All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

Sister Akara watched Wang Yu open the door and walk in: "You are back, and your deeds are being sung outside."

"As it should be."

Wang Yu's expression still looked calm and calm.

But as for the matter of plundering faith, Zhenyu Laomo's evaluation is just two words.

trouble.

In the final analysis, Wang Yu's current strength is still too weak, of course, this is compared to his majestic soul power.

For Wang Yu, if he does not want to expend the power of faith on many things, he needs to put in a lot more effort and thought to achieve the desired results.

Another point is that cultivating believers is a troublesome thing, because power can make people lower their heads, but it cannot make people become their devout believers.

If they were all pan-believers, Old Demon Zhenyu would never be able to recoup the cost of performing miracles in his lifetime.

What's more, people will not bow down and worship directly after Wang Yu performs a miracle, unless Wang Yu gives them the miracle they have been asking for.

If the old demon Zhenyu comes to this world, he will directly appear Baizhang's true body standing in the sky above the foggy city.

Then the majestic power of the soul began to pressure outwards from the center of the body. Wherever it went, people were fighting between two groups. Coupled with Wang Yu's miracles to drive away cholera, some people might think that it was an angel coming.

Then what?

The gain outweighs the loss.

Those who are blessed by him will most likely become his casual believers, and others will just watch the fun. Whether they can become full believers is another matter.

Wang Yu is now like a businessman.

He wants to get the most benefits with the least investment, which is why Wang Yu is so hands-on.

Akara could "see" a trace of fatigue in Wang Yu's expression, so she said nothing and chose to pray for the Lord in front of her: "Zhen Yu Tianzun who came all the way from the sky."

The girl understood that there was only so much she could do.

Although the power of the faith he enshrined was no more than a mud cow disappearing into the sea, no matter how meager it was, it was actually helping Wang Yu.

Wang Yu smiled when he saw the nun in front of him.

He reached out and touched her head.

Seeing a long, silky golden hair hanging in the air like a waterfall, Wang Yu simply took care of it: "Rest, you will stay here tomorrow and don't go out anywhere."

"Yes, Lord."

"By the way, don't eat tomorrow's food." Wang Yu suddenly said something strange.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

She didn’t ask any more questions. The nun knew that if she should know something, the Lord would definitely tell her. Since the Lord didn’t tell her, she shouldn’t have other thoughts.

The girl soon fell asleep.

When she woke up, Wang Yu was no longer in the room.

The girl didn't think about anything else. She immediately began to pray for her Lord: "May there be no obstacles in what you do."

Wang Yu, who was blessed by the girl, had already arrived at Trafalgar Square early.

This square built to commemorate the Battle of Trafalgar is located in the center of the foggy city, bordering the downtown area to the north, Whitehall Street where the city government is located to the south, and the Royal Palace not far to the southwest.

The superior geographical location made Wang Yu choose to stage the climax of the drama here.

In front of the Nelson Monument in the center of the square, a podium about three meters high stood abruptly, which workers worked on overnight.

"Chris, are you ready to be a hero?" Anson joked towards Wang Yu beside him.

Ansen knew that Wang Yu had put in a lot of effort for today's scene, although he couldn't understand why Wang Yu wanted to be famous in history so much.

Is that what attracts him?

Wang Yu's reply was a plain "please bear witness".

Ansen couldn't see through Wang Yu's thoughts. He even vaguely felt that the other party had a bigger conspiracy. There were too many strange things hidden in this young police officer.

Although it seems that the other party has been saving the world.

But Ansen still felt a little uneasy. What did Wang Yu rely on to save the patient?

Is there really that kind of magic medicine?

Wang Yu didn't pay attention to the police chief beside him who was lost in thought. Within the scope of his consciousness, he had noticed many interesting things.

"Unfortunately, none of this makes sense to me." Wang Yu commented in his heart.

He is an upright conspiracy.

Unless he wants the fog city to be shrouded in the shadow of cholera, the owner of this land will not stop himself, or it is too late to stop himself.

When Wang Yu grew his momentum to the top in just one day.

The next step was to perform the scenes he had planned long ago.

Before most of the citizens arrived at the square, Wang Yu was already surrounded by a group of people. They all came from various forces that endorsed Wang Yu yesterday.

"Don't worry, this achievement belongs to everyone."

"That's good, that's good."

What these people who can't afford to do anything early want is Wang Yu's promise.

They have even begun planning to build a new square somewhere in the Fog City to erect their statues for immortality.

The sun is rising.

Citizens walked into Trafalgar Square in groups. They looked relaxed among themselves, and there was no sign of the gloom of the day before.

"Who is that Mr. Chris? Is he a messenger sent by God to save Wudu and destroy Satan?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you believe what the church says? I guess he is a great doctor, but it's a pity that I have never heard of his name before."

"No, he's a policeman!"

These words caught the attention of the people next to her. The skinny girl was a little shy for a moment, but her mother continued on for her:

"Yes, that Mr. Chris is a policeman. My daughter Irena was cured of cholera by his own hands."

After the words fell, everyone was amazed.

"Police? How did he treat his illness?"

"Tell us about it. A policeman saved Fog City with his medical skills? That sounds like a story."

Facing everyone's inquiries, the woman shook her head and briefly described the scene at that time:

"Irena had already passed out at that time, and I was helpless holding her, but at this moment Mr. Chris appeared. He walked to me silently and said to me——

My name is Chris, the Chris from the morning paper. "

Everyone smiled when they heard this. Mr. Chris was really interesting. This was the first time that everyone had heard of such self-reporting.

The woman listened to the laughter fade before continuing.

"Unfortunately, I didn't know about this at the time. After a moment of confusion, Mr. Chris explained that he could cure cholera. I was so excited that I was speechless for a while.

Fortunately, Mr. Chris didn't blame me for being rude. He took Irena aside alone. I don't know if he gave her pills or something. After a while, my daughter woke up, like a miracle. "

After hearing this story, someone said with emotion: "Madam, you and your children are lucky."

"Thank you Mr. Chris, he saved everything." The woman touched her daughter's head and replied with gratitude.

While everyone continued to talk about this.

The hooded man with white hair quietly left the crowd. He walked to the corner of the square and whispered to his companions:

"I heard something interesting. That Chris must have really mastered some special ability."