Man's words are still very convincing, especially since they have carried the Sanctuary out, it will be more effective. Many men put down the hammers and mallets in their hands, and asked reluctantly, "Why, don't you even need the priests of the Holy Sect?"

"Not really!", the guy slapped him hard, "You can go and inquire, the entire Radiant City is out of stock now." Somehow, the caravans from the north and south of the country are no longer coming to Shenghui City. Have you not noticed that there is now at the gate of the city? It's so deserted that there are sparrows nesting. ”

When he said this, many men on the spot nodded again and again, they who sell coolies know this best, and in recent days, the work in Shenghui City has become less and less, which has also led to a significant drop in their income, and in a few days, let alone the things that make fires, even rice and noodles, these foods may not be able to afford it.

"Hey, how can you live such a day!", such complaints sounded one after another, and after a while, the people who were originally surrounded by water gradually dispersed. After all, it's useless to gather around here, and that's right, these shops can't be like a trick and conjure up all these things empty-handed.

Such scenes are constantly playing out in many parts of the city, and the crowds are constantly dispersing, but the people's grievances are constantly gathering.

"How can you live such a day?", or "How should I survive this winter?" such exclamations come and go, and they endure for a long time.

The grass people, the grass people, even in such a peaceful world, really live like grass mustard, beaten by the cold wind, devastated by the fire, still tenacious and hard to live, but during this period, I don't know how many withered and how many died.

And did the high god really show mercy and mercy for this?

God loves the world, but where is this love and where is it manifested?

People don't know it, they just prostrate on the ground, humbly praying, this may be the only and faint ray of light for them.

......

This year's Sanctuary is a little colder than ever.

Many of the refugees who had been counting on the relief of the Holy Religion may be disappointed this year, because at this very moment, those who serve the gods, like these shepherds on the ground, are enduring the cold, and the constant recitation of the holy commandments does not seem to dispel the coldness in them, nor can it bring a little warmth.

Sister Melissa made a rare exit from the Charismatic Orphanage, which was all too rare for a nun like her who had sworn to dedicate her life to the gods and was dedicated to penance. She walked out onto the street in front of the orphanage, commanding the nuns and older orphans in the orphanage, giving relief and help to the refugees who were left behind.

At this time, there were many wanderers lying on the streets of the Holy Sect, and they had to curl up in a clump in the cold wind of hunting, shivering, using this most primitive method to resist the supreme majesty of nature.

But how long will they be able to suffer? The flame of life is about to be extinguished in this cold wind, so weak that it seems that the slightest chill will be completely extinguished.

Man, why are you so vulnerable?

Mother Melissa commanded the labourers in the orphanage and did everything she could to treat the refugees. They took out the marijuana, flax and so on that they had grown and stored in the past, and made clothes and gave them to these refugees.

At the same time, in order to allow these refugees to have a place to live, the entire orphanage door was opened, and all the rooms and even warehouses were opened for these refugees to move in. But how big is this charismatic orphanage? The influx of refugees has made it impossible for the nuns and orphans who originally lived in it to live, and in order to occupy the place, there have been many fights in the orphanage in the past few days, and the homeless people have thrown their fists at each other in order to occupy the place.

However, despite all these efforts, these venerable nuns could not prevent the death from coming and the loss of life.

"May the Lord be with you, and I pray to the Lord Almighty for your mercy. ”

"Behold the Lamb of the Lord, who will forgive your sins, save you, and alleviate your sickness. ”

"May the Lord Almighty bless you, protect you, and give you peace. ”

Mother Melissa clasped her hands together and continued to meditate. In front of her was a small corpse wrapped in sackcloth.

The cheeks that should have been bulging were now completely sunken, and the shriveled and dull skin did not have the true rosiness and radiance that a baby should have. A few strands of withered yellow hair hung limply on the tiny forehead, and the thin body was covered with an eerie and disgusting lilac color from the cold and frostbite.

It's both pitiful and lamentable.

A little life had just been born in time, and his slightly open eyes could not even see all the colors of this time, so they dimmed and could not be opened again.

It was a simple, unpretentious funeral. The object is not an old man who has gone through vicissitudes and runs out of oil, but a child whose life has never bloomed and is like a flower and bone.

There is nothing more tragic in the world than this.

At Mother Melissa's side was a mother who was constantly sobbing and crying completely hoarse. Originally, she was still in her youth, and several strands of silver had been added to her black hair.

Mother Melissa kept trying to persuade her, but she knew it wouldn't work.

This woman's heart is dead, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive this winter.

When the prayer was over, Mother Melissa staggered to her feet, refusing to accept the little nun who wanted to support her. In the past few days, she has been directing the relief of these refugees, so that Mother Melissa has not had a good night's sleep for several days, and her body is much more rickety than before.

However, what made her more painful than the physical exertion was the mental torture. Mother Melissa looked around, this small room was rare in the convent, and there was no place to live.

Because this is a morgue and a place where funerals are held.

The sackcloth-wrapped corpses filled the room, and since the corpses were all skeletal and emaciated, there was still room in the room. The toes of the corpses exposed outside the linen cloth were almost all purple-red chilblains, without exception.

Mother Melissa looked at the morgue quietly, the sadness in her eyes growing heavier. "It's not going to work, it's not going to work. She muttered to herself, "I have to do something." ”

With that, she jerked outside, and the little nun who was following her hurriedly shouted, "Where are you going?"

"Holy Radiance Cathedral, those great old men have to figure out something. ”