Chapter 338 Jesus also needed twelve disciples to preach
The couple imprisoned by the holy light looked towards the gate with uncontrollable fear in their eyes. The thick fog had been dispelled, but outside the gate there was a group of livestock staring at them hungrily.
They wanted to struggle and escape, but it was useless. The livestock did not dare to step into the realm of holy light, and the couple had no way to break free from the shackles of holy light.
Outside the door was a group of anomalies that must not be encountered. Not only was the protective door opened, but fog was trying to pour into the house.
Moreover, he was tied up, and the current situation was hopeless.
The couple closed their eyes and began to wait for death, praying in their hearts that the pain of death would not be too slow.
But after waiting for a long time, the couple realized that they were not dead. The person who broke into their house was rummaging through the drawers and had no intention of doing anything to them.
Outside the door, although the herd of livestock wanted to rush in, neither the thick fog nor the livestock could cross the threshold. The male owner, who had considerable experience in raising livestock, could immediately see that the livestock were afraid.
On the other side, Mo Cheng was turning over all the things in the boxes and cabinets in the house. For some reason, he found it very interesting to do this and mess up a well-organized place. He had not done this since he was seven or eight years old.
Because my mother will see and beat me.
Although he had turned out everything, Mo Cheng found nothing. There were no diaries or papers or other things that recorded information, and no strange-looking items. The things he found were all ordinary daily necessities.
Even the deepest hidden one was just a small box containing a silver ring and a purse containing a dozen silver lions.
"What are you looking for?"
Just as Mo Cheng was looking down at the things he had found in silence, wondering if his method was wrong, the imprisoned male owner asked hesitantly .
Mo Cheng looked at the male host and answered openly without hiding anything, "Look for clues about this thick fog and any anomalies. See if we can find any clues about the followers of the evil god."
“Evil God believer!” Like the locals in Hiroshima and Nagasaki who heard that the little boy was about to arrive, the man looked like he had PTSD from the evil God believers. His eyes and his voice was as sharp as a tomcat in heat. “Mo Cheng, are you saying that all this was caused by the evil God believers?”
"Do you know me?"
Mo Cheng asked a nonsense question. This house was not far from his home. Given the traffic environment in this place, it would be strange if he didn't recognize it. Not to mention that Mo Cheng didn't go through any disguise when he went out.
Seeing the strange looks the couple gave him, Mo Cheng answered casually, "I was attacked by something in the thick fog before, and I got hit on the head. My mind is still fuzzy now. But because of this, I awakened the Holy Light, and now I'm a professional."
Mo Cheng didn't care whether the couple believed his perfunctory words or not, but the couple seemed to believe it. "I am the manager of your work."
A manager at work?
Mo Cheng recalled the contents of the diary and uttered a name in confusion, "Dad Wilson?"
As he spoke, Mo Cheng untied the restraints on the two people. Seeing that there was no sign of any abnormality in their bodies, he felt somewhat relieved.
These two couples probably still belong to the category of [normal humans], and saving them would probably be considered an achievement or a side quest.
Father Wilson rubbed his head. So many things had happened from just now till now that they couldn't handle it all at once.
First, the door of their home was opened, and the thick fog was about to drift in without any obstruction, turning them into animals. Then another person came into the house, subdued them, and rummaged through their belongings.
And this person is Mo Cheng, whom he has watched grow up since childhood, and he has the ability to resist the thick fog and heal their alienation.
"What are your plans now?"
Mo Cheng lowered his head and thought for a while, but still insisted on the original plan, "Search each room one by one to see if you can find any clues about the abnormal fog and the evil god's followers. If you encounter someone who has begun to change like you, save them. The house cannot completely block the fog."
As he spoke, Mo Cheng asked Father Wilson, "Do you want to come with me? Simply closing the door won't stop us for long."
Mo Cheng didn't know if there was anything in the house that could block the thick fog, but looking at the expressions of Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, it was obvious that staying in the house was just chronic suicide.
The door was broken as early as when Mo Cheng came in. It would be more accurate to say that Wilson and his wife had no choice but to follow Mo Cheng rather than asking questions.
"Are there any other people around? I mean people like you who are still sane and in human form."
Compared to Mo Cheng who had no idea what was happening here, Father Wilson was obviously more aware of the surrounding environment. "Old William's family, the Barrs family, the Rodan family, the Ross family... There are some who no longer look like human beings, but I don't know if they are still rational."
Father Wilson's words made Mo Cheng feel that he had made the right choice. Although he failed to find any clues about the evil god's followers, just knowing how to get there and which family needed help was enough information to attract Mo Cheng's attention.
"What are you waiting for? The Lamb of the Lord is suffering."
Holy Light has always been the unique power of the Church of Light. Although this is just a village around a small fishing port and not everyone knows what the Holy Light is, it does not prevent Mo Cheng from becoming the person chosen by the Holy Light.
The three of them pried open the doors of everyone's homes along the way, and then Mo Cheng continued to repeat what happened before. First, he used holy light to heal the people in the house and cured them from their alienated state.
Then, after restraining their bodies, Mo Cheng went to rummage through the drawers and boxes. He didn't know if it was a subconscious behavior due to playing the game too much, but he always felt that there would be clues to pass the level or precious equipment hidden in the cabinets in the villagers' homes.
As for Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, they explained the current situation to the owner of the house.
Although Mo Cheng himself didn't know what the situation was, it seemed that Wilson's father and his wife seemed to have imagined some situations. Mo Cheng had no intention of caring about it. After living in such an environment for so long, it was obviously normal to have different degrees of self-imagination about various situations.
And with what Father Wilson said, Mo Cheng no longer needed to think about how to convince anyone. He could concentrate on finding clues and saving others at the same time.
“No wonder Jesus had to take twelve disciples with him when he preached. With help, no matter what you do, you will progress much faster.”
It was impossible to tell time in the heavy fog, and one could only roughly determine whether it was day or night. Mo Cheng used his heartbeat as a timer. About two hours later, nearly thirty people were following him.
Mo Cheng always felt something was weird about the way they looked at him.
