Greg Mack.

Cardinal of Wudu, 42 years old, male.

He has an ulterior fetish.

Although he claimed that all of this came from the guidance of the Holy Love, in fact only he knew in his own heart.

Therefore, Greg prayed every night, praying for the saint to forgive his sins.

That night, Greg fell asleep as usual, and he had a sweet dream.

As Greg slowly woke up, the laughter of children rang in his ears, boys.

Greg tried to open his eyes, but the bright light made him squint his eyes into a slit, and he couldn't open them at all.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but found that he didn't obey his hands and feet!

For a moment, Greg fell into an ice cave, panic and uneasiness, and a sense of confusion enveloped him.

The bright light faded a little, and Greg finally opened his eyes, struggling to move his head to see his surroundings clearly.

The scenery in his field of vision gradually became clearer, and there was a slight sensation in his body, and with a tingling sensation, Greg realized that he was lying on a cold object.

Greg was sure that this thing wasn't his own bed.

So where is He?

He twisted his head with great difficulty, but all he could see was some holy feathers, as if something was moving.

At this moment, Greg truly understood what it means to be a confused lamb, and there is only powerlessness and despair for his fate and situation.

He suddenly realized something, and a little joy appeared on his face, and he quickly gathered it back up, and replaced it with a trembling, pious look, and his heart was full of luck and uneasiness.

Greg is a cardinal of the Thirteen Holy Churches.

He realized that there was a possibility to explain his current situation:

He's dead!

That's right, probably from a heart attack, from a house collapse, from a meteorite falling from the sky ...

Whatever the reason, Greg died, in his sleep, unconscious.

According to the teachings of the Thirteen Holy Churches, he will enter the blessed heaven after his death.

If Greg is as pious as he says.

Greg was thinking about it and heard more noises.

A man, coming to him.

Greg struggled to lift his head, bent his neck, and pressed his chin against his chest to look as far forward as he could.

When he saw the comer clearly, his pupils fell into endless shock, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably!

"You, you, you..."

Greg knows the man in front of him!

He's Mr. Luden!

Ludon S. Y. WeGood!

In the deepest part of the Pantheon of the Thirteen Holy Orders, there is a portrait of Mr. Ludon, which can only be seen at the level of cardinal and above!

The person in front of him is exactly the same as Mr. Ludon in the portrait!

Not only that, but wearing clothes, temperament, aura, hairstyle, light smile.... Everything, exactly the same!

This is the real Mr. Ludon!

Greg subconsciously swallowed and foamed, a little weak.

His body was still unable to move, so he could only lie flat, trying to raise his head and look ahead.

Thirteen children with wings on their backs, like the most holy angels, surrounded Mr. Ludon.

Greg's face was a little ugly.

Mr. Ludon spoke, not the language of the Divine State, not the language of any continent, but the language of the ancient Qiyun! …

As a cardinal, Greg is a compulsory course, and although it is a bit deserted, he can still barely understand what Mr. Ludon is saying!

"Merciful Father, to determine the final fate of this poor soul before it goes to nothingness..."

Greg raised his eyebrows, if he could speak, he would probably be able to laugh out loud now!

He's going to heaven! Blessed heaven!

Kudos to you! Mr. Luden!

"It's up to you to decide whether he's qualified to go to heaven." ”

Geragh's smile froze.

He looked at the wings, the angelic children, and there was horror and fear in his eyes again!

A child said timidly,

"Nope!"

The child's saint, Greg is even somewhat familiar!

One child screamed, "No! ”

He seemed to want to vent the darkness and pain in his heart by roaring.

"Nope!"

"No!"

“....”

After each child speaks, the wings behind them will instantly turn black, and the light in the whole space will also dim a little!

In the midst of a 'no', Greg experienced true despair!

He wants to die!

But he remembered that he was dead!

When the last 'no' sounded, the room fell into complete darkness and dead silence.

An indifferent voice rang in Greg's ear,

"Welcome to Hell, sinner."

The whole space, in Greg's despair and madness, returns to silence.

...

Walking out of the dungeon, Ludon praised the thirteen children for their acting skills, so that they could go home and rest in peace, and never have to worry about nightmares again.

In order to act out this play, Ludon spent a whole day and gave Greg a special anesthetic to give him a certain hallucination.

Sending the child away, Luden looked at the assistant on the side and said seriously,

"This guy is yours."

Hannibal's face was full of helplessness, and he spread his hands,

"Please, Mr. Luden, it's Father Phuket who asked you to give this guy a blessing."

He didn't understand why this matter would fall into his own hands after being outsourced layer by layer.

Father Phuket is the true spiritual leader of the Thirteen Holy Churches, even above the Pope.

There was a scumbag in the Thirteen Saints' Order, and of course Father Phuket had to clean up the portal, and it was not appropriate to do it himself, so he outsourced the work to Mr. Luden.

Luden is now outsourced to Hannibal...

What is this called?

Blessing sinks?

"Come here."

Ludon beckoned Hannibal closer and whispered a few words in his ear.

Hannibal's expression changed slightly, and he said with a little surprise,

"Is that okay?!"

Can you grow something in a person?

Without Luden's guidance, Hannibal really couldn't have thought of this direction!

The human body is amazing!

Ludon nodded slightly,

"Yes, this belongs to the extra, and it is generally only paid to see, so you can go and experiment it!"

With that, Ludon got up and walked upstairs.

This kind of perverted thing, Ludon is not involved.

He is just a good person who is helpful, loves to send good fortune, and is harmless to people and animals.

Hannibal thought for a moment that he had no reason to refuse Mr. Ludon's suggestion, and turned and walked to the dungeon to dispose of his loot, the immobile cardinal.

Back in the dining room, Ludon sat at the table, opposite Todd eating.

Luden asked casually,

"How's dinner?"

"It's good, he's as good as ever."

Todd did not hesitate to praise his words, and said with heartfelt emotion,

"You should try the creamy mushroom soup tonight, I've never had such a delicious mushroom soup!"

"Oh."

Ludon nodded, crossed the mushroom soup, picked up a piece of fries, and said nonchalantly,

"By the way, don't eat mushrooms here."

The spoon in Todd's hand stopped in the air, his mouth open and closed, trying to say something, but unable to do so.

He felt a desire to vomit up his throat, and his stomach turned upside down, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

The mushroom soup I just drank was not clean!

Ludon kindly reminded,

"It's okay today."

Todd:......

Even if Ludon repeatedly assured him, the pale Todd still stood up tremblingly,

"I'll go to the bathroom."

After returning from the bathroom, Todd, who had recovered some of his blood, greeted him cordially,

"Would you like some creamy mushroom soup?"

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