Listen to the old woman's light description of what they want.

I have to say that it really made York even more silent.

He also thought that there would be some special reason or want something better than wealth rights, such as creating real martyrs with his own hands, and so on.

But now it's all a joke.

Yes, Yorkes did feel how ridiculous he was, because he thought too highly of the humanity of these people.

This vicious experiment, which lasted for seventeen years, contained infants, children, teenagers, young adults, middle age, old age, and involved the age groups of a person's life

They don't care how many people and how many families this experiment will destroy.

These so-called upper-class people just want to know what the real world will see when humans experience death and are near-dead.

It's as simple as that, that's all,.

After knowing the truth of the matter, York began to feel an extreme feeling of nausea in his heart.

This disgusting greasy smell began to linger in my heart.

York's eyes grew more and more indifferent, and if he hadn't intervened in this matter, I am afraid that it would never have been exposed.

No one will know what truth is hidden behind the disappearance of many people, and what cruel facts are hidden.

No one will know.

Because as the old woman said before, they have wealth and power, and they stand high on the top of the pyramid and look down on other people, and even the laws that are used to regulate and protect the people, and everything that is prescribed is made by their group.

Even the news and social organizations that can publish the truth are run by their family......

That is to say, if it weren't for him, these old people would still be able to continue to enjoy wealth, enjoy power, and be high after doing so many cruel things, and then with the blessing of their children and grandchildren, they would die peacefully.

This is one of the things that makes York feel disgusting.

He could have imagined what it would be like out there now.

What an undercurrent is like turbulent.

He doesn't have to think about it, he knows it.

In fact, it is.

While York thundered at the crowd, the whole world was surging over it.

It can be said that more than half of the bishops in the major dioceses have received the relevant phone calls.

Even an old Mike hiding in a Mai Xi convenience store did not escape.

After learning about this, Old Mac was silent, and even though the voice of distress was still ringing in his ears, he still did not answer.

It wasn't until the end that Old Mac said such a sentence.

"I don't have as much face as you think, Jacob, and as far as I know about York, he will do what he decides to do, no matter how difficult it may be."

After saying this, Old Michael looked at Healy, who was constantly busy, when the telephone was calm, and then sighed.

"Even if there is a dead end ahead, he will still step through it, and this is York, our future Pope, Jacob."

The voice reached a study, to the ear of a middle-aged man sitting in a chair and pinching his eyebrows.

He lowered his glasses and was somewhat silent.

"I see, Mr. Mack."

"Hmm." Old Mike said calmly.

"Accept the facts, you must be punished for doing wrong, whether he is your father.

What I'm trying to say, Jacob, don't think about what to do, or I won't even be able to save you. ”

After conveying his warning, Old Michael shook his head in his heart, who could have known that there was such a disgusting thing under the sun, since he knew the nature of this matter, he would instead raise his hands in support of York.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Mike, don't worry, I'm not going to do anything."

Hearing this, Old Mike hung up this so-called call for help.

Just kidding, he wouldn't touch where York was angry because of this.

I just looked at the phone, pondered for a while, and finally put it back.

He didn't think Jacob had the courage to oppose the church.

"Old man, what's the phone?" Healy's confused voice came from there.

Old Michael looked up at his son, and he felt funny in his heart.

My son probably doesn't know what his bishop has done, and he is still immersed in research here.

"It's fine, it's just that someone asked me some questions." Old Mike shook his head and walked over.

"Let's move on."

Healy blinked, feeling like he was missing something, but he was confused and could only sigh.

………………………………………………

At the same time.

New York Cathedral.

Bishop Romulo, who had just been resting in bed, also received such a call.

His attitude was not as resolute as that of Old Mike.

But he didn't agree with the other party, just looked at the void in front of him and said calmly.

"Juliana, you ask if Bishop York can represent the attitude of the Church?

I have only one answer to this. ”

On the other side of the phone was an old woman, also seventy or eighty years old, who was sitting in her room, silent.

But there was a very firm voice on the phone.

"Bishop York can represent the whole church because he is our next leader."

The old woman pursed her lips and said calmly, "I see, Bishop Romulo. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the phone remembered the prompt sound of hanging up.

The old woman exhaled lightly, put her phone on the side of the bed, and looked at the void in front of her, as if waiting for something.

The scope of this matter is so wide-ranging, except for these two people, that the same thing is happening everywhere else.

But it is clear that these things, or no matter how turbulent the outside world is at this time, will not affect the progress of the Ashbiyi Church at all.

………………………………………………

The candlelight in the church reflects the image of Jesus and the two figures sitting on the benches on both sides.

Georgine, the old woman, flipped through some old notebooks and finally stopped at a newspaper photograph.

From the yellowing and fading of the edges, you can see the traces of the frequent turning over here.

"Lord Bishop York, I don't know if you've seen the real world after death, but I think these people do."

York didn't speak, but Georginee didn't stop, stroking the newspaper photo and continuing.

"I refer to the people who fail collectively as the losers, the victims, and these successful people are called martyrs, because I feel that they see the real world after death,

These people are the exception, they have survived suffering and exploitation, inflicted all evil on them, and finally they have transcended everything and seen the truth.

Did you know that martyrs change form? Bishop York, please take a look, this is my collection of ......"

The old woman looked at the silent bishop next to her and handed over the notebook in her hand.

However, York did not pick up.

But in fact, he had already seen this so-called newspaper photo through the three-dimensional picture.

It was a woman who was so thin that she had only a skeleton, her limbs had been cut off and tied to a wooden stick, her chest had been dug open, but she was not dead.

The old woman held on for a while, until her arm began to tremble, then she gave up, took it back, and continued to stroke the newspaper photo.

"Long Xuan, in 1912, she didn't believe in God and paid a terrible price for stealing children, but when this photo was taken, she was still alive, and her eyes revealed that she saw the real world."

As if introducing the purpose of her departure, as if introducing the purpose of her organization or the Sage, Georgini continued to turn the next page, looked at a photo inside, and continued to introduce.

"Joan Thread, in 1945, she was selling food, she slept with Germans, the French were very sensitive at that time, so she was guilty, after being abused and tortured, this picture was taken, she is still alive, look at her eyes are exactly the same as Long Xuan, how beautiful."

“…… Birmingham General Hospital, 1960, this is a maid with no background, no faith, she was in great pain at the end of her terminal illness, and the morphine application had no effect, looking at her eyes......"

"This one was beaten by her husband,

This man survived in the wreckage of the car for nine hours,

This is a young leukemia patient, the disease is eating away at the bones,

This man suffers from a rare disease and struggles for seven hours,"

“……”

The old woman finished speaking in one breath, and she also turned to the end, and her hand began to stop.

"All of them, their eyes are all the same, they are all great beings, can you imagine what it will be after death?"

Hearing this, Yorkes began to turn his head to look at the old woman.

"Are you done?"

Georginee looked at the expressionless bishop, smiled, and said calmly.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York, I'm done."

York looked at the old woman's smiling expression and was unmoved.

"Aren't you curious about the real world after death?"

As soon as these words came out, Georgionie's breathing suddenly increased, and she stared at the powerful bishop with a little expectation in her eyes.

"Dear Bishop, is it possible that you have a solution?"

"Of course I have a way." York said indifferently.

"Haven't you seen the video of my exorcism, you should know that I am not an ordinary person, in fact, you could have come and ask my ......"

In the next second, York snapped his fingers directly.

Georginee felt her forehead slapped, and an irresistible force made her jerk back.

Then an ethereal feeling appeared in her.

The old woman's eyes widened, and the environment of the church slowly faded, and at last there was nothing but an endless darkness.

It's as if she is the only one in the world, helpless, without any feelings, without any emotions, without five senses.

There is no up and down, no flow or pain, no light, no sound or temperature.

But she knew that her consciousness still existed, and only consciousness lasted for eternity.

In a daze, Georginee had no idea how long it had been.

"Is the truth after death nothingness...... she subconsciously said the word.

At this moment, a bright spot lit up.

Ethereal voices began to echo.

"Yes, that's the real world you'll go to when you die."

The voice grew clearer, and Georginee noticed that the environment had recovered, but she was looking at her old hands in a daze.

She felt as if something was shattering in her mind.

"Let's go back." York looked at the old woman, who was not as expectant as before, drew a cross on her chest, and looked back at the image of Jesus in front of her.

"Go back and wait for your judgment to be handed down, and don't try to escape."

"Heaven, hell," said the old woman, looking at Yorks suddenly, a little dazed.

"That's what they see in the real world?"

"Heaven and hell exist, but apparently they don't welcome you people."

York said calmly, "Congratulations, congratulations on losing your path to heaven." ”

With that, York shouted.

"Erin, send her back."

But apparently Georginee somehow broke down, got up from the bench and stared at York.

"It can't be! How could the real world be such a world? ”

York didn't speak, just reached out and pulled out a picture and handed it over.

"Look at your eyes, what's the difference between them and the people you're introducing?"

Georginee subconsciously took it, and when she looked at her godless eyes, her whole body trembled violently, as if the constructed mind or the world built in her mind collapsed at this time.

But no matter what she does.

Erin had already come with two monks.

"Bishop of York."

York waved his hand and closed his eyes.

So, except for Erin who stayed, the two monks directly put the old woman who could no longer speak, but just looked at the photo and trembled.

The space was calm again.

It was a long time before York opened his eyes with a sigh, still feeling fucked up.

A group of people who control so many resources and monopolize so much knowledge can still have such a thing as a misunderstanding.

The eyes of those people introduced by the old woman were nothing more than empty shells of lost souls.

In essence, it is just a self-reaction of an empty shell, but I didn't expect this group of people to think that these people are martyrs through this.

A true martyr is not that simple.

"Bishop, is that all right?" Erin was a little puzzled.

"Don't you arrest them and control them in a unified manner?"

Yorkes shook his head, looked at the eternal image of Jesus, and said, "These people have enjoyed everything, and after they have enjoyed the bliss on earth, all of them,

What they are most afraid of is not punishment, not death, not physical pain, but what they are most afraid of is the goal they pursue, the world they desire, and the final outcome is all nothingness. ”

Erin blinked, she didn't understand.

"And I have given the most terrible punishment to their heads."

York's eyes were deep: "Wait, Irene, they will pay the price after all." ”

What is the cruelest thing for such fanatical believers.

The most cruel thing is the collapse of one's own faith, and everything he pursues is all empty.

His move was enough to bring the organization to its own demise.

Remembering the old woman's dazed appearance, as if she had lost something, York closed her eyes again.

He believed that in the near future, good news would come......

(End of chapter)