't believe in God.

The old nun named Leah had a long face and a pointed nose. She led Sheng Zhiyu across the church square and through the dark corridor with an expressionless face.

Sheng Zhiyu looked around and found that although the church looked gloomy and shabby on the outside, it was very luxurious inside.

The tall dome, the magnificent picture of the Virgin and Child, the intricate and magnificent reliefs, the exquisite and gorgeous stained glass...

Finally we arrived at the nuns' dormitory. Although it was not very luxurious, it was acceptable.

But when I arrived at the door of dormitory 402, I heard noise from inside.

Leah frowned and muttered, "It must be that careless little hoof of Area who is causing trouble again."

After saying that, she pushed open the door and saw an old nun holding a ruler and trying to hit a red-haired girl on the palm.

But the red-haired girl was not someone to be trifled with. She glared at the old nun with her hands on her hips, speaking in awkward English: "I don't think my hands are dirty. My nails can't be any shorter. If they are any shorter, they will cut into my flesh. Don't go too far, old woman!"

Sheng Zhiyu looked at Xiang Junyao with big wavy dark brown hair next to her, then looked at Ruan Lu with red hair, and thought to himself that it was indeed the case.

Seeing Sheng Zhiyu, Ruan Lu rushed over happily: "Sheng Zhiyu, I finally waited for you!"

The old nun's cheek muscles twitched: "Be quiet, how disgraceful!"

Ruan Lu wanted to say something, but Sheng Zhiyu stopped her with a look.