Crimson Blood Coffin

The things that Youge left for the sequencers, besides the necessary thousands of dollars, were only a few hundred gold coins.

The three sequencers did not exchange them immediately. A few thousand dollars were enough for them to have a good start in this place.

First of all, they needed a set of clothes that could reflect their specialness.

A set of clothes that could allow Youge's believers to show different styles without looking so abrupt.

A black priest's outfit, a red Roman collar, and a black robe with dark red edges.

The most important thing was the red Roman collar.

The Roman collar was a symbol of male religious personnel, which played the role of throat choke, making it uncomfortable to speak, indicating that the priest should pay attention to his words and not say unholy words.

At the same time, the Roman collar had another meaning, the slave of God.

Slaves in the Roman era all had a collar to indicate their identity. When the priest put on the collar buckle, it meant that he was a slave of God, without self, and belonged completely to God, so everything he preached came from his master.

Yuge's slave, the red Roman collar, everything was born for Yuge, everything died for Yuge,

After spending more than a thousand dollars, the three sequencers got such clothes in less than an hour. They were also the clothes that Thatcher had decided on in the Red Seal Universe.

After sorting out the clothes, the three went directly to their target this time, also using dollars to open the way, and explored the non-governmental organization that came, Hawkins Alcoholics Anonymous.

"I like drinking because it makes me forget everything."

"Drinking can numb all my pain."

"I like the taste of wine, it makes me feel ecstatic."

"When I was a child, I secretly drank my father's wine, and every time I drank, I could calm down."

The newcomers told their stories one after another, and the old people talked about their recent changes one by one.

The priest in the lead was smiling at every lamb who got out of alcohol addiction with his help. Soon he would have another group of faithful believers.

"Jerome, tell everyone about your changes!"

The priest looked at the young boy who had been hesitant to speak with a kind smile, full of encouragement. This boy has come twice. Except for telling everyone his name last time, he didn't say anything. Now he finally got used to it.

"I"

"Come on! Jerome!" Everyone gave a mechanical encouragement. Although it sounded a little low, it was still very effective for Jerome.

"I have quit drinking for two months. I drink because I don't want to face my parents."

Jerome's face was full of numbness, but as the next sentence began, he finally showed a trace of relief and hidden excitement on his face:

"They also like to drink. My basement was converted into a wine storage room by them. Since high school, I like to sneak down to drink when they go out, but I am addicted. They treat drinking as leisure, but I am completely addicted to drinking.

I took advantage of their business trips and took my friends to drink all night in the basement."

Speaking of this, Jerome's face also showed a trace of regret,

"He was hit by a car on the way home. I never told anyone. From that day on, I secretly drank alone until my parents found out. This was also the first time they found me drinking."

"Come on, Jerome!"

A voice came out, and it didn't seem to be said by anyone present, but the priest didn't care. Many times these people came together, and Jerome raised his head again for this.

"My father and mother never care about me. They only care about whether they make money or not. I hate them talking about me, as if they were talking about a commodity that is constantly appreciating in value. They always evaluate my grades and which school I can go to."

Jerome looked up at the direction of the voice just now. There were three people standing there. The voice just now seemed to come from the person in the middle.

He knows? What am I going to say?

Jerome felt as if he was exposed naked in the crowd during the pause.

But Jerome didn't care about anything. He came here today just to "share" and share his happiness.

"I drank yesterday. I killed my parents."

Jerome stood up, standing up in the shocked eyes of everyone.

"Hahaha! I knew it, hahaha! Sure enough, hahaha!", a man's voice also resounded throughout the mutual aid association. It was also a member who was sitting there. His strong arms and hideous tattoos made many people shudder after he laughed.

However, he was not the only one. More than half of the people present were watching, with numb eyes and disdainful mouths, as if they were laughing at this very "brave" young man.

The priest stood up and walked towards Jerome's hand with a gentle smile. Except for the slightly rapid breathing, there was nothing unusual:

"Jerome, really?"

"Yeah."

"Jerome, do you feel guilty about this?"

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"Jerome, turn yourself in. If you don't really change, you won't be forgiven."

"I don't need forgiveness, they deserve to die!"

"Child, they are your parents!"

The tattooed man was disdainful: "Hahaha! What a shitty parents!"

The priest ignored the tattooed man and put his arms around Jerome's shoulders.

"If you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you; if you do not forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will not forgive you either. Do you intend to bear such pain for the rest of your life?"

"Father, I said, I don't need forgiveness!"

Jerome shook off the other's hands. Father, haha, he thought he would gain something by coming here. The so-called priest was just a ridiculous mortal.

At this time, he still wanted him to surrender.

Where is the evidence? The mutual aid association does not have a recording, and his parents were dealt with by him. Even if they called the police, so what, the police had no reason to arrest him.

"Who are you?"

Jerome shook off the priest who wanted to continue to hold him, and looked at the three people who had just expressed their support for him.

The red Roman collar, after walking in, he also saw the other party's special features,

the fair priest's clothing, but all the white accessories were replaced with red,

the red color made him think of the devil in an instant,

are these three people serving the devil? Haha, the devil? After beating the angels, the devils came. This group of charlatans can be seen everywhere.

"Child, do you want to be at peace?"

The three sequencers who looked somewhat similar showed the same smile, looked at Jerome in front of them and asked each other at the same time: "In the arms of God, you can not only be at peace, but also..."

"Strong!"

"Long life!"

"Power!"

"Truth!"

All the words were heard by Jerome under the continuous narration of the sequencers. However, it was not Jerome who asked the sequencers the first question, but the tattooed man.