I Can Absorb Spiritual Contamination

"I can absorb mental pollution (

"Papa!"

"Papa!"

The skinny old man grabbed the handrail and climbed up the stairs at an extremely fast speed for a person of this age. Because of too much force, her eyeballs protruded, her forehead was exposed, and her head shook step by step, as if it would be due to the size of the body at any time. The amplitude swings and falls.

Cheng Lin followed her to prevent her from falling down suddenly. The chicken thief took two steps and was a little bit twisted. He wanted to go back, but he saw his house door creaked and closed by the wind, and his face paled: "That's it, I forgot to bring the key!"

Cheng Lin said, "Then go find the property together later, by the way, what's your name?"

"It can only be this way, my name is Li Fei."

"Ok."

Very common name.

Cheng Lin, who has the same common name, thought, and then saw the old man stepped on a can and slapped her feet, and hurriedly supported her: "Grandma, go slowly, pay attention to your feet."

This is an extremely old community that lacks people to clean. The corridors are piled with debris and rubbish, exuding a faint smell. From time to time, there is a can lying in the corner with a flat stomach, as if groaning and hoping for someone. Pick it up.

"You guys are such a good person, you must eat more bowls of dumplings I made later." The old man said.

"Thank you, grandma," Cheng Lin said.

He just took advantage of the time to help her and glanced at the other person's neck and found that there was nothing unusual except that it was longer than an ordinary person. This should be a normal person.

‘According to the habit of the Guangming Sect, this old man is likely to be physically disabled, so he was drawn into the church, hoping to be saved by the Guangming, haha, this is their usual trick. Cheng Lin thought lightly, but secretly unzipped the gun bag so that he could take it out at any time.

The old man climbed the stairs very slowly. After a long time, she stopped at the door of Room 814.

The 8th floor seems to be very old, the paint on the walls is very serious, and it looks like it has been unoccupied for a long time.

"Here, come in quickly."

The old man coughed, opened the door of the room, and walked in first.

Cheng Lin looked inside. The room itself was poorly lit, and the curtains were not opened. At first glance, it looked dark and could not see anything, but could smell the rich smell of meat.

Tightening the gun bag tightly again, Cheng Lin followed in with a little confidence in his heart, and then called back: "Li Fei, don't froze, you can come in too..."

Before he finished speaking, room 801 at the opposite door suddenly came into view.

"801? Why is 814 here?" Cheng Lin was taken aback suddenly.

No, there are only three rooms on each floor in this building. Where did 814 come from?

It's weird, be careful...

Cheng Lin thought, suddenly learning someone's operation, picked up the broom at hand, and was about to jam the door.

Suddenly, the door was suddenly moved by the wind before he could take it.

Li Fei was yelling, not moving for a moment: "Hey, I haven't entered yet..."

Bang!

This door was so thick that it cut off his voice at once.

"..." Cheng Lin.

Shit! I almost blocked the door! The **** is too much!

At this moment, the old lady turned her head and stared at him with prominent eyes: "What are you doing with the broom?"

"hiss!"

It's okay for this old lady not to look back. Her eyes looked like a cat in the night. Cheng Lin was so scared to breathe that she swallowed and said, "Grandma, the ground is a bit dirty. I'll help you sweep it." "

As he said, he moved quickly and made a few fake moves, sweeping the dust and getting into his nostrils and mouth one after another.

"Bah, baah." Damn, how long has no one lived in this house... Cheng Lin's eyes were a little dull.

"Oh, boy, you really have a good heart."

The old man nodded, walked into the kitchen, and brought out a soup bowl larger than a human head.

"Don't worry, they will come a little later. This is the freshly made dumpling. You can taste it first. After eating, the stomach is very smooth." The old man smiled and put the soup bowl on the table and pulled the chair away. Boy, sit down."

Cheng Lin sat down slightly guarded. Although he judged that the old lady was just an ordinary person who believed in the Illuminati, he was not sure if there were any monsters in this room. He still has a shadow on the last visit to Guangsha Street, where the poorest people were the most.

"Huh, Cheng Lin, be calm! You are a consummate martial artist with four orifices, don't be afraid, ordinary monsters can't beat you! Be bolder, come on!" Cheng Linyiyan sat down and cheered himself up. .

After going back this time, I will try to break through the six tricks!

He carefully glanced at the soup bowl, and found that there was a lot of dough floating in the white round and round one. He pierced one with chopsticks, and the soup was mixed with minced meat.

‘It’s okay! Not eyeballs or other strange things! ’

Cheng Lin picked up one and tasted it. It was confirmed that it was the smell of pork, with the fragrance of green onion and the slightly salty mustard.

"Grandma, sit down and eat together." Cheng Lin said.

"It's okay, you eat first. I'll wait for the faithful to come, and then eat together. There is still a lot in it." The old man smiled kindly and looked at Cheng Lin.

"Young man, have you heard of the afterglow of light?" the old man asked again.

This time, without waiting for Cheng Lin’s answer, she took the lead in popularizing science: "We are different from the general Guangming Sect. Long ago, the sky was polluted and the earth was burned. It was the light that saved us. He is everywhere. But there are always people who doubt that Guangming is right."

You seem to be trying to persuade a professional anti-counterfeiting staff...Well, this dumpling tastes good. No wonder every time someone is arrested, someone quickly admits it. I suspect that they are not believers at all, they are just simply eating food...

Cheng Lin looked at her: "You continue, I will listen."

His purpose was to find Old Wu, so he didn't rush to leave, just watch the changes.

The old lady continued: "There are many people spreading the blessings of the light, but the light is always not recognized. This is because the people who spread it are wrong! It is the people of the Guangming religion, and they spread false beliefs!"

"Cough!" Cheng Lin was choked, seeing the other's concerned eyes, and hurriedly said: "I'm fine, why do you say that?"

The old man was very satisfied with his reaction, put his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and prayed: "The only thing that can spread the light and bring the light to the homes of every citizen of the Federation is our bright afterglow. We are the survivors of the light. The heir of the Lord is the hope that He gives to the world.

"With the afterglow of our light, sing to him, praise him, and he will come back to the earth."

"Oh~"

Cheng Lin suddenly realized.

This so-called bright afterglow is a minority!

The Illuminati is very large, secretly intertwined, and it has derived many branches, including the salvation of the sinner, the instinct sect, etc., all of which are Illuminati. There are hundreds of branches, large and small, and the one that spreads the most light is this. Three.

The other minorities, because they were not competitive enough, began to try to make a fuss on some small means, but changing the soup without changing the medicine, it is still the same trick, which is to continue to advertise themselves as the special one. This came to brainwash and compete for believers.

Cheng Lin was full and drunk, so he didn't want to listen to the old lady's continued nagging, and interrupted: "Grandma~www.ltnovel.com~When will the other congregations come?"

"Quickly, don't worry." The old man's eyebrows frowned, as if being interrupted in praise of Guangming made her very unhappy.

"Is there a man surnamed Wu? He is probably so tall and so fat," Cheng Lin gestured.

"Yes, I said, don't worry, as long as you truly believe in my lord, serve my lord, and plead with my lord, he will satisfy you." The old man followed the temptation.

Cheng Lin thought for a while, and suddenly said, "If Old Wu recommends, I can join the church."

The old man's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Cheng Lin nodded: "Really!"

"Hehe, then I'll call him." The old man touched his neck and said with a smile.

"Thank you, grandma." Cheng Lin felt more relaxed. Looking at the other's attitude, Old Wu seemed to be in touch with them often.

It seems that things have not gone to the worst. This is just an ordinary Illuminati den. I want to take Lao Wu away and let the leaders criticize him. As a public official, he actually believes in a cult...

Suddenly, Cheng Lin was a little puzzled: "Grandma, why are you sitting still? Don't you go to Lao Wu?"

The old man's voice became muddy: "Yes, he is here."

As soon as the voice fell, the old man's head trembled like chaff, and her turtleneck sweater suddenly bulged up and moved up.

Click! Click!

The bones were rubbing, and then, a hairline moved back, the head of a man with white temples came out, and the old woman's head was retracted into the collar, and the original position was replaced by the man.

He opened his closed eyes slowly, rolling his eyes up and down like weightlessness a few times before stopping, looking at Cheng Lin, smiling: "It's Xiaocheng, they said you are looking for me."

Cheng Lin's pupils shrank, and suddenly stood up: "Old Wu...!"