"Almighty Lord, guide me to come to you to help you escape from the sea of ​​suffering and atone for your sins."

"This world is too scary. Friends don't believe in friends, and relatives don't believe in relatives. But you can believe in me, because I am the son of my Heavenly Father. As long as you believe in me, you will also become the children of the Heavenly Father."

Church door.

Father Wu was holding a cross and preaching to the crowd.

Of course, everyone was more concerned about the eggs, flour, and biscuits placed aside than what he said.

"Father, have you finished telling us when the things will be sent? We have been waiting for a long time."

"Yeah, since the church closed, we no longer have a place to collect eggs. Can you guys do something serious?"

People protested one after another.

"Fa, fa..."

Father Wu was a little embarrassed and ordered to the mayor and the hired help: "Give each person a small bag of flour, ten eggs, and a box of biscuits."

"I'm sending something!"

With a shout, the crowd began to scramble.

"Father Wu."

Zhang Heng came to the front of the church and happened to see Father Wu who was pushed to the side, with a confused look on his face.

"here!"

Zhang Heng waved to Father Wu.

"Your Majesty the Warlord!"

Seeing Zhang Heng, Father Wu was very happy: "Are you here to visit the church's reopening ceremony?"

"Yeah, look how you did it."

Zhang Heng looked at the people snatching the eggs, smiled and said to Father Wu, "Everyone is very enthusiastic."

"Yes, the news was released last night. Before dawn today, hundreds of people gathered outside the church."

"I believe this is a good start. These believers have long been looking forward to the church reopening."

Father Wu was smiling.

"Well, if the church is closed, no one will hand out eggs. Can everyone not look forward to reopening?"

"If you have the ability, try it without handing out eggs and see if you are still welcome."

Zou Zhaoxing exposed the truth without giving face.

Hearing this, Father Wu pretended to be confused: "My Chinese is not very good, I can't understand what you are saying."

"cut!"

Zou Zhaoxing snorted coldly, and then said to Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, let's go and get some flour. It doesn't cost money anyway."

Xiaoyue nodded repeatedly and followed Zou Zhaoxing.

After the two of them left, Zhang Heng glanced at the church roof and said, "The cross on the church roof seems to be missing."

"Yeah, I don't know where it went. I looked for it for a long time when I was cleaning the church last night and couldn't find it."

With that said, Father Wu greeted Zhang Heng: "Let's go in and take a look. Although no new furniture has been replaced, the things inside can still be used. It would be nice to give it a scrub."

Zhang Heng followed Father Wu into the church.

The space inside the church is quite large, with many chairs and a portrait of the Virgin hanging on the wall.

Look forward.

At the front there is a podium, a candle stand, a piano, and a statue of Jesus crucified.

Smell again.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol. It seemed that the church had not only been cleaned, but also disinfected.

“Well done.”

Zhang Heng glanced briefly and asked Father Wu: "Have you checked the church? Did you find anything?"

"Checked."

Father Wu pointed with his finger: "I have checked the first floor, the second floor, the small attic, and the backyard, and found nothing."

Zhang Heng frowned slightly: "Nothing was found?"

"Yes, I have also conducted simple exorcism work in these places, and I have not found any traces of evil spirits."

Father Wu thought for a while: "Maybe the worries before were unnecessary."

Zhang Heng recalled the plot in "The Exorcist" and then asked: "Have you ever gone to the basement to have a look?"

Father Wu was stunned for a moment: "There is no basement in the church!"

"No?"

If Zhang Heng remembered correctly, the zombie was in the basement of the church. How could it not be there?

"Have you looked everywhere?"

"I've searched, and there really isn't a basement."

Father Wu answered simply.

Zhang Heng was full of suspicion. Could it be that the basement was sealed after the incident in the church?

It's not impossible.

Because there were other priests in the church when the incident first occurred, they worked together to seal the zombies in the basement. It was not impossible to seal the entrance with a wall before leaving.

"Father!"

Before the two of them could continue talking, a beautiful girl wearing a low-cut dress with two hemispheres exposed walked in from the door: "My name is Angie. I just came back from France. I am a sincere Catholic. I want to give a gift to the church."

Donate some money.”

“Donate money!”

Father Wu's eyes lit up and he no longer wanted to talk about evil spirits: "Nice to meet you, Miss An Qi. I am the priest of this church. My surname is Wu. I wonder how much money you want to donate?"

"I'm going to donate five thousand oceans."

An Qi had a smile on her face: "My father is Boss An of the Lama Temple in the town. This time I am not only making a personal donation, but also representing the support of the Lama Temple to the church."

"Oh, Miss An Qi, you are indeed a sincere believer. The Lord will definitely bless you."

Father Wu first said a few polite words, and then introduced Zhang Henglai: "You don't know the person next to me, right? Let me introduce you. This is Governor Zhang from Hainan, my good friend, you just came back.

Maybe you don’t quite understand, but Governor Zhang’s status in the military and political circles is equivalent to the French Governor-General in French Guiana!”

"Director Zhang, nice to meet you."

An Qi took two steps forward and wanted to give Zhang Heng a kiss.

"Don't..."

Zhang Heng stopped her: "Now that I'm back, don't use France's tricks. Just nod your head, there's no need to be so affectionate."

"Miss Angel."

Father Wu took over the conversation: "Don't underestimate this Governor Zhang. He came back from Nanyang. You must have never been to Nanyang. You should have many topics in common."

Forehead...

Zhang Heng pulled Father Wu's sleeve and whispered: "She is here to donate money, not to go on a blind date. Why are you introducing me to her?"

"Have it?"

Father Wu looked puzzled: "This is how we do things."

Zhang Heng had heard before that churches were not only responsible for helping people find jobs, but also for introducing partners, which was more reliable than some marriage agencies.

Looking now, this statement may not be groundless.

Of course, the introduction of the target is just a superficial appearance. The underlying reason is to increase the church's attractiveness and save the country through curves, just like the dancing lady on China Unicom.

"Angel!"

There was a cry of surprise from outside the door.

Zou Zhaoxing ran up with a bag of flour in his arms and said with a white face: "It's really you. I didn't even dare to recognize you just now. Do you still remember me? I'm Ah Xing!"

An Qi subconsciously took a step back, smiled awkwardly and politely, and said, "Sorry, I don't really remember."

"I'm a little Taoist priest!"

Ah Xing quickly put down the flour and started punching in a measured manner: "My master is a Taoist priest who exorcises demons. When I was a child, didn't you all call me the little Taoist priest?"

"Little Taoist priest, I remembered."

Speaking of the name, An Qi no longer remembers it, because she went to France when she was a teenager and has not been back for many years.

But when it comes to nicknames, An Qi still has some impressions.
To be continued...