Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

The show got stuck at such a critical point with a black screen, the dramatic effect was at its maximum. Someone shook Ying Zixi anxiously and said:

"Sister Xi, Sister Xi!!! Is there any more live broadcasts?!!"

Ying Zixi said speechlessly: "That's a live broadcast ball, not a magic weapon. No matter how many you throw in, you can't survive in the sea of ​​fire."

"Oh my god! The Holy Lord jumped off a cliff! We just wanted to watch him go through the trials, not let him commit suicide!!!"

"Could it be that we pushed him too hard and he suddenly lost his mind and went crazy again?"

"Why do you say [again]?"

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you just clear the level and do this?"

Everyone was anxious. Ying Zixi put her hands on the back of the chair, raised her head and closed her eyes to rest: "Wait, maybe she will come out in a while."

"What are you waiting for?"

A familiar discordant voice came from the crowd:

"Jiang Yuan will definitely die if he jumps into the sea of ​​fire from such a high place."

"Yes, he has such a heavy sin on his back. He will definitely be buried in the molten iron and burned to ashes."

"Rest in peace, Holy Lord."

"Will not."

Qiu Ci calmly refuted these people:

"The Holy Lord will not jump off the cliff unless he is absolutely sure. He is the destined Son of God and the Savior of the world. He will not go to his death."

Gu San walked up to Qiu Ci and advised, "Bishop, I think you have been blinded by his halo as the Son of God for too long and have lost your common sense. If you jump into a place like that, even the Sect Master himself will not survive."

These words were harsh and made Qiuci very unhappy. He just opened his mouth, but Gu San held his shoulders, stared into Qiuci's gray eyes, and said seriously:

"Believe in yourself, you can do it."

Qiuci wondered, "What can I do?"

"You can take over Jiang Yuan's position and lead us!" Gu San's eyes glowed with passion, and his expression became aggressive:

"I've wanted to tell you a long time ago. It was you who pulled me out of the strange cave, not Jiang Yuan. So the one I want to follow from beginning to end is only you. I came here to accept the trial, and it was all for you!"

The believer holding the wooden box also said, "San'er is right. Don't be stubborn anymore, Bishop. You have been blinded by the Son of God filter. It's time to wake up. He is not as noble as you think."

Others followed suit: "Even if he is noble, even if he is really the Son of God, so what? The only one we want to follow from beginning to end is you, only you. If not you, who would be willing to come in?"

"Jiang Yuan is just a nice gimmick."

absurd!

It's ridiculous!

How could I usurp the position of Holy Lord!

Qiu Ci was dizzy. Looking at these companions who had shared life and death with him and listening to their bewitching words, he suddenly felt an indescribable strangeness and fear, and opened his mouth and roared out an extremely harsh electronic sound.

““Enough, shut up!!!”””

The deafening explosion echoed throughout the Vatican, and this group of chattering pseudo-believers immediately shut up.

Ying Zixi, who had been watching the show with her arms folded for a long time, sneered:

"I knew that you guys all had bad intentions. The person isn't even dead yet, but you're already thinking about opening champagne to celebrate."

Gu San turned around and said sarcastically, "Sister Xi, don't act like you really believe in Jiang Yuan. You are the most outrageous person here."

The believer holding the wooden box also said, "San'er is right. You have been forming cliques, killing people and setting fires all day long. What good intentions do you have?"

"I'm not like you fakes."

The slender beauty stood up, walked to the front of the crowd, covered her heart, and said devoutly:

"I believe in the Holy Lord with all my heart, and this will never waver or change. After all, it was he who saved me from the sea of ​​suffering and freed me from the hands of that bastard couple."

When she got to this point, she changed the subject and continued:

"However, he is too soft-hearted and narrow-minded. He only wants to kill the evil god but does not want to punish other sinners!"

Since the other party had already revealed their cards, she was too lazy to pretend anymore and said bluntly:

"Such naivety is not suitable for the future situation, let alone leading the Holy See. If he is unwilling to be a mascot, then the best outcome... is to live forever in our hearts."

The implication is that this crazy woman's faith has not wavered.

But she thinks that the Dead River Wish is more convenient to believe in than the Living River Wish.

It's like some yandere fans who, in order to prevent their idols from falling out, will kill their idols with their own hands and continue to offer their corpses as a token of their love.

The people behind her were in awe of their leader's awareness, looked at him with new eyes, and flattered him:

"It makes sense, it makes sense!"

"Dead faith is much more useful than living faith!"

"As expected of Sister Xi! You are so enlightened!"

“Pah pah pah pah pah------”

It is even more heavyweight!

Only Qiu Ci was left, standing in the middle of a pile of fallacies and heresies, her eyes were dazed and she was so collapsed that the chip in her brain was about to short-circuit.

You are totally wrong. You are totally wrong.

Only then did he realize that he had let a bunch of monsters into the Vatican, none of whom was sincere.

This is me...

What a trouble this has caused the Lord...

The gray-haired man was filled with regret, shame and embarrassment. At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He was startled and immediately said:

"Shuangxi! Don't move!"

Ying Zixi: “?”

The arrogant woman tilted her head, but stopped halfway through the movement. Her wide-open pupils suddenly shrank, and she dared not make any more unnecessary movements.

"...!?"

A black bubble, half the size of a fist, floated in front of her and hovered on her forehead. In a moment, except for Qiu Ci, a black bubble appeared out of thin air in front of everyone's forehead.

Gu San frowned and subconsciously tried to use his modified palm to pat the bubble away.

“Don’t touch!!!”

Qiu Ci stopped him immediately and warned:

"This thing can pull your brains right out!"

It was so deadly that everyone was so frightened that they shut their mouths and dared not move. The whole church suddenly became quiet.

The holy candlelight burned quietly, and the sound of rain penetrated the stained glass, clearly hitting everyone's eardrums, getting louder and louder.

Under the Romanesque vault of the church, everyone seemed to have pressed the pause button, maintaining the funny postures of the previous moment, not daring to move.

The dark foam was as smooth as a mirror. Ying Zixi could see through its surface her wide-open eyes, the blackheads that had not been cleaned off, and the sudden dark shadow behind her.

“------------BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!!!----------”

Pale lightning tore through the rainy night, and everything lost its color. Unknowingly, a tall black shadow appeared at the church entrance, attracting everyone's attention.

They didn't dare to move and could only try their best to move their eyes to look over there.

A long-haired young man in an executive officer's uniform, holding a black umbrella, stood silently in the heavy rain, emitting an indescribable aura of solemnity.

Under the shadow of the inky black umbrella, a pair of gloomy purple eyes, revealing a cold light sharper than a mountain of knives, quietly swept across the circle of fake believers, as if looking at a group of corpses.

Finally, his eyes fixed on Bishop Qiu Ci.

“------------BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!!!----------”

Another bolt of thunder struck, piercing through the sky and earth, and the Gothic church suddenly became as bright as day.

Yu Du's expression was as cold as ice, and his silent voice sounded like an echo from the abyss.

I just heard him ask word by word:

"Qiu Ci, where is my master?"