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"Clap clap clap..."

From a corner of the church came the sound of continuous and crisp applause.

After a while, the arrogant woman withdrew her hand and showed a relieved expression. After carefully examining Xiang Xiang's red and swollen face, she said, "...You should thank me. Look at this little face, it's plump and rosy, much prettier than your dry face that looks like a ghost."

Xiang Xiang trembled, covered his face and said nothing.

The arrogant woman raised her eyebrows in displeasure, grabbed Xiang Xiang's ear with a fierce look and cursed: "Are you dumb? Thank me right now! Thank you! Thank you! I told you to thank me!"

Xiang Xiang bit her lips tightly and said nothing.

The arrogant woman's inner rage continued to rise, and the sharp nails of her hands dug into Xiang Xiang's flesh fiercely.

Feeling the trembling body under her hands, the arrogant woman finally felt some relief from the bottom of her heart, and said viciously: "Bitch, you are all bitches, damn bitches..."

After a long time, the arrogant woman finally let go. Glancing disdainfully at Xiang Xiang who was sitting on the ground in a ball, the woman gently brushed the scattered hair on her cheeks behind her ears and walked away with a smile as if nothing had happened.

The saint who had been hiding in the dark then came over.

"...Child, does it hurt?" The saint squatting in front of Xiang Xiang stretched out his delicate-skinned hands and pinched Xiang Xiang's cheeks fiercely.

"No, it doesn't hurt."

"Ah... yes, it doesn't hurt at all. Do you know why?" The saint leaned over to Xiang Xiang and whispered softly in Xiang Xiang's ear.

"Because, because of the glory of God..." Xiang Xiang murmured, his eyes full of desire, eagerness and fanaticism.

"Yes, you have obtained the light of God, and God will surely grant you power..." said the saint.

Jixiang, who suffered a low-level attack and suffered a work-related injury: “……!!!”

But please hurry up!

The third day of observation finally passed, and the poor tortured little boy Xiang Xiang successfully got the invitation to participate in the selection ceremony.

The election ceremony took place at night in the basement of the church.

The number of applicants for the monthly church service is 30, and the number of participants in the selection ceremony is not fixed, but this time there were 12 candidates who passed.

Xiang Xiang glanced at the crowd cautiously. They were either perverts or poor little guys. That arrogant woman was also there.

Jixiang remembered the woman's information. She was one of the current mistresses of the richest man on a certain mid-level star. No, to be more precise, the richest man on a certain mid-level star was one of her current sponsors. This woman achieved class leaps step by step by changing boyfriends. In just three years, she went from a low-level star to a top-ranked mid-level star.

According to the investigation, this woman has been in contact with the new target of the high-level star, and she is a woman who knows how to get rich. The reason why she has attracted their attention is that every boyfriend of this woman, that is, the sponsor, will join the sect under her influence or become an investor in the charity organization run by the sect.

This time, this arrogant woman actually brought her boyfriend into the church...

Therefore, after receiving the information that this woman participated in the selection ceremony, Jixiang was tasked with investigating the specific relationship between this woman and the church...

Don’t worry about this for now, the selection ceremony is finally about to begin!

The saint walked up to the platform wearing white clothes, with a relief sculpture on the theme of God's joy behind him.

"Offer joy to God!" said the saint, raising his hands high.

Taking this as a signal, four metal cages covered with black cloth were lowered from the ceiling.

As soon as the cage was lowered, a clergyman stepped forward and removed the black cloth...

The four cages contained naked and bloody women, men, children and the elderly.

Everyone exclaimed, some couldn't help but turn their heads away from the tragic scene, and some had strange lights flashing in their eyes...

The clergy looked at the crowd with cold eyes, as if they were looking at pigs and dogs.

Looking at the people with different expressions, the saint smiled and said, "This is practice, for the glory of God!"

The spiritual seas of the four people in the cage were on the verge of collapse, but when they heard the word "God", the bleak spiritual energy around them began to fluctuate, with fear, joy, and twisted and indescribable emotions. The spiritual energy was weak, chaotic and dim, as if covered by a layer of gray shadow...

The saint's gaze seemed to casually pass over Xiang Xiang, who was holding his breath and concentrating.

Then, he waved his hand, and the cage rose up and hung above everyone's head. The "dripping" sound of dripping blood reached everyone's ears like a drum in the silent space.

The breathing became heavier, and the spiritual energy that was scattered outside began to become agitated...

It seemed like something was fermenting in the darkness. Xiang Xiang felt an inexplicable desire for violence in his chest, and his heart sank...

A person subconsciously moved his feet, and the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor suddenly sounded, like a drop of water poured into hot oil.

The air was still for a moment, and then there was sudden chaos.

Screams, painful groans, shouts, twisted laughter, etc. suddenly broke out in the silent space! The cries of the weak infinitely boosted the arrogance of the strong. The crowd was unarmed but ruthless.

A farce of fratricide officially kicked off...

Xiang Xiang was so frightened by the sudden change that he fell to the ground, just avoiding an attack from someone.

The woman in the cage above her head suddenly made a "ho ho" sound, as if she was laughing. Blood dripped onto Xiang Xiang's face, and blood slid down her pale and thin cheeks.

Xiang subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it off. The blood was sticky and stained with the warmth of his skin...Xiang's eyes fluctuated violently, as if something was brewing in his heart.

"Offer joy to God, offer joy, joy..." Xiang Xiang murmured, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter...

The saint standing on the high platform and watching overlooking everything, this was just an appetizer.

Xiang Xiang stood up shakily and smiled shyly.

The people in the melee attacked each other without any rules. Xiang Xiang walked quickly towards a man who was grabbing a woman's hair and was about to smash her to the ground, and stepped on her...