The next day, the small shop that was emptied yesterday is full of goods today. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Zhang Hanming and the fat man were busy until the evening, and they were all sorted out.

Zhang Hanming and the fat man closed the store early, and the two drove to Zhang Hanming's restaurant and had a beautiful dinner. Zhang Hanming said hello to the fat man, found a corner where no one was, turned into Pete's appearance, and came to the villa of the Land Temple.

He walked down the stairs and found that the living room was empty today, which was very rare. Suddenly he remembered... Yesterday, the sacrifices were burned, and the ghosts all went to fight the local tyrants and divide the fields!

Zhang Hanming walked out of the villa and looked at the bustling courtyard. The yard is now a vegetable market, moving things, arguing, watching the excitement, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, lazily ignored, and returned to the upstairs bedroom.

After returning to the bedroom, he felt that there should be a while for the ghosts to divide things, and it just so happened that he didn't go to receive the letter yesterday, so Zhang Hanming teleported to Church Avenue first to receive the letter.

When he returned to the bedroom, Zhang Hanming heard a commotion coming from downstairs. He came to the staircase on the second floor, and with a wave of his hand, it rained in the living room downstairs. The ghosts, who were having a lot of fun, saw the letters falling from the sky, and they knew that work was coming.

Zhang Hanming called Liang Dazhui and Aduma to the second floor.

Seeing that everyone was seated, Zhang Hanming asked Liang Dazhui, "How is the arrangement of the inspection?" I guess the Dementor is not a good man and a woman, and he will definitely come to take revenge. ”

Liang Dazhui said respectfully: "Don't worry, Pete, I have already arranged it." There were a total of 200 old ghosts, five ghosts and a squad, taking turns to patrol in shifts, and at any time in the night, there were ten squads patrolling at Barstow. If it dares to come, we will find out. In addition, the old ghosts who participate in the patrol have the right to give priority to the distribution of sacrifices. There are those who don't work hard, and there are a lot of old ghosts that can be replaced. ”

As soon as Liang Dahammer finished speaking, Aduma quickly continued: "Mr. Pitt." You can rest assured that the ghosts of Barstow are very hostile to dementors, and they often came to Barstow to plague ghosts before the temple appeared. ”

Zhang Hanming nodded with satisfaction: "How are you distributing the sacrifices now?" Are there any rules? ”

Liang Dazhui responded: "Yes, we set the charter a few days ago. The ghosts who work for the Land Temple, all have priority assigned. For example, taking out the banknotes in the letter, participating in the inspection, delivering the letter, guarding the place of mail, etc... Among them, the risk of participating in the inspection is the highest, and the priority is higher, and so on. Ninety-nine percent of the assigned work is now old ghosts, and ordinary ghosts are useless, and it is difficult to get a bill. However, new ghosts usually have family members who are still there, and their families will burn sacrifices for them, so they don't have any objections, but... Even if there is an objection, it doesn't matter. ”

Zhang Hanming listened to their report on some trivial matters, and announced the adjournment of the meeting after the disaster. However, Liang Dazhui, Lao Hei, and Liu Kuan did not leave, and waited for the foreign ghosts to leave. Zhang Hanming opened his mouth and asked, "Where is the church cemetery?" Is there anything unusual? ”

When Liu Kuan heard this, he quickly replied: "Han Ming." We received information that the head of the church had gone to Los Angeles a few days ago and had heard that he was going to invite the Knights Templar. ”

"The Knights Templar? Do you know what kind of organization this is? ”

Liu Kuan nodded slightly and said, "I understand a little." The Knights Templar was a powerful military organization under the command of the Pope, but it was disbanded by order of the Pope hundreds of years ago. Among them were a group of priests who were attached to the army, who were said to have the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods. I guess they still have some strength preserved, and I don't know much about the specifics. It is estimated that only high-ranking priests can know a little bit of detail. ”

Zhang Hanming nodded, thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't matter what organization they are." Arrange for someone to keep an eye on them, and let me know as soon as the head of the church comes back, or if there is anything unusual in the church. ”

Li Kuan quickly responded: "Okay." ”

"How's that female ghost?"

Liang Dazhui replied: "After encountering the dementor, it has become more normal, and I arranged for an old ghost to watch her, it should be fine." ”

At this time, downstairs, which was still quiet just now, there was a noise again, Zhang Hanming knew that the banknotes had been sorted, he stood up and said, "Okay, that's it for today." ”

"Hamming, wait." Liu Kuan said suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"Yes, there are many letters sent and sent that cannot find the recipients, and the ones that cannot be found in the yang world are kept by the management team, and those that cannot be found in the underworld are with me. The Yang Management Group has sent a letter to inquire, and I asked them to keep it temporarily, and I will talk about it later. I have also put it in order and put it away in Hades, but I have two letters addressed to the god of the land. Shall I give it to you? ”

Zhang Hanming was slightly stunned: "Okay." Give me. ”

Zhang Hanming walked downstairs, put away the sorted banknotes, and went back upstairs to put the sorted dollars in the bedroom. He carried the letters to the basement and burned them in a large iron oil drum. He doesn't need to worry about the rest, Liu Kuan will arrange for the delivery of letters.

Zhang Hanming returned to the bedroom, took out the two letters that Liu Kuan had just given, and looked at the cover "Dear God Receive". Zhang Hanming shook his head and smiled, then pulled out the letter inside and read it. The handwriting is very immature, it should have been written by a child.

Dear God,

I know you're busy, thank you for reading my letter, I'm very, very happy! My name is Mothea and I am 12 years old. I am a girl who lives most of my life in the hospital and I suffer from brittle bones. Can you give me a little bit of a miracle? I hope to be able to walk, run, and hold my favorite mom like any other normal child!

I'm a lucky girl because I have one of the best moms in the world! Because I couldn't move around, my mom became my hands and feet, and she had to take care of me all the time.

Every morning, my mother would take me to the park in a wheelchair and listen to the birds' songs. During the day, my mother would tell me many, many interesting stories before bedside. In the evening, she would push me to watch the beautiful sunset.

Maybe you don't believe it, I've grown so big that I haven't even run. Every time my mom took me for a walk, I wanted to run once, but I didn't want my mom to worry and get angry.

I knew your name when I was very young! My mom would always pray at my bedside, "Oh God... Please let my child get back to health soon! ”

Later, I asked my mother, "What is God?" "My mother told me that God is an all-powerful God who can grant all the wishes I have made. That night, I secretly made two wishes in bed. Forgive me for my greed!

The first wish was that I wanted to see my dad once, and I would do it once. The second is that I want to run all the way from church to my house.

I repeat these two wishes every night, starting on my 8th birthday. It's a pity that until not so long ago, I couldn't wait for a miracle. I asked my mother, doesn't God love me? Mom told me that God loves everyone, maybe God is too busy. Because there are many, many people in the world who need you more than I do.

Not long ago, my mother suddenly cried and told me that she said that God had appeared to me and that she had received a letter from her father from heaven. Dad told us in the letter that he was living well in another world and didn't need our worries. Dad said to me, be strong and never give up. I still haven't been able to see my dad, but he told me that he often comes to see me! I am very happy that my first wish has come true.

Dear God, can I be greedy at once? Because I found out that my mom is slowly getting old, and when she gets old one day, not only will she have no one to take care of her, but she will need to take care of me! Can I beg you to grant me health? I want to take care of my mom instead of my dad.

I wrote to you secretly because my mother wouldn't let me write to you. He said you're busy, we've got a letter from Dad, and we can't bother you.

However, I still couldn't resist writing this letter. The kind sister Liz lent me twenty dollars and helped me send the letter to you. Finally, I wish you good health and success in your work!

Your child Mosia.

Zhang Hanming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pulled the letter tightly in his hand, and looked out the window blankly. After a long time, he slowly calmed down, and pulled out another letter.

Dear God,

I don't know if you'll be able to see the letter! I'd love to ask you, are you really fair and just?

You gave me life, but why only 18 years? Do you know how I feel right now? Did you know that I pretend to smile at my family every day?

I lay weak in my hospital bed, waiting for death. They thought I didn't know anything! I'm not a kid and I know I'm running out of time! But I really don't want to leave my family, my friends. Every time I found my mother crying secretly, my heart was like a knife. Although cancer makes me very painful, it is not as painful as closing my eyes every day, worrying that I will not be able to see my family, the pain I can't describe, every eye may be the last!

I had planned suicide, and if I hadn't received a letter from my grandfather from Heaven, I would have gone to hell! Whenever I see the news of someone committing suicide on TV, I can't help but want to ask you. Why do some people waste their lives wantonly, while others need to fight against death with no chance of winning! How I wish those who don't know how to cherish can give me some of the lives they don't care about!

Dear God, you have not been fair to me at all. But knowing your existence, I will live strong until the day I die. Not for you, but for my grandfather to go to heaven with me!

May you be a god of justice.

(Looking at the comments, thank you for your valuable comments.) My friend of school age read it very carefully, and he will explain it when he writes about the plot of the protagonist's return to China, which is related to becoming a land god. There is really no way to solve the problem of the Holy Mother and, because the protagonist is to replace the Holy Father, the Holy Mother and the Holy Son. God is gone, and the land should be established! Ask for recommendation and support, thank you! ）