Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned closer, lowered her voice, and spoke with a hint of coquetry and anticipation:

"Darling, let's give the church a miracle."

Having believers is something that can't be achieved by just saying nice things; it takes too long to work.

You need to let them see something supernatural with their own eyes.

Only then will they truly believe wholeheartedly.

"With a miracle, they won't leave even if you try to drive them away."

Lin Feng glanced around the church's interior and then nodded.

"no problem.

Miracles are easy, I can do them for you in no time.

I'll help you calm down first.

He then stood for a moment in each of the four corners of the church, in the east, west, south, and north.

He made a few seemingly random gestures in the air with his fingers.

Invisible spiritual energy patterns silently embedded themselves into the walls and floor.

He set up a very simple meditation array. Once activated, anyone who entered the church's perimeter would be affected.

An invisible force will soothe the anxiety and distracting thoughts in your heart.

You will feel calm, peaceful and serene.

This effect is the most basic and practical for a newly established church.

After setting up the tranquility array, Lin Feng walked to the podium and asked, "When do you plan to ask for a miracle?"

Sarah's eyes lit up: "Anytime is fine?"

"Of course, it's not something that can be done simply by having hands."

He pointed to the area directly in front of the podium and said to Sarah:

"Put a donation box here and put some cash in it as an incentive."

Send someone to steal it; your followers will be absolutely stunned.

Set up a small killing array around the donation box, and embed several lightning spells inside it. Anyone who moves it will die.

This is a miracle.

Lin Feng wouldn't have been able to draw something like the Thunder Spirit Talisman in the past.

But ever since he acquired the Thunder Spirit Body and absorbed the thunderous power of the Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulations,

His mastery of the laws of lightning had reached a level of perfection; drawing a few lightning talismans was as easy as pie.

The triggering mechanism for this formation is very simple.

If anyone reaches into the donation box without authorization, the killing formation will be activated instantly.

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, instantly killing the person who stole the money.

Once believers witness such a scene, the propaganda effect will be absolutely phenomenal.

Even stealing money from the donation box will get you struck by lightning, so who would dare to question the Black Lotus Sect's divine power?

Sarah's eyes lit up after hearing Lin Feng's description, and she quickly nodded and said:

"Okay! I'll have someone take care of it right away!"

Just then, Lin Feng's phone rang.

Not many people know his phone number, maybe only about ten people at most, and almost no one calls him directly.

He took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID. He frowned; the caller ID showed a virtual number.

This surprised him somewhat.

Lin Feng was curious to see who it was.

"Hey, Lao Lin! Help! I only have five minutes to talk to you!"

Zhao Gang's hurried and flustered voice came from the other end of the phone. His voice was low and urgent, as if he was speaking while covering the microphone, and it trembled slightly.

Hearing the familiar voice on the phone, Lin Feng was a little surprised, not expecting it to be his childhood friend Zhao Gang.

Although the two had a good relationship, well, between men, when they live far apart, there's not much point in chatting all the time.

You can't just pick up the phone and ask, "Have you eaten?" and then just stand there awkwardly.

So the two haven't spoken on the phone for quite some time.

Lin Feng: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Zhao Gang then explained at top speed, his voice filled with frustration and lingering fear:

"I was traveling in the Philippines and met a woman at a bar. She was quite pretty, and we got along very well. I thought my luck with love had finally arrived."

After we got back to the hotel room, before I could even react, four burly men rushed in, pinned me to the bed, and started beating me up.

They said I slept with their boss's woman, and demanded money to settle the matter privately.

Either cripple one of my legs.

I've been scammed!

The person has been kidnapped and taken to some godforsaken place, all they know is a villa.

They want me to pay 200,000 to ransom them.

Old Lin, two hundred thousand! I only brought three thousand US dollars with me on this trip.

They've maxed out my credit cards, where am I supposed to get so much money?!

"Two hundred thousand, it's nothing, don't worry."

Lin Feng wasn't surprised at all after hearing this, and his tone was very calm.

After all, there's nothing in the world that Lin Feng can't handle right now.

If something can be solved with money, then it's not a big deal.

Two hundred thousand US dollars is nothing to Lin Feng now; the rake from a single betting game is more than that.

"Lin Feng, didn't you used to work overseas?"

I contacted you because I knew you had many connections.

Do you know any big overseas Chinese figures in Southeast Asia?

Ideally, it should be someone who has influence and can speak for others in the local area.

My main fear is that even after the money is transferred, these bastards will still kill me and silence me.

Zhao Gang lowered his voice even further, speaking entirely in the Shaanxi dialect.

He spoke almost in a whisper, his voice filled with deep fear.

"These guys have absolutely no credibility. I saw them drag someone who had paid the ransom out, beat him half to death, and leave him on the roadside."

They also said that if I didn't come up with 200,000 yuan, they would sell me to a killer group and make me work for them for the rest of my life.

"Then why don't you just become an assassin and switch careers to do something more exciting?"

Lin Feng couldn't help but make a joke.

"How am I supposed to do this job?!"

"Old Lin, you're joking, right? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Zhao Gang's voice was almost choked with tears; he was clearly terrified and had no interest in responding to Lin Feng's joke.

"They said that the pledge to join the assassin group is to first randomly kill a passerby."

"Old Lin, think about it. How could I possibly do something so horrific as to randomly pick someone on the street and kill them?"

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh, but laughter aside, he still had to help his childhood friend in need.

"Alright, I'll try to find some connections."

Tell them the money will arrive this afternoon, and tell them not to touch you.

"Okay, okay, Brother Feng! Thank you so much! You can lend me the money first, and I'll definitely pay you back later, even if I have to sell everything I own!"

If you can really get me out of this hellhole, you'll be my real dad!

The kidnappers will send you the card number.

I'm not talking to you anymore, they're coming to take my phone, if I hit them again they're going to beat me up—"

A harsh, shouting voice came from the other end of the phone, and then the call was cut off.

Lin Feng looked at the words "Call Ended" on his phone screen and couldn't help but laugh again, shaking his head.

I never expected my childhood friend Zhao Gang to have such an experience. He went to the Philippines for fun and still got kidnapped. His luck is unbelievable.

Sarah, who was standing nearby, listened intently.

She asked curiously, "Honey, what's wrong? You're laughing like that; it doesn't seem like something bad is going on?"

Lin Feng briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter.