Chicago 1990

Ms. Sloan and the general manager of Litman Publishing House rushed back from Springfield. The educational film plan still has to fall on the governor. His performance during the previous riots has won very good reviews from up and down. Donkey Party The internal prestige faintly defeated the less decisive Chicago Mayor Dalyby.

"What are they doing?"

She saw two rows of black people standing at the foot of Song Ya’s hospital bed. In addition to Aunt Suzy, Connie, Tony, Emily and their friends, Big A and Al also took off their hip-hop attire, all dressed in black style. His white singing robe, his look solemn.

Goodman and Hamlin, who had their hands in their trouser pockets, watched with the others outside the door and pounced at Pastor William.

I saw William wearing the priest's full set of equipment, holding the Bible in one hand, and making a cross in the air with the index finger and **** of the other hand, circling in front of Song Ya's bed with words in his mouth.

"Exorcism ceremony?" Sloan asked in a low voice.

"Almost." Hamlin nodded.

"It's ridiculous." Sloan complained: "Why don't you two stop them?"

Goodman and Hamlin stepped aside and made a gesture of inviting you in.

"Haha..." Sloan didn't go in.

"Maybe it's useful?" Litman Publishing's general manager said behind the three.

Goodman, Hamlin and Sloan looked back at him with weird eyes.

"It won't hurt to try..." The old man shrank his neck.

"GOD!"

William nodded a few drops of holy water on Song Ya's forehead, then suddenly opened his arms and screamed at the window, shocking everyone outside the house.

"Look here! Save your child!" William turned and pointed at Song Ya on the hospital bed, "Your loyal servant, lost lamb...Alexander!" At the same time, he quietly gestured to Al.

"Papa Papa!" Al slapped the beat and led the singing: "Daddy Hare Hare Urie, not the Hare Hare Amia..."

Susie and the others sang in unison, in a decent way.

"I am in the name of **** Christ!"

William took out the silver cross and stepped on the rhythm to continue shouting: "The prophet gives me strength! To you! Devil! Judgment!" One step toward Song Ya's bed, "Devil!"

He stamped the cross on Song Ya's forehead, and sprayed the star on the opponent's face, "I order you, get out of his mind and heart! Get out!"

"I call the wind of God! The light of heaven! The hottest and hottest fire!"

"Devil! Ghost! Get out!"

"Get out!" Aunt Susie and the others echoed in unison after being infected with tears.

"This is my ultimatum!"

"Ultimatum!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

"You cunning devil, cold-blooded killer, will only bring ruin and destructive filth to the earth! Get out! Otherwise I will destroy you in the name of Christ Jesus!"

William seemed to feel something, his hands and whole body trembling while pressing on the cross, he seemed to be fighting fiercely with the opponent.

"Destroy you! Daddy Boar, Daddy Boar..."

The ‘Chorus’ has smoothly changed the tune to another song by Song Ya’s ‘Creation’: SaaMagni, still using Babayetu’s lyrics.

"Um...Ushaya..." There are also those who are in charge of the harmony. They are scattered and unpleasant.

"Puff! Puff!" William blew into Song Ya's head, "Get out! Devil! Get out! Get out of this body, this room, this country!"

"Ali..."

Aunt Susie and the others became more and more engaged, and they began to use the habit of black blessing music while singing, clapping, circling, holding their arms high, and shouting.

The ward was chaotic, orderly and lively.

Sloan could only hold his forehead with his hands.

"Go! Let's go! Get out of here and go anywhere!" With tears on William's face, he found that Song Ya hadn't reacted yet, and began to lower his requirements and bargain with the devil, "Go!"

He scratched Song Ya's chest with a virtual hand, "This is not your kingdom! Go away!" Then he waved his arms out of the window, as if he was throwing something out.

"Go away!"

"In the name of **** Christ! The devil! You want to destroy you, just as God trampled you on the soles of Eden!"

After the time of the two songs was tossing, William put the guy away, and Song Ya was left with a small white cross on his forehead, "Look at him again, doctor," he demanded.

The doctor shrinking in the corner began to examine Song Ya again, taking pictures, poking, knocking...

Aunt Susie watched them intently.

The doctor finally held Song Ya's calf and shook his head at them.

"How could this happen..." Aunt Susie broke down and cried, "My Alex!"

"I need more power, more power of faith!" William was unwilling, shouted again, and glared at the people watching the excitement outside.

Sloan rolled his eyes and felt bad.

"You guys! Don't bother to stand and watch! Don't you want Yali to get better!?"

Aunt Susie rushed out angrily, "Go in! Go in! Let's go together!" She put the white elites in suits and shoes into the ward.

"Mike!"

She went out to check again, and pulled up the collar of Old Mike who was sitting in the corridor reading the newspaper, "You come in too!"

Old Mike had nothing to do with the black aunt, and rolled his eyes and sneaked in.

"I can't... sing..." Sloan was placed between the buckets of Connie and Emily, so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in.

"GOD!"

William couldn't help but say it again.

"Daddy Hare Hare Urie, not Hare Hare Ami..." Everyone sang again under the leadership of Al.

Sloan stood blankly and was immediately stared at by Susie's death. She had to move her lips to deal with the errand a little.

"Devil! Ghost! Get out!"

The atmosphere in the room was warm again. She looked at the man lying motionless on the bed, and she was unconsciously infected by Susie and others~www.wuxiaspot.com~ could not help but look at the others, Goodman, Hamlin The old white man, the general manager of Litman Publishing House, went to the countryside quickly and sang louder and louder with the crowd.

"Maybe he got it right, it won't hurt to try?" Sloan thought.

The repeated Lord’s Prayer is not long, with so many syllables. It is easy to learn. Gradually, she also made a sound in her throat, and then she was startled by her own voice, and she felt very ashamed to immediately observe the side. People don’t seem to care about their reactions? Everyone looked at William who was screaming and sang very engaged.

Sing a song, clap your hands, take a step left, clap your hands again, take a step right, line up and circle.

I clap my hands up, spread my arms, and look up to the ceiling...Bah, I pray to God that APLUS will get better soon.

"Get out! Get out ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The front and back of Father William’s robes were soaking wet. He knelt down in front of the hospital bed wearily, covering his tearful eyes, "Check again, doctor."

"William!" Aunt Susie rushed to hug him distressedly.

"Still...no," the doctor reported cruelly.

"This devil is too powerful..." William defended.

"Bring that **** file!"

Susie re-trusted science in desperation, grabbed the documents from her family members who agreed to MRI and other inspections, brushed and signed, and lost the pen after signing, "William, let's go, you need to rest now dear..."

Everyone filed out of the ward dejectedly.

"Flap, pop, pop..."

Sloan followed Connie and walked out the door. As soon as he looked up, he saw the governor's wife who was smiling and applauding, "Good singing, Sloan." She looked jokingly.

"God, kill me!"

Sloan's face turned pale for an instant, and he felt nothing to love.