It can be seen that the American people have a fanatical obsession with religion.

It was this special cultural phenomenon that transformed Adams into a leader.

Adams founded a religious sect, the Masochists, in the same way that he ran the Rescue Society.

and successfully won Mrs. Green into becoming the first congregationist.

Adams' nightmare of brushing steel wool balls for several days finally paid off for a bumper harvest.

With the help of Mrs. Green's connections, the Jishi Society had more than a dozen more believers on the second day of its establishment.

As with all denominations, first apocalypticism is preached, and then eternal life is given to those who believe in me.

Adams, who had contact with the Bloodline, did not hesitate to use the Bloodline as an evil villain in his own teachings.

Not only that, but Adams also regarded the Temple of Light as heresy, accusing them of making deals with the devil in the name of God.

In the doctrine written by Adams, only the god is God-orthodox, and he himself is the embodiment of God.

Anyway, there are many American denominations. Different denominations have different gods, and as long as the doctrine is made sound, there is no need to worry about any problems.

Adams knew very well that the members who were now joining the church were all for Mrs. Green's sake.

In the minds of these people, the so-called Jishi Association is probably about the same size as the elderly activity center.

But Adams was not discouraged, and with his brilliant intelligence, fluent eloquence, and handsome appearance, sooner or later he would convince these followers of himself by his charm.

But the premise is that this new denomination must have a steady stream of believers to join.

It is only when a snowball-like effect is formed that Adams will have a greater effect.

Adams, who had no connections in the Long Island area, held Mrs. Green in high esteem.

Without Mrs. Green's support, Adams would have had to spend another more than a decade like running a rescue club to make the Society have some influence.

But Adams couldn't wait that long.

Looking at Mrs. Green, who was screaming frantically and looking hilarious, Adams' eyes flashed coldly, "Damn old woman, wait until I take control of the sect ......"

Adams would never let the news of his own steel wool ball leak.

When that day comes, Adams can directly execute Mrs. Green on a trumped-up charge of demonic possession.

"No wonder there is such a damn cult in this damn country. This is the power of religion. ”

Adams became more and more excited at the thought of something good, and one of them got up and took the initiative to press Mrs. Green to the bed.

"Oh my God, my dear, you're so enthusiastic today......"

The creaking of the crumbling wooden bed, accompanied by the constant acceleration of the sprint,

Finally, Mrs. Green passed out with a scream.

Seeing this scene, Adams was startled and instantly softened.

After noticing that Mrs. Green was still breathing, Adams slapped her in the face.

The loud slap and the clear, ruddy fingerprints did not wake Mrs. Green, who was too tired to lose consciousness.

"Damn old bitch. ”

Adams took a puff and took a cigarette in his mouth to the balcony.

Looking at the brightly lit skyscraper in front of him, a hint of obsession flashed in Adams' eyes, "I don't know when I will be able to have such a mansion." ”

"You don't have that chance. ”

Hearing this, Adams's frightened cigarette fell to the ground, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a sword blade resting on his shoulder.

"Who are you?"

Adams squeezed the soft flesh of his inner thighs hard, forcing himself to calm down, knowing full well that if he dared to scream, the blade would not hesitate to cut his throat.

Adams never believed that anyone who came had no courage to kill, and he already smelled a strong smell of blood on the blade of the sword.

Adams shuddered, "Who sent you?

"Huh, those evil vampires......"

Before Adams could hear the latter words, he heard a thud and fall to the ground.

Affected by the fall, the blade also sagged, from Adams's shoulder to his waist, and was cut by the blade in a slender line of blood.

Adams didn't care about his injuries in the slightest, his eyes wide and fixed on the ground, "It's the one from the Temple, the one who killed me but secretly released me." ”

By the light of the moon, Adams opened his mouth in surprise and said in horror, "What has happened to this man?"

The man was still dressed like the first time Adams had seen him, dressed in silver armor and armed with a cross sword.

Compared with the brilliance and martial arts when they first met.

At this moment, the fate of this person is extremely miserable.

The armor was covered with cracks, one centimeter long and more than a finger wide, through which the flesh and skin on the body could be clearly seen.

Adams could have imagined that this man must have fought bloodily and broken out of the encirclement, otherwise he would not have left so many horrific wounds.

I don't know if it's the blood of the enemy, or the blood that comes out of my own body.

In short, this person was wearing silver-white armor, and it seemed to be soaked in blood at the moment.

The most terrifying thing is that on this person's handsome facial features, starting from the corner of the left eyebrow, there is a long oblique scar that extends to the corner of the right lip.

This long scar looks extremely hideous.

"What now?"

Listening to the faint sound of breathing, Adams' eyes were complicated,

This person just said that he was here to kill him, and it stands to reason that Adams should strike first and eliminate this man in advance while he is unconscious.

"Since you want to kill me. But why did you save me at that time?"

When Adams woke up from the bench, he had figured it all out.

With the inhuman power displayed by the Temple of Light, the other party will never miss.

Afterwards, Adams went to an underground clinic, and when the doctor told him that if the wound was one millimeter in the stool, he would definitely die.

The opponent's attack was as precise as a scalpel, and it was obvious that his subordinates were merciful.

"Who the hell could beat him like this? vampires?"

The chaotic thoughts in my mind are like a ball of yarn that is often blurred.

"Fortune is in danger, and I hope I don't regret my decision today. ”

In the end, Adams gritted his teeth and made an impulsive decision.

Coming to the sleeping Mrs. Green, Adams poured a proper amount of sleep into it to make sure she didn't wake up suddenly.

"It's so heavy. ”

When Adams tried his best to feed, he couldn't pick up the man, so he had to drag it instead.

Addams dragged the man to the room he had rented.

Finding bandages, anti-inflammatory drugs and other medicines for treating trauma, and applying the medicine to the wound, Adams gasped, "If you die, you can only blame your bad luck." ”

Perhaps the medicine worked, and Adams breathed a sigh of relief as he listened to the man's subconscious moans. I want to talk about "Me and the Wife of the President of the Iceberg" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~