Fifty years later.

Before entering this world, Xia Yu never thought that he would have to be in this world for such a long time.

But that's what happened, Edward, the Catholic mechanic, as the most devout believer of the Congregational Church, will repair any damage to the mechanical items of the Congregationalist believers at the cost of one-tenth of the market price.

There is no such thing as good for no reason, and there is no bad thing for no reason.

People have forgotten that this powerful person has a mental power beyond ordinary people.

What people see in their eyes is only a man of science who entrusts the Congregational Church and serves the congregants diligently.

More than 50 years have passed.

Although Edward, as an S-class powerhouse in this world, still has a long life, he intersects with the old age and obscenity of the past, and the obscenity of old age at this time highlights the contradiction between inner gloom and bright faith.

"Mr. Edward, this is my most cherished gramophone, a relic of my grandmother, and I listen to it every day. But just yesterday, for some reason, it could no longer play my grandmother's beautiful music, I felt as if I had lost my heartbeat, my life became extremely gray, I didn't know what I still had, woo woo woo. ”

A girl in her twenties, a Congregationalist devout, holding an old-fashioned gramophone, looked at Edward reverently.

Edward smiled a "kind" smile, though it was a bit ugly.

"Everyone is equal, I'm good at repairing machinery, you're good at being beautiful, make this world beautiful, and everyone gets what they get. ”

The girl's face turned red like a blooming flower when she heard Edward's words.

Edward pointed to the counter and said, "Put the gramophone there, come and get it tomorrow, you will get a brand new gramophone to light up your life again, what a beautiful man, hehehehe." ”

The girl went to the back, a middle-aged uncle, holding a small spray freshener.

"Oh~ Dear Mr. Edward. ”

The balding middle-aged uncle, hugging Edward tightly, has a strong curry flavor.

Edward smiled awkwardly, the robot was cleaning the ground next to him, and the middle-aged uncle said: "This is my out-of-print VIN Qingxin deodorant, but just yesterday, it broke, this is a limited edition! I can't live without it, now my body odor can no longer kiss the citizens of Freeport, who I love!"

Edward fiddled with the freshener, it was just a small mechanical converter, and in the blink of an eye, it was fixed.

For fifty years, this bewitching devil has lived like this every day.

There is no good for no reason in the world, and there is no bad for no reason, so what is the plot of this demagogic devil who is so good that all believers can get it for nothing?

For many people, fifty years is a lifetime, and people can't pretend to be a lifetime, right?

According to ordinary people's thinking, if a bad person can really pretend to be a good person for a lifetime, then it is also a good person.

But this obviously does not apply to demagoguery.

Getting something for nothing makes people dependent, but it is also a trap for the devil.

Good for no reason is bound to be accompanied by greater attempts!

Boom boom!

Freeport City was still the same Freeport City, and suddenly there was a violent tremor, and the people waiting in line for Edward's repairs panicked and looked outside, as if at the edge of the city, a huge monster was wreaking havoc, gradually approaching the city center.

"It's Angel Wings!"

After the original Illuminati gradually disappeared from people's field of vision, it turned out to be a wicked organization, which established the Congregational Church as a cult, and continued to take revenge, and was finally listed as a heinous evil organization by the Justice League.

Edward didn't lift his head, and hurried to repair the mechanical object in his hand.

The shock was getting bigger and bigger, and the people in Edward's room had already panicked, until Edward screwed the last screw, and a satisfied smile appeared on Sanqi's face, and he said in a low voice: "It's finally repaired." ”

Boom!

Heavy footsteps, just in the nearby neighborhood, shattered the glass in Edward's hut.

Through the window, Edward pushed the high glasses on the bridge of his nose, and in the distance a ball of light loomed as a winged giant, like a glowing iron angel.

"To deny the light is to fall into darkness, and I see such human beings killing one by one, humming and humming......"

The specific size of the angel giant was not clear, it was just a huge ball of light, and suddenly, "Bang, with the shock wave of a black shadow, the ball of light splashed and scattered.

"Hey, another punch. ”

A faint sigh of loss.

In the room, Edward's mouth was still smiling.

The glasses were slightly reflected, and Edward said longingly: "With such a power, anyone who confronts it head-on is a second kill, and the self-rules of this singularity vortex are really strong." ”

In fifty years, Edward had fully identified some of the regular characteristics of this god.

If this world is equivalent to the body of a god, and the other parts are just ordinary development, then the bald monster man is the singularity of strength, the strongest.

If the other "gods" are hostile to it, the rules conflict, and Xia Yu does not know the way to defeat.

But if a mortal is hostile to it, the only way to defeat it is not to fight it head-on.

This may sound a bit contradictory.

Peace was restored to the Freeport again.

Such a chaotic disaster will appear every once in a while, Edward shook his head, and muttered: "Although there are enough Congregationalist believers now, it still needs to be carefully arranged by this sect leader, the world node and the believers are fine, but such a huge amount of wealth and death, especially death, the characteristics of the cult, I have to think of an excuse for him." ”

Click.

In Edward's room, Wan Yingmu, who stepped on a glass shard and was dressed in a hat, walked in.

"Yo, here, what's the matter?"

Edward asked, without looking up.

"Fifty years, it's been fifty years, it's been fifty years, what is the concept of fifty years, I've only been in Yunshan for more than twenty years. ”

This is not the first time Wan Yingmu has urged.

This kind of urging, over the years, Wan Yingmu doesn't know how many times, but the bewitching devil is like a calm old man, not arrogant or impatient.

"Fifty years? Those devils under Wugeng Mountain have been sealed for thousands of years, and they still don't live well. ”

Edward raised his head slightly and looked at Wan Yingmu and said, "Besides, you have such a good mentor in this world, and seeing that your sword cultivation attainments have improved, what is there not to be satisfied with?"

Wan Yingmu shook his head slowly.

"But my state of mind, after entering the middle stage of the infant, is difficult to take another step, I ......"

Edward said: "What's the matter, as long as you are willing to accept your devil identity and devour your soul, everything will fall into place, and it will be easier than you to pursue that ethereal state of mind, I don't know how many times easier." ”

Such demagogic words, Xia Yu mentioned it again and again, and every time it was a natural refusal, but every time the bewitching devil would not give up, it was still repeated over and over again.

Because Xia Yu knew that he had already affected his heart.

His influence on Wan Yingmu seems to be deeper than he imagined!

Edward, who was fiddling with a mechanical device, said in a low voice: "Get ready, the grand ceremony of the Congregational Church, success or failure in one move, the arrangement of more than fifty years, if you still want to save your little junior sister, you must obey the command, and when you start, you will start!"

Not sure why.

Wan Yingmu felt that this bewitching devil seemed to be in a terrified desire?