"Brother, can you pass on the fire?"
The believer's clone stood at the crossroads and saw someone passing by. He immediately stepped forward to intercept him.
"Are you sick?"
The soldier looked at him with disdain.
The believer's clone was relentless: "This world is full of sins. Only the coming of Allah can save everything."
"You believe in my Lord now, everything is still in time."
"Otherwise, when Allah comes, He will judge all the sinful creatures in this world with fire!"
The believer's clone arranged a new set of words for himself.
Combined with his fanatical expression, he looked more like a mental patient.
The soldier pushed him away and hurried away from this weirdo.
The believer's clone shouted at the soldier's back: "You dare to disrespect Allah, and you will be the first to be judged!"
Until the other party walked away, the clone restrained his expression.
Then, he showed off on the local area network.
"How is it? My acting is OK?"
"There is no problem in being the best actor."
The King of Dharma said in a deep voice: "Keep it up, the preacher has appeared around you."
The believer's clone heard the words and continued to bark at the passers-by.
"Woo woo woo--"
The big black in the fog of war was still roaring near the believer's clone.
The King of Dharma patted the dog's head: "You did a good job this time. I will give you a chicken leg when I go back."
The big black immediately sat up straight, with loyalty written all over his face.
The King of Dharma and his party hid in the sky, overlooking the entire intersection.
In an inconspicuous dark corner, as the space ripples, a guy in a black robe appeared from it.
The Lord of Mist murmured: "It is indeed hidden in the void."
The King of Dharma grinned: "But he would never have thought that we have a hunting beast here."
Playing the trick of void shuttle and void hiding in front of the hunting beast is simply a show of skill before an expert.
The King of Dharma said in the LAN: "Should we hold him down now?"
Qin Ze replied: "We don't know his strength, don't act rashly, just let the old man hold him back."
"I will send a signal to ask the Sword King to come over when I get there."
There are free thugs, so why not use them?
The black-robed man appeared in front of the believer's clone almost in a flash.
He looked up and down at the clone and found that the pollution in his spiritual sea of consciousness had disappeared.
"Strange."
The black-robed man leaned on a cane inlaid with rubies and frowned to himself.
He had never seen such a strange thing. The pollution he planted with his own hands was gone.
The pollution was gone, but this person was still so pious to Allah.
The black-robed man did not think of it as a trap.
After all, this is just a new world. No preacher has ever visited it. The lives in the world have no idea what the preacher and the fanatic are.
The black-robed man's first reaction was that some special changes had occurred in the believer's clone.
The clone felt an extremely pure evil breath from the black-robed man.
This breath made him very uncomfortable.
However, as a professional actor, the clone still said his exclusive lines.
"Brother, pass the fire?"
The black-robed man laughed when he heard this: "You want to preach to me?"
The clone said excitedly: "You are the first person who can understand my Lord."
"You are so intelligent, just serve Allah faithfully, and the Lord will never treat you unfairly."
"Or, do you desire power?"
"As long as you want, the Lord will give you everything."
The preacher nodded with satisfaction: "You are indeed pious."
The clone raised his head with his chest straightened: "Of course I am pious to the Lord!"
The preacher slowly raised his head, and the clone finally saw his face clearly.
His skin was as pale as paper, his eye sockets were deep, and he looked haggard.
It was almost like a skeleton covered with a layer of skin.
The clone couldn't help but blurt out: "You look really cost-saving."
The preacher was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
The clone explained: "You have a face that can make you a loyal servant of my Lord."
The preacher said proudly: "Of course."
Qin Ze hadn't arrived yet, and the believer's clone continued to use his eloquent tongue to delay time.
"The Lord protects all living beings. In his eyes, there is no high or low, and all are equal."
"The Lord said that all living beings have no appearance, and appearance is just a shell. The nobleness of the soul is the most precious..."
The clone kept chattering.
The preacher couldn't believe it.
He, the preacher, was actually preached.
What amazed him even more was that what the clone said actually made him have a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he had a deeper understanding of the Lord whom he had never seen before.The black-robed man even felt that the believer in front of him was more like a preacher than he was.
The piety on the other person's face did not seem to be fake, and the preacher was more convinced that the pollution must have caused some kind of mutation in his body.
The preacher smiled: "You are a special existence, I will take you to see Him."
As he said that, the preacher reached out to pull the clone's arm.
The clone, who was prepared, stepped back and avoided him.
"I haven't finished yet."
The preacher shook his head: "These sacred sounds should not be enjoyed by me alone, but should be listened to by more believers."
The clone said anxiously in the local area network: "What should I do? This skeleton soldier wants to take me away, I can't act anymore!"
The Dharma King sitting in the sky watched with relish: "Think about what the best actor will do at this time."
"If you can't think of anything, it means that the title of best actor is not worthy of you."
The clone cursed in his heart, but on the surface he had to smile at the preacher.
"What! There are still believers?"
The preacher was already a little impatient.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, this guy seemed to want to keep him here.
"It's too late, follow me."
On the way here, he had already seen many people in gray coats searching door to door nearby.
It won't be long before they search here.
By then, the clone who kept saying "God is coming" will definitely be captured.
Before he figured out the specialness of the clone, the preacher didn't want him to have any accidents.
After saying that, the preacher grabbed the clone's arm.
The withered hand was like a steel clamp, locking him tightly.
The clone sighed in the LAN: "Goodbye, my friends."
Qin Ze's voice suddenly sounded: "Look at the sky."
The clone immediately raised his head.
The preacher who was about to take him away also looked up curiously.
A golden lightning flashed across the sky from afar and fell straight towards them.
The preacher immediately protected his clone behind him and tapped the ground with his staff.
It happened in a split second.
The thunder had already arrived, and violent lightning swept in all directions in an instant.