298 Palm Goddess will forgive you

When Bill woke up again, he smelled the fragrance of wild flowers at the tip of his nose, and the sound of the flowing water of the gurglan River in the distance. He would not be wrong to hear this. The sound of day and night for more than 20 years has been engraved into his bone marrow. The first reaction was that the ground was so cold and a little wet, and the second reaction was: No, I was tied up!

He suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the ground, and looked at the surrounding environment for the first time to see if it was safe. Then his pupils tightened, because he saw that the young man who stunned him was standing not far away.

Bill is a smart man. He didn't take revenge or ask questions at the first time, but ran away.

Because he concluded that he was not the opponent of this mysterious young man, which was told by his intuition, and his intuition also told him that the handsome and silent young man not far away was an extremely dangerous person. Extremely dangerous.

As soon as he moved his feet, he would leave quietly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't run away casually." As soon as he moved under his feet, the man's voice floated faintly.

Pastor Bill stepped into the air and fell down again. He summoned up the courage to ask, "Who are you? We have never met and never know each other. Not to mention hatred. Have you found the wrong person? Bill suppressed his fear and said calmly. But his eyes swept around on the man. But no matter how you look at this person, you don't have any impression.

He is very young and wears a dress similar to a magician's apprentice. But the figure is powerful and the lines are tough. Obviously, I have practiced martial arts. Although he is not tall, he gives people a sense of silent oppression.

"Don't worry, I have no hatred. I'm just asking you to preside over the funeral." The silent young man said.

Bill then noticed that in front of the young man, there was a low tomb. Looking at the fresh soil and stones on the tomb, it was obviously just piled up. Bill was relieved and said a little, "It turns out that you invited me to preside over the funeral, but it's just that you are kind. The goddess is merciful. Will I still refuse?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the young man. Stand in front of the grave.

"Please, Reverend, Anne has been very devout in the goddess of light all her life. She hopes that after her death, a noble priest of the temple will preside over her funeral."

"Anne, do you mean that dirty prostitute?" Bill was surprised.

The young man suddenly turned around and stared at Bill, revealing deep sadness in his eyes. He only heard him say word by word, "Anne has never stopped paying offerings to the temple in her life. Her faith in the goddess of light is really touching. And you are the so-called servant of God who eats the grain she worships to the goddess. But he is worried about the origin of a believer. Didn't the goddess say, 'As long as you believe in her, you will be saved'? So you, a servant of God, are you qualified to say that a believer is dirty? In my heart, she is ten thousand times cleaner than you.

"You..." Bill trembled angrily and pointed to the young man and wanted to scold him back. But after half a sound, he calmed down.

"Yes, you're right. I shouldn't judge Anne like this. She is indeed a rare devout believer in Canaan. Although she was engaged in that profession, the high priest did not allow her to enter the temple to pray. But every month, she will come to the temple to contribute offerings, rain or shine. Annie is a very poor woman. God has mercy on the world. You're right. As long as you believe in a goddess, you will be saved. No matter what profession she is from, in the eyes of the goddess, everyone is equal. I'm going to preside over Anne's funeral!"

When Bill said this, the young man looked at him with a little surprise and didn't say anything, just nodded slowly. Take a step back and give up the position in front of the grave.

Bill stood in front of Anne's humble grave, with fresh soil mixed with a few leaves. He stood quietly and began to recite prayers.

"When you have run the road, you have kept the way you believe. You are originally a guest on this earth, and now you want to return to the heavenly family you belong to and enjoy eternal rest in the arms of God..."

Bill read the eulogy slowly and solemnly. With his voice, little by little white light fell from the void, covering a layer in front of Anne's grave. From a distance, it was like a thin layer of white snow. The insects and birds are singing, the river is gurgling, but there is a heavy sadness in the beautiful scenery.

"Anne, death is not the end. The body belongs to dust, and the soul belongs to heaven. Go ahead, the goddess will forgive you for all your mistakes." With the end of Bill's eulogy, on Anne's grave, the white light flashed, and a virtual shadow flew out of Anne's grave and slowly rose, as if she was about to leave the world.

The virtual shadow is very similar to that of Anne before she was alive, but the Anne in the virtual shadow closed her eyes and had a blank expression on her face. It's like losing your soul.

Anne's soul rose slowly, and the sky above opened a virtual door of light, which was the door of angels that could not be seen by the human eye, the gate of heaven. Two beautiful white little angels flew out of the door. They sprinkled beautiful petals to welcome the rise of Anne's soul.

Bill looked at the light door and said in surprise, "It's a two-winged angel. I didn't expect Anne's soul to be so pure and her faith was so religious."

However, just as Anne's soul was about to enter the light door, a white knife light suddenly crossed the light door, and the knife light was awe-inspiring and murderous. The light gate and the two little angels were bombarded into pieces in the blink of an eye. It turned into photoelectricity and dissipated in the air.

"What are you doing?" Bill asked angrily.

Next to him, a young man with an indifferent face was putting the knife body into the scabbard.

"Although I don't mind Annie's faith, Anne's soul belongs to her own. I don't want Anne's soul to become the nourishment of that bitch, the goddess of light." The young man said calmly, stretching out his hand and chanting a few spells.

"Buzz~~" Strange energy fluctuations rippled in the sky. Anne, who was at a loss in the sky, suddenly appeared a lot of green light around her body, and the green light wrapped Anne's soul. Annie's face gradually showed a serene look, and then her body became lighter and lighter, and finally dissipated in the air.

Bill beside him said in surprise, "Is this requiem? This is magic, and only the priest of God can do it. How did you learn it?

The young man looked at Anne's soul completely dissipated and sighed, "Anne, the goddess will forgive you."

After saying that, he smiled faintly: "The magic? It's ridiculous!"

[Sorry, I went back to my hometown yesterday.]