My Summons Can Learn Skills

The next day, in the morning.

The sun rises, darkness and evil recede, and the earth returns to light.

The soul-returning corpses that raged all night all retreated to the sewers or other dark and cramped corners.

Licking the wound or aftertaste the aftertaste of the hunt last night, waiting for the next night.

Chen Gou left the jewellery shop that had been curled up for the night and came to the checkpoint at the border between the Red Hook District and Manhattan.

Due to the fall of the Red Hook District, the New York Security Council blocked it completely, and all those who wanted to go out had to undergo strict screening.

The screening method is not complicated and results can be obtained within a few seconds.

Just use a medical ultraviolet lamp to scan the skin surface. If there are no peristaltic stripes, it proves that it has not been infected.

Otherwise, they will be caught on the spot, then isolated, and even humanely destroyed.

Chen Gou passed safely quickly.

Compared to the Red Hook District, Manhattan, which is still under human control, is obviously much more prosperous.

The rich are still feasting, drunk and dreaming.

It seems that all human beings have one thing in common-you can't cry without seeing the coffin.

Chen Gou inquired all the way and soon came to St. Benedict's Cathedral on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

He certainly does not remember the name of this church. There are many churches in Manhattan, but this is the only one presided over by the cardinal.

Paul, the archbishop in red, knows the whereabouts of "fallen light".

St. Benedict’s Cathedral was built in the nineteenth century. It is a 1.5-square-foot neo-Gothic classic building, just like a castle, which shows that the archbishop is quite good.

Chen Gou walked into the door and directly handed the priest in charge of the reception a gold ring that was raided from the jewelry store last night, and asked to meet the archbishop.

This proves that money can make ghosts punish this law everywhere.

Practice proved useful, and Chen Gou secretly named it "Chen's First Law".

Chen Gou was quickly led into the archbishop's study, and saw the archbishop with a red cap on his head, a black robe and a long red belt around his waist.

The archbishop raised his head from behind the desk, glanced at the young Chen Gou, then lowered his head to write something: "My boy, if you want to repent, start now. I only have five minutes for you."

"If confession is useful, why are the demons out there raging so far without seeing God's light?" Chen Gou grinned and sat down on the opposite chair and smiled.

English is the official language of the Holy See of Canglan World Covenant, so Chen Gou and the archbishop have no obstacles in communication.

The archbishop raised his head again, staring at him this time and said: "It seems that you are not here to repent, so let's talk about your true purpose."

"I need'fallen light'." Chen Gou tapped his finger on the smooth mahogany table top.

"Falling Light is an extremely precious cultural relic. With all due respect, you don't seem to have enough funds to exchange it for it." The archbishop glanced sideways, pursing his mouth.

"Excuse me, what is "sufficient" referred to by the Bishop?"

"Five million dollars worth of gold."

Chen Gou smiled and said, "I have something more precious than five million dollars of gold."

"for example?"

"Practice God's will and use the'fallen light' to destroy the blood outside."

"I have not received such a will from God... Your Excellency, please go back. The mayor would like to ask me to speak at the charity dinner tonight. I still have a speech to write."

If the words are not speculative, the cardinal will send off the guests directly.

Chen Gou got up and left. When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Your Excellency, do you still have awe of God?"

The archbishop looked ugly and did not answer.

Chen Gou didn't expect his answer, so he left.

Is he worth five million dollars in gold?

No.

So Chen Gou either went to grab a certain treasury,

But he didn't plan to choose either.

robbery?

That's what a rough guy can do.

Crime is also an art, especially legal crime.

He wants to let this honest and sacred stick take the initiative to offer "fallen light"!

Throughout the day, Chen Gou spent time in a coffee shop that was still open.

In the evening, the archbishop drove away from the church to attend a charity party organized by the mayor.

In the dead of night, Chen Gou slipped in quietly through the back door of the church.

He brought a gift to the archbishop-a bloodworm in a sealed glass bottle.

This was brought by him from the Red Hook area. The guards at the checkpoint strictly checked the people who passed the customs, but they could not carefully search the luggage one by one.

From the beginning, Chen Gou expected that the archbishop would not cooperate.

The church does not have professional security and guards, and the defense is extremely lax. There is only a night watchman who is responsible for the night watch.

With Chen Gou's attributes, he didn't waste too much effort to move the night watchman away from the mountain by throwing stones and touch it into the church.

And in front of another desk in the archbishop's study room on the second floor, I found the priest who fell asleep on the table because he was too sleepy.

It was the one who accepted his money during the day before agreeing to introduce him to the archbishop.

Chen Gou poured out the bloodworm from the glass bottle and landed on the back of the priest's hand.

The blood worm sensed the blood flowing under the skin, and immediately recovered from the "weak" state, squirming excitedly, and penetrated into the skin...

After the parasites of blood worms, it will cause the human body to "abnormal" growth.

Until finally turned into the appearance of a returning soul corpse.

This process varies from person to person, usually within a week.

Chen Gou quietly followed the priest's situation every day.

It was discovered that from the third day onwards, he stopped showing up, using the excuse of being ill to stay behind closed doors.

He obviously realizes that he may have been infected. After all, newspapers and televisions have overwhelming reports every day, and the symptoms on his body are clear by comparison.

But he dared not speak up, nor did he dare to ask outsiders for help.

He knew very well what happened to those who were infected.

He would rather hide in the room alone to pray and confess to God than to be locked up as a monster.

He was then tied to a hospital bed with various medical devices inserted into his body, which became a test product, until he was dissected after losing its research value...

As for so many people in the Holy See, why did Chen Gou choose him?

It's simple, you have to do things after you receive the money!

In the evening three days later, Cardinal Paul was praying under the statue of Jesus nailed to the cross in the church.

Suddenly, a young priest who had just been hired limped and ran out of the side door next to him in a panic, his face full of horror.

"The bishop is not good, Father Enoch, he..."

"What's wrong with Father Yinuo, is he ill?" the bishop asked as he soothed.

The thin young priest swallowed his saliva and said, "No, he... he was infected and just killed Nonan with a disgusting tongue..."

The cardinal opened his eyes wide: "Impossible, Yinuo has never been to an infected area, how could he be infected..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped, because Father Yinuo, who had become a soul-returning corpse, appeared from the side door with a seemingly staggering but fierce step and rushed over.

"Bishop, what shall we do? Eno is already crazy!"

The young priest wanted to continue to escape, but it was too late. He broke his leg when he ran away, and the speed of retreat was not as fast as the old cardinal.

The thick and long fleshy tongue that is unique to the corpse of the returning soul ejected from Father Yinuo's open mouthparts, and it pierced his throat like lightning, stinging needles penetrated, and suddenly rolled his eyes and fell down weakly.

"Lord, save us, we are dead!"

"Lord, save us..."

In a critical juncture, the only thing the archbishop can do without the strength of his hands is to turn around and pray to the statue of Jesus.

This is the best thing in his life and the only thing he has learned.

When praying, he was already desperate.

After serving in the Holy See for decades, although he feared God in his heart, he had never seen God cast a miracle.

At this time, it was just a medical emergency.

However, this time the Lord really "appeared"!

"Sinner, what you have done in the past is eligible for the Lord's forgiveness and redemption?"

From behind the statue of Jesus, there was a majestic, hoarse voice.

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