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The astonishment on the old man's face soon turned into anger. He bowed his body slightly, as if he wanted to stand up, but in the end, his buttocks did not leave the seat, but his eyes widened and he glared at Han Xiaodong, as if he wanted to stand up. Killing the young man in front of him with his eyes, if it wasn't for his body shaking constantly, Han Xiaodong would have really regarded him as a tough guy.

"I have two questions. First, who is the woman enshrined in the place you ran out of just now? Second, where is the ice lotus?" The question was straight to the point. He asked directly, but the old man's eyes widened even wider.

Seeing the old man's reaction, Han Xiaodong sneered in his heart. He would never know the relationship between Han Xiaodong and Zhou Muyu, so this reaction must be because of Binglian. It seems that that thing has extraordinary meaning to them, and he must know Where is the ice lotus.

"Okay, if you don't want to talk about Binglian, just talk about the statue, can we talk about this?" Seeing the obvious hostility on the old man's face, Han Xiaodong sat opposite him, "Good "Understanding" lightened the burden for him first.

"That's our saint, Kasha, she is the person chosen by God, her power is omnipotent, she can even predict the future, if she wants to punish anyone, no matter where you are, she can make you forever! "Speaking of the statue, the old man's expression changed a lot, but he immediately changed his face again, squinting his eyes and asked fiercely: "Who are you? You dare to attack us. If you offend the saint, you will If you go to hell, your life will be worse than death! It’s still too late to repent!”

The old man praised his Goddess first, and then threatened Han Xiaodong, obviously putting pressure on him. Unfortunately, this kind of threat is no different from tickling in Han Xiaodong's view. He just spread his hands indifferently: " I'm not interested in your hell, let's talk about that saint, is your saint alive or dead?"

When the preacher heard that Han Xiaodong actually asked whether the saint was alive or dead, he immediately became excited, waved his arms and shouted loudly: "The saint is the savior who descended from God to the world! She is the hope of the future of the world! How dare you blaspheme the saint like this! The fire will burn you for seven hundred days! The devil will crush your soul with stones! You will surely go to hell! I curse you!"

Facing the old man's hysteria, Han Xiaodong sighed silently in his heart. It seems that this guy is really a fanatic. No wonder he can come to brainwash others. This guy has already been brainwashed.

"I'll say it again, I'm not interested in your hell, don't be so excited. In this way, let me ask another question, is your saint a real person? Or a legendary figure?"

In the face of this extreme fanatic, Han Xiaodong didn't want to make the relationship too rigid so early. For an old man, no matter what evil he has done, if he can ask the result peacefully, he is still willing to be gentle.

"Of course it is real!" The preacher raised his head proudly: "We are not the same as those liars! What they believe in are all illusory people who cannot be seen or touched at all! But we are not, our saintess Living among us, we have seen the miracles she created, she is the real chosen one!"

"You said you have seen the miracles she created? That is to say, you have seen her in real life?" Han Xiaodong immediately grasped the point of the topic, and hurriedly asked.

"Of course, I have not only met the saint, but also received her blessings. These are all real. I am her loyal believer, her hands and feet, her mouth, and her hand-picked creation. People from the New World!"

There was a burning look in the old man's eyes again, as if he had returned to the time when he was blessed, which was exactly the same as when he was preaching just now.

"Then is she an Asian? Or...is your next door neighbor—Chinese?" Han Xiaodong carefully paid attention to his wording. When it came to a critical moment, he still hoped that everything would go smoothly.

Hearing him mention this, a trace of contempt flashed in the preacher's eyes: "You are too narrow, that's why you must be eliminated!
You divide people into different groups, what Asians, Europeans, Chinese, Americans, poor and rich!You label everyone, then use labels to classify them, and then discriminate against them or enslave them because of their labels.

You have created a dirty and filthy world, a chaotic world, our existence is to purify you and change you!Join us, become one of us, I will lead you to create a different world, a world without discrimination and everyone is equal!you……"

"Shut up when you've said enough!" Han Xiaodong interrupted the old man's narcissism impatiently.

He is here to collect information, not to be brainwashed by pyramid schemes. This guy has obviously lost his ego, and if he continues to talk, it will be endless nonsense.

"Let's talk about Binglian now?" Han Xiaodong had already lost all his patience by the bunch of head-scratching brainwashing phrases just now.

Moreover, he believed that even if he continued to ask, he would not be able to ask serious things about that saint, so he simply shifted the topic back to Binglian and settled the grand matter first.

Hearing him mention Binglian again, the old man's expression changed, and the frenzy just now turned into anger again: "I have already answered your saint's question, can't I still satisfy your greed!?"

This is simply the most righteous criticism Han Xiaodong has ever heard. However, it is meaningless to him, and nothing can be exchanged for it except a blank stare.

"I never said not to talk about Binglian. Besides, you are willing to talk about the saintess. I didn't force you. It's different now. If you don't want to talk about Binglian, I'm afraid I'll just talk about it." I had to use some means."

Speaking of means, Han Xiaodong took out a small cloth bundle from his bosom, and quickly pulled out three silver needles from it.

"To be honest, I've seen bones that are harder than yours. It's a pity that no one can resist this thing. I advise you not to challenge your limit. It's not good for your body at such an age. "Han Xiaodong said, fiddling with the needle in his hand.

Facing the three silver needles shining with cold light, a trace of fear flashed across the eyes of the preacher.

His body began to tremble again, and his hands trembled so much that the wooden boat was rattled, but in the end, he still tried his best to suppress his fear, and shouted loudly in a tone of generosity to die:
"Demon! You can't scare me away! Filthy devil! You can't defeat a noble soul! I am blessed by a saint! The gods will protect me!"

Han Xiaodong sighed, he was completely speechless for this old man who always added drama to himself, since it was useless to kindly remind him, then he could only use force.

His right hand flickered in front of the preacher like a phantom. Before the old man understood what was going on, all the silver needles in Han Xiaodong's hand had been inserted into his body.

The old man's face turned pale in an instant, and after waiting for a while, he found that the expected pain had not come, which made him suddenly more confident. In his opinion, his god had really manifested.

Han Xiaodong just glanced at the happy old man, then unhurriedly pulled out three silver needles, waved them in front of his eyes, and said leisurely:
"The three sticks just now are just to stop you and prevent you from moving around. Next, we are going to get to the point."