'Caracalakala...'

The pebbles slid like raindrops from the jar in Rouhani's hand and fell into the sand in an instant.

It's too easy to count clearly.

Qin Mo entered the Zero Realm state, looking at frame by frame, while silently counting in his heart.

Even if this is the wrong count, there is still Qu Yao, who can sense both the specific number of stones in the jar and what is written on the piece of paper in Rouhani's pocket.

With a snap, the last stone sank into the dune, leaving Rouhani with only an empty jar left in his hand.

Qin Mo frowned.

This Rouhani really played tricks.

The real number is 785, but the scrap of paper in Rouhani's pocket reads 784.

He made a deliberate mistake.

If Qin Mo said 785, he would spread out the piece of paper and say that Qin Mo was wrong, and if Qin Mo said 784, he would have people dig up the stones in the sand dunes and count them, and then say that Qin Mo was wrong.

Fortunately, Qin Mo was able to prevent this move at Qu Yao's suggestion.

"Say, how many?" Rouhani looked smug.

"The number of stones is 785." Qin Mo said the true number.

"Wow, hahahaha!" Rouhani laughed at Zeng Xiaoxian, "False prophet, this is a false prophet!" ”

Qin Mo waited for Rouhani to finish pretending, and then shook his head and said, "This uncle, are you done laughing, take out the pieces of paper in your pocket and show it to everyone." ”

"Okay!"

Rouhani pulled out the note and spread it out in front of his men.

Idiot, don't take a look for yourself first.

The faces of the subordinates changed suddenly, as if they had seen a ghost, and the panic quickly spread through the crowd, and soon, everyone fell silent.

"What are you doing?" Rouhani, the only one who hadn't read the note, noticed something was wrong and flipped it over.

784~

For Qu Yao, changing the 784 on his body to 785 is not as simple as drinking water.

Now Rouhani also felt that he had seen a hell.

It's still a ghost.

What's going on, I obviously wrote 784.

Got dropped? Or magic ink? Or did you have a head pump?

Or is this Qin Mo really a prophet?

Rouhani trampled this last thought to death, and pretended to be calm: "The prophet Qin Mo still has two miracles... The second... Uh..."

The second miracle is to be able to guess what is in someone's pocket, but this guy in front of him can not even guess what is in his pocket, he can even tamper with it.

You can't give this guy another chance to perform, or his subordinates will really turn against him.

"Forget the second miracle, it's not difficult to achieve the current technology, X-ray, sound wave positioning, don't think you can fool us."

Rouhani drew his saber from his waist, "Just show us the third miracle!" ”

The third miracle was to open his arms and make people slash twenty-four without dying, after which the wounds healed instantly.

This is not a magic trick that can be deceived in the past, and Rouhani is determined to cut Qin Mo all over the place within twenty-four swords.

Qin Mo's smile retracted, and his eyes revealed a determination like a diamond.

Then, open your arms.

Lilith saw it in her eyes and felt a hairbreak in her heart.

It's different from the ease just now, this is the look of determination to die!

"Come on."

Qin Mo sat upright.

Rouhani was completely shocked by Qin Mo's resolute eyes, but he was difficult to ride the tiger, and he had no choice, Qin Mo didn't tremble, but his own hands trembled.

Just walked step by step to the man in front of him who looked weak.

The saber was raised high.

Fall.

'Poof. ’

I actually cut it in!

The blade was embedded in Qin Mo's shoulder blade by more than two inches, and the blood donated slid down the knife surface little by little, quickly staining Rouhani's hand red.

Qin Mo didn't move, but Rouhani was half frightened to death.

In his imagination, he thought that Qin Mo would use some side door to block or unload this knife.

But Qin Mo didn't block or dodge, so he suffered this full force with all his strength.

Just like the legendary prophet Qin Mo.

"Fake! Fake! ”

Rouhani pulled the saber out of Qin Mo's shoulder blade, and the force was so fierce that it brought up a bloody canopy.

Then, according to the head, cut it off again.

Qin Mo actually raised his body slightly, and took the initiative to catch the second knife with his other shoulder.

This time it was cut deeper, and the entire arm was almost unloaded.

On the surface, it seems that he is not afraid of death, but in fact, he wants to take advantage of the situation to tilt his head to the side to avoid the vital point.

If the head is made in half, no prophet will die.

Rouhani's heart completely collapsed, his head went blank, and he only instinctively pulled the saber up, fell, pumped up, and fell.

His eyes were closed, and he didn't even look at where he was chopping.

'Poof...''Poof...''Poof...''Poof...'

The knife in the arm, the slightest immobility, the neck in the knife, the slightest immobility, the knife in the thigh, the slightest immobility.

Crotch... No way... This one has to be avoided.

Legend has it that Qin Mo was stabbed twenty-four times, and in order to confirm his prophetic identity, Qin Mo also had to be stabbed twenty-four times by Rouhani.

Not more, of course, not less.

This is a huge adventure, although Qin Mo has a strong body, but after suffering these twenty-four knives, he will not become a strong body, he himself does not know.

The head drooped, and he couldn't lift it even if he wanted to, and the sand on the ground became darker and redder.

How much blood is this made red?

Qin Mo counted silently in his heart, he didn't know if he was counting correctly, he had lost too much blood, and his consciousness was already blurred.

Until Qu Yao said softly: 'Twenty-four knives, come, follow me, I am willing to bear all the pain with my body on behalf of the world." ’

"I... May I take my own... The body is for the world... Bear all the pain... I... Be willing to be yourself... of blood donations... Cleanse the world from its sins..."

This is recorded in the Moses and Mohasian scriptures, and it is perfect for this time.

"I would like to use my own... The soul bears all the destruction on behalf of the world..."

Damn, my trachea hurts, and I can't speak clearly.

But it doesn't matter, everyone who should understand understands it.

"Don't cut it!" In the crowd of black oppression, one person knelt down.

The people around him knelt down, and the people around him knelt down.

In the end, everyone knelt down, whether it was the star ring inside or the star ring outside, whether it was a refugee or a bandit.

Rouhani lowered his saber.

He had to stop, because Lilith pointed her gun at him, and her eyes were about to burst into flames.

'Okay, Qin Mo, it's time to perform a real miracle. ’

Luckily, it was in time.

'Lotus! ’

Pieces of petals made of light rose from the ground with Qin Mo as the center, forming a lotus flower of light, which instantly wrapped Qin Mo.

The twenty-four wounds on the body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh that had rolled up to the sides gradually closed in the middle, leaving only a scar that became thinner and shorter, until it was gone.

Eventually, the pain was gone.

The lotus flower dispersed, revealing Qin Mo's face.

It's red, it's so cute.

Unlike his ignorant men, Rouhani knows the outside world.

This is not a miracle.

It's a deed!

It's a pity that it's too late to say anything now!

The subordinates knelt on the ground, trembling, no matter what punishment Qin Mo imposed on their crimes, they would suffer in silence.

Even if it's for them to kill themselves.

Qin Mo stood up, crossed Rouhani, and came to the front of the robbers.

"Brothers and sisters, I am your prophet Qin Mo, listen to me, there are no refugees here, no robbers, bandits, freedom fighters, only brothers and sisters here!"

The crow is silent, the humble is humble, the ashamed is ashamed.

"Everybody stand up and come with me to Tel Ville!"