Walk through the atrium and enter through the small door next to it, which is a small courtyard inside.

This is a style unique to Chinese architecture.

But this small building was converted into a church, and the contrast and conflict between Chinese and Western styles are stark.

No matter how hard the designer tries his best, the unity and mix of Chinese and Western styles are formed on the surface, but there are some things that can never be integrated.

For example, in this small courtyard, the sky light falls from the flying rafters at the four corners, but in the center of the courtyard stands a marble statue.

It was a ragged man, arms raised and a cross in his hand, looking at the place where the sun was rising in the east.

Father Peter turned abruptly and looked at them with blazing eyes.

"Tom is a good boy, and I believe in his piety, even though his heart is not hard enough. Peter stared at the cross in Li Muchen's hand and said.

"What about the girl you kidnapped?" asked Li Muchen.

Father Peter did not answer, but looked at Yang Hanyue: "I know you, Tom told me that he wants to introduce you to join us." But you betrayed him!"

"No!" Yang Hanyue said loudly, "He's going to kill me!"

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"He doesn't believe you're right. Father Peter said lightly, "Your heart is full of darkness, and the sun cannot shine into your soul!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hand them over, or I'll kill you. Li Muchen said.

Father Peter looked at him again, "I know, you are the wizard of the East that Tom said you were. You made the amulet on that girl, right? I have to admit that your magic weapon is very delicate and effective. But you have too many things to do, and God won't like you. Only a devout and dedicated belief in God can attain true divine power. And you, make a deal with the devil and gain the power of the devil. That's why we're coming to the East to preach. The sun rises in the east, and we cannot allow the lands of the east and the people of the east to live in the shadow of the devil. ”

Li Muchen frowned when he heard this. You can't refute this set of arguments, and if you do, you fall into the trap of others, and the argument will never end.

Sectarian disputes have also occurred in China. But in the end, we chose tolerance, so that the Chinese civilization can continue to this day.

Huaxia Xuanmen is still full of flowers, and hundreds of schools of thought are contending.

"Hmph, nonsense, look for death!"

Li Muchen waved his hand, and a streamer shot towards Peter.

The sun on the cross on Peter's chest suddenly lit up and emitted a dazzling white light.

The streamer fell into the white light and vanished.

Peter laughed very proudly: "How can the magic of witches defeat the true divine power!"

With that, put your hands together and make a gesture of hugging.

The light on the cross was even more intense, almost drowning Peter in it.

Looking at it from Yang Hanyue's perspective, it was no longer possible to see Peter's appearance clearly, only a figure in the white light, as if God was coming from the light.

Peter put both hands in the middle and one hand, and a bright pillar of light shot towards Li Muchen.

Li Muchen sneered, and drew a circle in front of him with his left hand.

A Tai Chi pattern flashed in the air.

The pillar of light hit the Taiji diagram and spread out violently.

The courtyard is lit up with a colorful field, as if fireworks are being set off.

Almost at the same time, Li Muchen's fingers gently hooked back.

In the white light that enveloped Peter, a little golden stray light appeared.

Then the little bit of golden light burst violently, flew out of the white light, circled in the air, and hovered over the statue in the center of the courtyard.

The golden light was slender and long, just like a handleless flying sword.

Peter unconsciously clutched his chest, and a sharp pain made his body shake.

The white light also flickered a few times, and it seemed to be a little dimmer than just now.

"I can't even stop a golden needle, and I can't call it any divine power, I think your god is average, and it is not as good as the mud bodhisattva in rural China. Li Muchen sneered.

Peter ripped off the cross from his chest, raised it above his head, and shouted to the sun, "God, give me strength!"

The aura on the cross suddenly shone brighter, shining even brighter than before.

A white light shot out from the cross, more condensed and thicker than the light just now.

Li Muchen concocted the same method and drew a circle in front of him again.

The white light collided on the Taiji diagram and held each other.

Peter's hand holding the cross trembled.

The energy is constantly being sent.

And Li Muchen's left palm is facing forward, and the Taiji diagram is like a shield, always blocking in front of him.

"Hmph, don't cry if you don't see the coffin!"

He snorted and waved his right hand.

The golden needle hovering above the statue turned into a sword light, galloping down, stabbing diagonally into the white light that enveloped Peter.

The statue and Peter's raised arm were severed by the sword light almost at the same time.

The white light suddenly went out.

Blood Splatter.

Both crosses fell to the ground at the same time.

Peter looked at his severed arm in disbelief, a look of horror on his face.

"Who the hell are you?" he raised his head and looked at Li Muchen.

"You don't need to know who I am, just know that I'm from Huaxia. ”

"Chinese people......" Peter laughed, "the light of the sun will eventually shine on China!"

Li Muchen sneered: "Huaxia has its own sun, and it doesn't need that little light of fireflies on your cross." ”

He knew that it was useless to talk too much, and it was impossible for this kind of brainwashed person to take the initiative to release people.

Then he took out the golden needle, and with a bang, pierced Peter with several stitches in succession.

Peter trembled as if he had been bitten by a snake.

There was a pained expression on his face, his muscles were shaking, and the corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth.

"Say, where are those girls?" asked Li Muchen.

Peter endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

"Don't say yes?"

Li Muchen sneered, grabbed it with both hands, and grabbed a large handful of needles in each hand.

When Peter saw this, his eyes were terrified, but he would not speak.

Li Muchen's hand shook, and more than a dozen needles pierced Peter's body.

The golden needle crack is even more powerful than the wrong muscles.

The person who was pricked, up and down his body, was like ten thousand ants devouring his heart, and that kind of pain was not at all something that people could bear.

As the number of stitches increases, so does the pain.

Peter finally couldn't take it anymore, and said with trembling lips, "I said, I said, right in the back basement, I'll take you there." ”

Li Muchen stepped forward, removed the needle from Peter's body, and clicked on his wound a few times to stop the bleeding.

Peter got up from the ground in disarray, glanced at the cross that had fallen on the ground, and tried to pick it up, but when he saw his broken arm, he finally gave up.

He staggered ahead to lead the way, pushed open a door on the left side of the courtyard, and entered.

Li Muchen followed in.

Yang Hanyue was originally scared and didn't want to go in, but when she saw the severed hands and bloodstains in the yard, she was even more scared.

So he followed.

Inside is a dark hut, and the outside is like two worlds.

Peter lit a candle, opened the small door in the corner of the hut, and entered.

Inside, there were steps downward, unlit, lit by the candle in Peter's hand.

The light of the candle pulled Peter's body into a long shadow on the side wall.