"It's all fake, it's all fake!", as the middle-aged man asked in a loud voice, and several loud voices shouted in response to the crowd in the church. The suspicions were already in the minds of the people because of the nun's speechlessness, and the fire was added to the fire by these shouts, and the whole crowd was in an uproar.

Several good people crowded forward, surrounded Goddess Melissa and asked excitedly, "Say!

"People's hearts are made of flesh, you are so ruthless! Seeing so many people starve to death!"

"On the surface, you hypocrisy are nothing more than well-dressed beasts in divine robes! You hypocrites should go to hell!"

At this time, they who were scolding loudly and angrily disappeared from the weak appearance just now, the louder they shouted, the more they shouted, the more justified they became, just for a moment, the charge of the Holy Sect not saving them when they saw death seemed to have been conclusive, and the evidence was conclusive.

A few of the women were already crying, "My child/husband...... You have died so miserably!", the mournful cry added a lot of mourning to the atmosphere in the church, and many people heard this cry and couldn't help but think of their relatives who died in this catastrophe, and began to sob.

For a while, there were cries in the church, which pushed the sad atmosphere to a climax, and those who surrounded Mother Melissa scolded even more vigorously when they heard this cry, and even many people cursed all kinds of foul language.

Mother Melissa was surrounded by these fierce men, how could she be able to defeat so many mouths with one mouth, not to mention that there were many situations that she could not explain. She was so tightly surrounded by these people that she couldn't even breathe, and she could only hear all kinds of angry scolding echoing in her ears, and gradually, she couldn't even hear these scoldings clearly, she only felt that her head was dizzy, and her brain was constantly buzzing.

In front of Sister Melissa, the expressions of anger, sadness, gnashing of teeth and even hideousness slowly blurred in the nun's eyes, turning into the hellish ghosts depicted in the holy scriptures, showing teeth and claws, invincible.

"The demons are gone, the demons are gone. The old nun murmured softly and feebly, and finally her eyes went dark and she fainted on the ground.

"Lady Nun, Granny Melissa!", the children who had been squeezed aside by the crowd struggled to squeeze through the crowd and pounced on the fainting old nun. They shook the nun vigorously and fed her some water, and at last Mother Melissa slowly opened her eyes.

A child angrily confronted the besieging adults, "Who has been working so hard to take care of you these days, and who has saved all his food and given it to you? It is Granny Melissa, who has been so kind to you, and you have treated him like this." ”

"That's right!", the other child also spoke up, "if it weren't for the nun to take you in, you would still be starving and freezing outside, you really have no conscience." ”

"You adults are the snakes in the story of the farmer and the snake, and the nun was kind enough to take you in, but you bite back, you are all bad people!" cried out the children.

"What are the little bunnies saying, do you have a right to speak here?", Xu was scolded by the children so angry and irritated that a child in the head was slapped out. The rest of the children refused to give up, and one by one they pounced on them and fought, but they were all small and weak, and they were all knocked to the ground in a short time, and the adults beat them without sparing their hands at all.

Mother Melissa was still lying on the ground weakly, unable to do anything except call a few "stop", and without the cloak of "Holy Religious Nun", she was just an ordinary old man with no hands to tie her hands.

At this moment, a man suddenly burst in from outside the church, raised one of the pockets in his hand, and grabbed a handful of white powder from it. The familiar smell of wheat wafted out, causing the people around to swallow.

"It's flour!", someone had already cried out.

"I found this bag of flour in the back of the church, in the sisters' room!

The shout was like igniting explosives, upsetting the fragile balance in the church. People scattered like crazy, rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

"Don't let go of these tables and chairs, they can be used as firewood if they are chopped, since the Holy Sect has deceived us, then we should not be polite to them anymore!"

"If the Holy Sect is unkind, don't blame us for being unjust! They have killed so many people, and they should pay the corresponding price!"

From time to time, a few voices sounded, encouraging people to be more wanton and crazy.

In a short time, the search turned into an aimless, cathartic act of vandalism, with tables and chairs of all stripes broken, flowers planted by nuns and children crushed, and idols of the gods scattered throughout the orphanage.

They broke into the sisters' rooms, tearing up all the colored linings and robes, and they broke into the orphans' rooms, and trampled all the small toys that the children used to make.

They wantonly bullied the nuns and children in the orphanage, because they were so-called "sinners" and accomplices, and many men tried to commit violence against the young nuns.

They shouted that they were looking for food, that this was a natural revenge, but from the corners of their mouths and the smiles on their faces, how could they see a little so-called "anger" and "justice"?

Those distorted expressions looked like beasts, not people.

Mother Melissa struggled to sit up straight, looking at all this with a blank face, even a little numbness. Watch as all sorts of atrocities unfold and watch as this historic orphanage is heading for destruction.

The sound of "one, two, three" sounded, "Fall, fall!", and in a cheer, the largest and two-tall idol in the church was pushed by the mob, and the idol fell to the ground, and the broken head rolled "bones" right at the feet of Mother Melissa.

The old nun lowered her head, just in time to see the idol's eyes lowered, as if it were a sad expression. When Mother Melissa was a child, she was also adopted by this orphanage, and she naively asked the dean at that time: "Father, why does God seem so sad?"

At that time, the old priest's expression was as sad as this statue, "Little one, how can God laugh in the face of such a world and such a person." ”