Dense, neat and consistent, like carved out of a mold, even with the meaning of contempt and ridicule, it has doubled by hundreds and thousands.

Syllable!

Benedict closed the book in an electric shock, gasped for air, and collapsed in his chair, his handsome face covered with fine sweat, and his pale blue eyes filled with panic and horror.

Devil's tricks!

It must be a devil's trick!

As a church-trained pastor, Benedict showed great action, immediately picking up the book and throwing it into the burning fireplace without hesitation.

Looking at the pages curling and burning in the flames, Benedict let out a long sigh of relief and lay down on the chaise longue.

Close your eyes......

A series of golden (乛?乛) floated by......

I don't care about you!

I won't be fooled!

No!

Huo Ran opened his eyes, Benedict's heart screamed wildly, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a book shining on the desk again.

Demon!

Benedict stood up again resolutely, rushed forward in three steps and two steps, and picked up the book in his hand.

This time, I didn't even need to turn the page.

A huge golden yellow color (乛?乛) occupies the entire cover.

Burn!

Ruthlessly thrown into the fireplace again......

Then, the third book on the table began to glow.

Book 4......

Book 5......

Then the light on the entire table converges to form a levitating, three-dimensional, 360-degree statue of the Holy Spirit with no dead ends—with one (乛?乛).

In Benedict's eyes, there was no doubt that it was the evil scorn of the devil, which seemed to mock him. His unwavering faith in the Holy Spirit gave him an indescribable sense of shame.

"Demon, the flames will cleanse your ruse!"

As the books were thrown into the fireplace, the fire grew more and more intense, reflecting Benedict's sweaty, distorted face.

Until the east turned white, the warm sunlight poured in through the window, and the whole desk was empty, leaving only candles full of candles and tears. And in the fireplace, the black ash stack became a hill.

Benedict, who had fought the 'evil scorn of the devil' all night, had blue circles under his eyes, and his face, which was already very fair, turned pale.

However, a grin formed at the corner of his mouth.

The scorn vanished, and he succeeded in burning the devil's ruse. As for those books, they must be tainted with demonic breath, and burning them all is the best way.

Walking out the door, facing the warm sunshine, Benedict seemed to have a feeling of being reborn, and the fight against the devil not only did not make him afraid, but gave him an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

I came to the well in high spirits and fetched a basin of water, the cold well water will definitely be able to dispel the fatigue of the whole body and re-invigorate the spirit.

The moment a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his head to bow to the water, the whole person was petrified.

In the clay pot with faint ripples, a fair face was reflected, the eyes narrowed into a strange crescent shape, the eyeballs looked to the side, and the mouth, the corners of the mouth on both sides were even more terrifyingly pulled to the cheeks, forming a terrifying arc, with a contemptuous and demonic smile.

Fack!

Benedict's hair stood on end, and he rubbed his face frantically, and found that his facial features were in the same place, and he looked down again, and fixed his eyes—

Or (乛?乛).

With a bang, the clay pot was kicked and shattered by him, and the cool well water scattered and escaped. Benedict, who was standing in place, looked a little panicked, trembling and holding the Holy Spirit Cross with his hand: "Holy Lord, your faithful believers, sing praises to your majesty, your omnipotence, your faithfulness, your righteousness, and your loving providence. I once again appeal to the Lord to punish the devil and the enemy of the living......"

"Lord Pastor, Lord Pastor?"

The tenant farmer, who was in charge of the church's daily sprinkling, stood under a tree in the distance with a broom in his hand, and looked at Benedict praying with some strange eyes.

"Who's where?"

The sensitive Benedict was excited, and subconsciously turned his head to look.

Under the mottled shadow of the trees, there stood a thin tenant farmer, whose feet were piled up with swept yellow leaves, looking over with a broom, and his face, his eyes bent into crescents, his eyes turned to the side, and the corners of his mouth curled up......

(乛?乛)

Benedict gasped and kicked back several steps, his heart almost stopping.

"Lord Reverend?"

Behind him came a voice of concern, a fat peasant woman carrying a bucket and an apron, and a chubby face under the oily turban—eyes bent into crescents......

(乛?乛)

As if to make a silent mockery: "Surprised?"

"Oh my God!" Benedict tore at his hair frantically, and his face began to turn blue, and his whole body was cold, as if he had fallen naked into an ice cellar for thirty-nine days.

"Your Excellency?" the two tenant farmers apparently noticed that something was wrong with him, and ran over in a panic with two (乛?乛) on their heads.

"Don't come here!!"

Benedict screamed, discerned his bearings, and rushed into the chapel in despair. This is the place of prayer for the refuge of the Holy Spirit, the holiest place in the whole church.

Staggering to the desk, Benedict barely stood firm on the corner of the table, looking up at the mural on the wall, which was the figure of the Holy Spirit he believed in, with a golden background, holding the scales of justice in one hand, and holding the palm of the other hand upward, reaching forward, as if to touch his believers.

Around the Holy Spirit, the Holy Legation, dressed in ornate armor and with wings spread behind its back, guards the Holy Spirit.

But the frescoes of the Holy Spirit, which were supposed to bring him comfort, once again ruthlessly and brutally shattered his hopes.

The central Holy Spirit, the Ring Messenger, all—all—is.

！！！

At that moment, Benedict's hair exploded, and he had seen countless ugly, weird, hideous, bloody and even indescribable portraits of demons in the canon of the church.

But I've never seen a face like this in front of me - round, simple lines, but full of infinite magic.

Suddenly, those squinting smiles full of magic seemed to come to life, their eyes were like substance, the corners of their mouths were full of smiles, and the contempt of eating fruits came to their faces.

Benedict, who had not slept all night, his blood and qi were surging, and his world view was strongly impacted, and Benedict felt that his eyes were dark, and countless flying (乛?乛), sometimes arranged in an S shape, and a moment in a B shape, swept through his brain like a tide.

Poof.

Benedict slowly collapsed to the ground, muttering, "Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit......!"

Everything familiar in front of me began to blur, and I saw two (乛?乛) rushing in through the door in the distance.

"Come on. Reverend, I seem to have fainted!"

......

A philosopher once said, "To make it perish, you must first make it mad."

To be able to become the presiding pastor of a church is to have a strong faith in the Holy Spirit. In the brainwashing of the church, the perception of demons is clearer, more profound, and stronger than ordinary people.

Therefore, Qin Song didn't bother to create any terrible and twisted demons. For that might have caught the attention of the Church of the Holy Spirit, and if some investigator were to be sent over, it would cause unnecessary trouble and disrupt his plans.

Funny expressions, just an appetizer. The purpose is to test the effect of the eye demon interfering with vision, but I didn't expect the effect to be surprisingly good, and the eye demon has a certain amount of intelligence and can generate hallucinations on its own, Qin Song's instructions are to transform all the faces into funny.

Part of the bad taste, but more because the funny expression is so ridiculous. It's ridiculous that even if Benedict explained to the people of the Holy Spirit Church that all the people had turned into funny faces, no one would believe it.

Even if you look through all the canons of the Holy Spirit Sect, you will never find any record of this kind of demon.

How boring does this demon have to be to look like this?

Funny Devil?

Spiritual contamination is the first step, and I believe that soon, the blonde pastor will develop a sense of fear of the funny-faced Holy Spirit until he can no longer look directly, and then begin to doubt life.

The warm-up is over, and more exciting is yet to come.