"Okay, okay, it's okay," Sneijder's unyielding consolation, coupled with the presence of his teammates and Regel, Cheng Qianxun's panic gradually subsided.
She went from wailing to sobbing, and finally stopped.
Reger went to the side to get something to eat and turned back, saying softly: "Eat something."
Although it is impossible to have an appetite after such a fuss, you must eat.
It is already night.
If you don't eat, no one knows what will happen next.
Cheng Qianxun slowly stood up from Sneijder's arms and took the compressed biscuits and sausages.
She took a small bite, chewing the biscuit like powder in her mouth, and realized something was wrong.
It felt wrong before, and even more so now. . .
Mike swallowed at her, of course not lusting after her womanhood; the stomachs of Sneijder and Regel beside him made slight noises.
She turned her attention to the backpack with food.
She was not sensitive to numbers and quantities, but it was so obvious that she would be an idiot if she didn't wake up.
So he frowned and asked: "How much food did I lose?"
Finally, they discovered it.
Rudolf came over, sat on the floor and said, "We didn't mean to hide it.
There were five bags with food in total.
We concentrated the food into three bags.
We were too busy that day and didn't After taking it back, there were only two food bags left, and the ones that had been taken away were the bags that had not been taken.”
Three bags became two bags, which means one-third less food.
In other words, even if one person is removed, what everyone eats now is only 70% full.
"This amount of food should be enough, but I'm just a little hungry.
So I didn't want to worry you, so I didn't tell you."
Regel said honestly, and he smiled: "And you didn't eat very much either. many."
Rudolf said to Mike: "As for cannibalism, we haven't gone that far yet.
So don't worry."
"But in the past two days, the amount of exercise has been quite heavy.
It's not enough to be half hungry and half full all the time.
I only had two meals."
Cheng Qianxun stuffed the sausage into Sneijder's hand: "Everyone share it.
Share it, I’ll have enough biscuits.”
"You gave it to us last time.
You can eat it yourself this time."
Sneijder stuffed it back into her hand.
Rudolf also said: "You can eat it.
It seems that these ghosts also like to bully the weak and attack the weak first.
Once you are half hungry, they will become more energetic."
"I'm easier to handle.
Just hold me down alone.
Isn't that what happened just now?"
Cheng Qianxun forced all the sausages into Sneijder's hands: "It's divided."
Cheng Qianxun was so young that he caught him in a hug.
If it was Regel or Harold, even the smaller Rudolph and Mike would not be as easy to deal with as Cheng Qianxun.
After thinking for a while, Sneijder divided the sausage into seven equal parts as much as possible, and one of the slightly larger ones was put back into Cheng Qianxun's hand.
Next comes the question of where to sleep for the night.
Whether in the room or in the corridor, it seemed that no place was safe.
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It was said to be a discussion, but no one had any ideas at the moment.
Finally Rudolf said: "Then stay here.
If something happens, just run away."
Yes, it’s not safe anywhere anyway.
Just stay where you are and you can reduce your calorie consumption.
The cross was hung on the door, the salt gun was in Rudolph's hand, three bottles of holy water were taken out, and Harold, Hogan, and Regal each took one bottle.
Seeing Rudolph loading bullets, Harold asked: "How many bullets are left?"
"There are quite a few left.
There are about forty pills left in one box."
Rudolph put the bullets in one by one.
Cheng Qianxun asked: "What about the holy water?"
Rudolph did his job calmly: "It's all under your nose."
"There are only three bottles."
Cheng Qianxun was surprised.
Looking at the small glass bottles, she asked curiously: "What is holy water?
Is it the water placed in the church?"
"Probably so.
Anyway, there is an altar at the exit of every church there.
You can put it there just like tap water."
Rudolf loaded the bullet, turned to look at everyone, and added: "We are an Orthodox church there.
Mostly.”
"We put it in the holy water bowl and scooped it out with a small spoon."
Reger recalled, and then added: "It's Evangelical Protestantism, which is Lutheranism and Catholicism."
Cheng Qianxun's mouth opened slightly: "I can't tell the difference at all."
"It's normal."
Mike raised his eyebrows: "Any sect has branches."
This is true, Buddhism has more branches, and even local Taoism has branches.
But the question is what is holy water and where does it come from?
Is it holy water?
Harold said leisurely: "Holy water is water that has been consecrated by a priest, priest or bishop.
The higher the level, the stronger the purification ability of the holy water."
"It turns out to be water that has been opened to the light."
Cheng Qianxun finally understood.
Obviously, all religions have different approaches but the same purpose, and scriptures cannot be recited in vain, as they are always useful.
"Let me think about it."
Rudolph seemed to have remembered something.
He went into the tool bag and took out the bag that didn't look like any salt was used at all: "Look at the text written on the back, it should be Latin."
"Let me see."
Reger took the salt and looked at it: "It should be Latin.
You must know that most European languages are developed from Latin.
Is this the prayer for making holy water?"
"There is also salt in the holy water."
Hogan's words gave everyone some hope: "I still drink holy water there, which is salt."
"Okay, there is salt, there are prayers...and water."
Rudolf took out a bottle of mineral water and raised it: "This water should be purer than tap water and river water, right?
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Then who will be the priest next?"
I don’t expect to have a priest anymore.
The requirements for a priest are too high, so I’d better find a priest.
But the possibility that the pastor can find one is very slim.
Hogan coughed: "I'm not, but my father is.
Does this count?"
Looking at everyone's strange looks, Hogan quickly explained: "That's why I didn't become a priest because my father was very opposed to me boxing, otherwise I would have been sent to the seminary."
It is indeed not appropriate for a clergyman to box.
"Okay, Tyson, the boxing champion.
It's used as a joke.
At least you're relatively close to the top.
It's just you."
Mike laughed.
When he saw everyone turning to look at him, he quickly stopped laughing.
Hogan took the salt bag and read the words on it: "I know the steps to make holy water, but I can't read Latin at all."
"I will," Sneijder said calmly to everyone, "a little bit."
Seeing everyone rolling their eyes, Sneijder explained: "My mother is from the country of Boots, the birthplace of Latin, and she loves ancient poetry.
She taught me a little bit, but I don't know if I can read them all."
"Then you read it sentence by sentence and let Hogan follow sentence by sentence."
Cheng Qianxun impatiently picked up the water on the ground and gave it to Hogan, and gave the salt in Hogan's hand to Sneijder: "There is a cross. , is there any in the Bible?”
"There is also a Bible."
Rudolf took out a simple-cover Bible from his bag.
The Bible was at least as thick and as big as the Xinhua Dictionary, but the simple-cover version was only as big as a palm.
But it was also a Bible.
Rudolph opened it and asked, "It's in English, okay?"
"It doesn't matter what language it is in, as long as it's the Bible."
Cheng Qianxun said to Rudolph: "Here it is, Hogan, start making holy water now.
One plastic bottle of water is enough to be used a dozen times."
Regel was stunned for a while and then said: "Let's do it.
There is still enough water anyway.
At most, I can drink an extra bottle of salt water."
He simply acted like a live doctor, hung a cross on the door, and moved a table from next door and placed it in front of the door.
Hogan opened the salt bag, took a handful and placed it on the table.
Then he opened the lid of the mineral water and placed it on the table.
"I don't know if this will work," Hogan muttered, "Give me another bottle of holy water and pour it in later.
Holy water can be diluted, but it can't be diluted too much.
I just hope it can catalyze ordinary water."
Mike looked at Hogan and smiled bitterly: "He doesn't look like a clergyman, he looks like a boxer."
"Don't talk about it.
He is a priest now, at least the son of a priest.
Adam is the son of God, that is, the Holy Son.
So the son of a priest has inherited some brilliance of holiness.
Anyway, I believe he must have it."
Regel was half amused and half sincere.
He said firmly to Hogan: "You have to have faith.
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In the final analysis, religion is faith.
You are a pastor now.
It's no problem.
Then let's get started."
"But I have a problem..."
Sneijder held the salt bag and said with a grimace, "Why is the prayer so long and there are so many words that I don't recognize?"
Twelve lines of text that are so densely packed that you can’t even read them are indeed a bit long.
But at this point, the ducks have to catch up, unless they plan that after the three bottles of holy water are used up, there will be no holy water to drive away ghosts.
"It's too late for you to say this now."
Regel stared and walked over: "Come, let's read together.
If you don't know the words, you can pronounce them well.
The last one is Amen.
I know it.
Start reading it and read it wherever you go.
Where."
Mike looked around: "How about we kneel down and recite together to increase the power of faith?"
"Don't ask me, I don't know either."
Cheng Qianxun thought this was funny.
Could reciting a spell under the Bible and the cross be effective?
After thinking about it, she walked to the window and shouted outside: "Finally, The greatest Satan, making holy water will offend you.
If you let us make holy water, then let everything be calm; if not, we will do it."
It’s funny again, making holy water requires going through Satan.
But it is necessary to know where it is and whose territory it is Everyone waited with bated breath, but after a while, nothing happened, there was no lightning in the sky, and the ghost did not appear.
After a long time, there was finally some movement, and there seemed to be a few mocking frog calls outside.
Obviously there was no objection from above, maybe they were still waiting for a good show, so Cheng Qianxun turned around, walked to the table, knelt down and made a prayer gesture, and said seriously: "Then let's get started."
Rudolf also knelt down, crossed his hands and clasped his hands: "I hope the holy water made in this way will be useful."
Mike and Harold then knelt in a circle, and everyone began to close their eyes in a state of prayer.
To be continued: