You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Shen Jie lay on the beach, barely alive, her vacant eyes staring at the terrifying black moon, her consciousness gradually fading.

My legs and upper body, which had been in excruciating pain from the burns, have begun to slowly lose sensation, and my body feels lighter and lighter—it doesn't hurt anymore, that's wonderful.

Why did the artillery fire stop? Maybe they ran out of shells.

The girl turned her head with difficulty—without the cover of artillery fire, countless shadows had already surrounded her in layers upon layers.

One of the shadows was taller than the others and was slowly walking towards him.

Its right claw suddenly formed a sharp spike and stabbed towards its own heart.

"This shouldn't hurt too much, right?" Shen Jie closed her eyes.

The girl heard a gunshot, and when she opened her eyes again, the shadow was already lying on the ground and beginning to dissipate.

Who...who is it...?

The army of shadows let out a terrifying scream—just like the day Master Shihui first appeared in the mirror under the bridge. Then, the army of shadows was scattered, and an armored man burst in.

The man had long, flowing hair and wore a black half-body suit of... metal armor? (Shen Jie wasn't quite sure what to call it). He was also wearing an exaggeratedly large red cloak, with a white cloth wrapped around his waist hanging down. He held a long curved knife in his right hand and a short curved knife in his left.

Looking at his face, I noticed he was wearing a mask.

His eyes are so clear.

And it seems like I've seen it somewhere before.

Who was it again? ...

The man wielded two knives, one long and one short, like windmills, and every now and then he would pull out a hunting rifle from his red cloak and fire a shot. It would seem physically difficult to do this without three or four hands.

His movements were so fast that the girl could barely see him draw and sheath his gun.

After processing one-third of them, the remaining Shadows scattered and fled in all directions.

The man turned his head, tucked the two curved swords, one long and one short, back into his waistband, ripped off the red cloak from his back, and, still with his head turned, covered himself with the cloak.

Shen Jie tried to wrap herself tightly in the red cloth, but she couldn't move at all.

The man turned back, squatted down beside him, and reached out to cover him with his cloak, covering his entire body except for his head.

Those eyes…could it be Yu Bo? Isn't Yu Bo a Western priest? And what's with that Eastern-style armor? It looks like something I've seen in the TV series "Three Kingdoms"…?

Yu Bo placed his right gauntlet on the girl's forehead.

The man murmured Latin words that Shen Jie couldn't understand, and a warm current flowed from the priest's right hand throughout the girl's body—her pain lessened, she regained consciousness, and her strength seemed to have recovered considerably.

Shen Jie wrapped the red cloth tighter around herself and slowly stood up: "Is it you?"

"Can't you recognize me like this?" the man joked, then bent over and coughed violently. The armor on his body and the two swords at his waist gradually faded and finally disappeared into the air.

When she looked up again, the mask was gone, and Shen Jie saw Yu Bo's somewhat pale face.

"Ah! Brother Bo, your mouth is bleeding!" Shen Jie exclaimed.

--split line--

Xiao Yao finally found Yu Luying in the private room where he had dinner with Yu Texuan when he first arrived.

"What are you doing here? Brother Bo said he couldn't find you here. Luckily, I came looking for you again." Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, went up and hugged her, and scolded her.

Yu Luying hugged him tightly back: "I didn't know where you went. There were too many shadows, so I could only hide here and there. Why did you only come now?"

"It's my fault, it's my fault, I'm late," Xiao Yao quickly comforted him.

Seeing that Yu Luying had calmed down a bit, Xiao Yao took out his communicator and reported the situation to Yu Bo.

"Brother Bo, I found the big sheep. How's Shen Jie?"

"Shen Jie is fine now. This is Daiyu. Brother Bo should be fine after a rest." The voice on the other end was very noisy, and Xiao Yao could barely guess what Daiyu was saying.

"Let me say a few words to my uncle." Yu Luying reached out and took the communicator: "Uncle Yu Bo, I'm fine, don't worry."

After Yu Luying finished speaking, she waited for a while, but then fell silent on the other end of the communicator.

"It seems the signal is bad." Yu Luying returned the communicator to Xiao Yao.

“This isn’t the place to talk,” Xiao Yao said, pulling Yu Luying’s wrist. “Come on, come with me!”

"Where is my grandfather? Where is he now?" Yu Luying suddenly asked.

"Grandpa is in the Communion on the first floor. Let's take the stairs."

"Let's use the elevator, quick."

"Row."

Xiao Yao held Yu Luying's hand and took her back to the Holy Body Room in the elevator. The journey was surprisingly smooth.

"Big Sheep..." When Yu Texuan saw Yu Luying come in, he disregarded his leg injury and tried to stand up shakily.

"Why aren't you calling me grandpa yet?" Yu Baolu's rebuke was actually quite inappropriate.

"Grandpa!" Yu Luying rushed over and hugged the old man tightly.

"Oh, my dear granddaughter..."

After hugging the old man, Yu Luying gave Yu Baolu a brief hug, and then hugged Xiao Yao.

"Hey, hey, okay, okay." Yu Luying not only hugged herself, but also kissed herself, her little tongue sticking in and swirling around in the boy's mouth.

What's going on? Xiao Yao was a little stunned.

This is happening in front of your grandfather and uncle, in front of the Holy Sacrament...

Xiao Yao quickly and gently pushed the girl away, respectfully made the sign of the cross, and bowed to the Holy Body.

As he was chanting, he noticed that the old man and Yu Baolu were looking at each other, and Lu Ziya also had a very disdainful expression.

When Yu Luying saw Xiao Yao bowing, she seemed to remember something and quickly copied him.

Normally, you have to take off your shoes before entering the Communion, but given the urgency of the situation, we can't worry about that now.

The small communal room was as peaceful and serene as ever. The rectangular room, a mere dozen square meters, contained a dozen chairs, the air conditioner humming softly, the carpet was plush, and a comforting scent filled the air.

To the right rear of the room is a shoe rack, to the left front corner is a standing central air conditioner, and directly in front is a simple square altar with no cross or icon, only a standing "Blessed Sacramento".

The so-called "Hymn of the Blessed Sacrament" is actually a metal vessel. The base and support resemble a metal candlestick, while the top is circular with slender, sunburst-like metal extensions densely surrounding the circular main body. At the center of the main body is a large piece—actually two large circular pieces of glass—in which sits a piece of unleavened white bread, which is the so-called Eucharist.

Based on what Yu Bo had taught in catechism class, Xiao Yao knew that this bread (the so-called "Holy Body") symbolized—no, not just symbolized, but "was" the real presence of God. Previously, he had been skeptical and uncertain about this, even harboring some rather disrespectful conjectures, but now…

"Grandpa, why is this a sanctuary?" Yu Luying asked after carefully observing the sacred body.

Lucia chanted in a trance: “In Him there is life, and that life is the light of mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never overcome Him. The true light that shines on everyone is entering the world; He is already in the world, through whom the world was created, but the world does not know Him.”

"Huh?" Yu Luying said.

“Hehehe, silly granddaughter,” Yu Texuan stroked his white beard and replied, “The Holy Body is here, which means the Lord is here, so of course the Shadow cannot get close.”

“Oh, I see. I never knew that. I really should learn more from Grandpa in the future…” Yu Luying said as she slowly moved closer to Yu Texuan.

Xiao Yao felt increasingly uneasy, and his longsword was already drawn: "Don't move! You're not Yu Luying, who are you?"

"What are you saying, Xiao Yao?" "Yu Luying" said with a charming smile, "If I'm not Yu Luying, then who am I?"

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Luying suddenly raised one hand, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"Grandpa, be careful!" Xiao Yao thrust his sword forward, but he was still half a step too slow.

The blade in Yu Luying's hand sliced ​​accurately across the old man's back, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Aaaaah!" Yu Texuan screamed in agony.

Chapter 315 The Thirty-Six Transformations of a Bad Woman

2023-08-31

The blade in Yu Luying's hand sliced ​​accurately across the old man's back, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Aaaaah!" Yu Texuan screamed in agony.

"Yu Luying" moved with both hands simultaneously. Her right hand had just cut open the old man's skin and flesh when her left hand went through the cut Zhongshan suit, underwear, and the flying blood and flesh wound, and forcibly pulled out... some small object. Then she rolled on the spot and rolled directly under the altar.

Because of the confined space, Xiao Yao hesitated to use his full strength when he drew his sword, fearing Yu Texuan's presence, and ended up striking empty air. While he was still in shock, he heard Yu Texuan, Yu Baolu, and Lu Jia scream in unison. When he looked up, he saw that "Yu Luying" had already stood up and casually picked up "Holy Body Light" in her hand.

"Put the Holy Body down!" Yu Baolu shouted sternly.

Yu Luying ignored Yu Baolu and looked at Xiao Yao, saying, "Xiao Yao, you're really heartless. She just gave you her first kiss, and you're going to kill her right after. Waaah."

The three words "嘤嘤嘤" were pronounced with the mouth according to standard pronunciation.

Xiao Yao ignored him and focused on thrusting his sword again, but "Yu Luying" shouted sharply, "Don't move! If you dare to move an inch, I'll destroy this thing!"

Yu Luying had already placed one hand on the center of the "Holy Light," resting it on the thin membrane: "Let's see who's faster, you or me?"

"I've lived this long, and this is the first time I've ever seen someone use a flatbread as a hostage," Xiao Yao thought.

"Xiao Yao, don't move!" Yu Baolu's voice trembled slightly. "Girl, no matter who you are, put down the Holy Body first. The Holy Robe is yours, I don't want it. Xiao Yao, listen to me, let her go."

Saint Cloth? Is that the thing she just pulled out from under the old man's skin? Xiao Yao thought, are you playing at unleashing your cosmos?

So, the "Saint Cloth" was actually their real target?

Yu Luying let out a silvery laugh: "I'm not stupid. Of course I'll wait until it's safe before releasing the hostages."

Xiao Yao: "..."