Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker

Chapter 51 Mr. A will appear in missionary form

You must know that in the Southern Continent, people are a kind of commodity, and human trafficking is the hottest business.

As the god of spiritual things was eroded by the mother tree of desire, the Balam Empire completely lost its last strength against the four gods of Ruen and Intis.Even if he can be regarded as Gaowei's nephew "Sinister" Siah, the Sequence One, he can change the division of gods' interests.Not to mention that this kid's mind is not very clear, and he is in a state of indulgence and indulgence.

And the death of Reinette Tinekerr in the battle with the Sierra line made the colony of high-sequence Beyonders even worse.If it is said that Klein may feel disgusted by the Loen Kingdom's trafficking after witnessing the horrors of the Backlund slums, then the human trafficking in the Southern Continent is like hell on earth.

The two paths of the Mother Tree of Desire are the "Abyss" and the "Bound One", and under the influence of the Law of Extraordinary Aggregation, the Extraordinaries following the two paths will naturally gather here. The role of the devil requires killing, and the desires of the indulgent party need to be satisfied. Whether it was the needs of the colonists of Loen and Intis or the local Extraordinaries, they had caused serious disasters to the people here.

Here, a slightly more merciful Beyonder will leave you some reward to buy the life of a desperate person. A man was worth a pound, a woman half a pound; for those who were hungry, a mere meal was enough to pack up their daughters and sell them to cruel, bloodthirsty demons.

And more are forcibly plundered: people living here do not dare to walk at night, and sometimes going out at night may completely disappear from the lives of their loved ones. The darkness here is more terrifying than the darkness in the Land Abandoned by God. There are no natural disasters like the Land Abandoned by God, but there are man-made disasters caused by indulgence and demons. What is here is a far deeper depravity than the true Creator endured.

Compared with the precarious residents here, the poor in Loen can be regarded as living a stable and happy life.At least they don't have to be afraid that any Extraordinary who passes by will go on a killing spree, at least they don't have to worry that they will disappear forever just because they sleep outside the house.

Compared to here, no matter how deep the suffering is, it is nothing.

A man following Mr. A from a distance raised his rough hand high and slapped a ragged little girl next to him on the face. The weak little girl staggered due to the whipping, and her weak body knelt directly on the ground.

There was a "clang", and a dagger with a little rust was thrown in front of the little girl - this was a dagger of poor quality. As the dagger fell to the ground, a man gave it to the little girl. A cold word and a hard kick away from her.

"Lead him into the alley over there and give him a knife."

"Otherwise, I'll send you there later!"

The little girl shivered, and quickly grabbed the dagger and ran towards Mr. A's direction desperately.She knew what kind of place the "there" in the man's mouth was.When she barely survived, she once saw her companions who were sent there——

When they went to clean it, most of them only had one or two broken limbs and blood all over the floor.

Thinking of that scene, little tears flashed on the little girl's face, she wanted to live.

She ran forward, a decisive and crazy expression gradually appeared on her face.She looked at Mr. A who was walking, restrained her instinctive trembling, and slowly pressed her small body against it.Those men who watched this scene showed a gloomy smile on their faces, and followed the little girl from a distance.

——They knew that the strong man probably had a weapon in his hand, but no outsider would be extremely wary of a child who seemed to be engaged in a special job. Two fists are no match for four hands. When his vital parts are injured, the weapon in his hand becomes a golden pound in their hands.

Mr. A was walking forward, but felt a strange feeling coming from his side. This kind of flesh was like the flesh and blood he had touched before, but he did not feel the vitality he should have from the body next to him - it was a body that was about to fail.

He looked down and saw a child only reaching his waist.

The little girl smiled awkwardly and slowly lifted up her skirt, imitating the older sisters she had seen wandering outside. She didn't know what this move meant. She only knew that most men wearing such clothes would be attracted to them when they saw the sisters she had seen doing this.

However, she forgot that there was a dagger hidden on her body. Mr. A looked at the little girl whose face became frightened when the dagger was exposed, and seemed to want to pick up the knife hidden in her clothes and stab him. He reached out and grabbed her wrist:

"Kid, don't panic."

Mr. A comforted.His voice is full of magnetism and has a kind of intoxicating feeling.The little girl unexpectedly felt that she had calmed down. Mr. A held her wrist a little stiffly, and was led by him to walk forward—Mr. A was heading in a deep alley.

From the time he passed by those vagrants, Mr. A discovered the thoughts of those malicious people.And when Mr. A saw the countless red and swollen scars on the little girl's face and body, he probably knew the whole story:

It's just that those guys were afraid that they had weapons on them and that they would fight back when attacked, so they sent such a child over. Looking at the child's movements, Mr. A knew that she was an abandoned child in the hands of those people. .

If it were him before, he would probably train the Lamb of the Lord specifically to make people give up their vigilance. He would not sacrifice these pure lambs of the Lord unless necessary and when he had no other choice.

"Don't be afraid, kid." Mr. A said in a deep voice: "I know you were forced here by these people, right?"

The little girl's body stiffened for a moment. This slight movement made Mr. A, who was once Bishop Rose, confirm his thoughts. After waiting for a few seconds, the little girl nodded gently. Her movements were very stiff, as if she was afraid that her communication with Mr. A would be discovered by the people following her.

"I will help you, child." Mr. A continued to speak gently to the child, his words full of temptation: "You are the Lord's pure lamb, and I am the Lord's shepherd. Believe me, you don't It's going to be okay, kid. You see, the Lord is protecting us."

"..." The little girl was silent, biting her lips tightly.It wasn't until Mr. A pulled her into the dark alley that she said to Mr. A in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Sir, you can't go in...they are looking for you, they are very powerful..."

"Believers of the Lord must not be afraid of evil." A smile appeared on Mr. A's lips: "The Lord will protect us, child. Believe me, nothing will happen to you and me."

After hesitating for a moment, Mr. A gently held the dagger in the little girl's hand, and cut his finger with the rusty knife.The little girl screamed, but saw that the wound on Mr. A's finger was slowly healing.

"Look, the Lord protects us." Mr. A said to the little girl in a slightly humorous tone: "When they catch up, you stick the dagger into my body and then run inside - don't worry Come on, I’ll be fine.”

“Our sufferings are all the Lord’s tests for us; the Lord protects us because He cannot bear to see us suffer.”

Mr. A piously made a cross on his chest, with a holy smile on his face, and said to the little girl with wounds all over her body:

"May the Lord protect you, pure lamb."

Mr. A did not think that the girl in front of him was dirty. He only hated himself for being incompetent and failing to save these people who were poisoned by evil gods and demons as soon as possible.

The land is sick, and evil has made it ooze with vicious pus.