Mysterious Tribulation

Saturday, March 6.

The ‘Mormon Church’ assembly hall.

An ordinary carriage stopped quietly on the side of the road.

The car curtain was opened, and a pair of clear aquamarine eyes looked curiously at the building in front of him.

"Mrs. Stas..." In the carriage, Metana was playing a fan lightly. The weather is not cold now, but it is a popular trend for ladies of the upper class to carry a hand fan with them.

At this time, Metana covered half of her face below her nose with a fan, and lowered her voice: "Is this this place?"

"Yes, my dearest Metana...'Morromon' is a very magical gathering, I promise, you will find it great value for money."

Mrs. Stas had generously changed into the robe used by the members of the assembly and put on a silver mask in front of Metana.

"I just think...somewhat inexplicably...exciting!"

Metana giggled, her eyes full of little girl-like adventurous desire and eagerness.

‘That’s it... That’s it...’

Mrs. Stas watched this scene, as if a hunter saw that the prey was about to step into the trap, her heart was full of joy: ‘Let you hook up with my little Rubin recklessly... and sink into the abyss with me! ’

Not knowing what she thought of, her cheeks suddenly turned red, but fortunately, she was wearing a mask, no outsiders saw her.

"Well, since you are a member of Mrs. Stas, of course I believe... Is this the secret party in the legend? It's really interesting."

Metana smiled and changed her robes, showing her beautiful figure, which made Mrs. Stath more jealous, but she promised: "Well, it's safe here, and you can touch the real supernatural. Power."

'Ah……'

Under the mask, the corners of Metana's mouth also raised, revealing a mocking smile: "This idiot woman...what Moromon God, I have never heard of it before. I asked a private investigator to investigate, and I realized that it was a liar. What a farce! ’

'This stupid woman is so stupid to believe in a **** made up by a liar. It seems that the Stas family is destined to decline in the future... But it is also very interesting to appreciate her ugliness. This trip is worth it. . ’

Metana stroked her diamond necklace, confident in her heart.

Her understanding of the hidden world and mysticism is far above that of Mrs. Stas, because she comes from a glorious noble family, has an ancient heritage, and is even an extraordinary person!

Some things recently encountered made her feel very depressed and heavy.

Rarely Mrs. Stas invited her to get interested in watching a clown show.

'I heard that the leader of the'Morromonism' likes to trick women into going to bed...hehe...I will call the police immediately and let Mrs. Stas go into a big scandal. Once such an infamous thing happens, I'm afraid Mr. Knock will jump off the building... This is really... unfortunate and exciting! ’

The two women deceived me again, finally dressed up, got out of the carriage, and entered the assembly hall through the back door.

In the very solemn and religiously furnished hall, Aaron has put on Solomon's human skin and is wearing a golden mask, quietly waiting for the opening of the show.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, he saw the two ladies who came in, and declared in a calm voice: "Everyone is here, let's start!"

Aaron personally lit the flame, and said in an chanting tone: "'Morromon' gave me the stigmata, I am the chosen one, and I shall guide you to the lost lamb!"

"'Morromon' said, recite my name, those knives and swords cannot hurt you. When you are in crisis, recite my name. If you recite my name in the water, you You won’t be flooded. If you recite my name in the fire, you won’t be burned... For those who believe in me, my name is protection, and for infidels, my name is a curse!" Valley

"Praise ‘Morromon’!"

The believers raised their hands together and shouted the name of "Morromon" in a loud voice.

When the atmosphere grew warmer, Aaron looked at Mrs. Stas: "Today, our church members brought a new person!"

Mrs. Stas hurried forward and knelt in front of Aaron on one knee: "Great saint, a good friend of mine wants to bathe in the glory of'Mormon God'!"

She looked at Metana, but found that the girl did not kneel down, but just bowed and asked in a curious tone: "Honorable saint...I...I'm not doubting, just a little...uneasy. !"

Metana played an ignorant girl incisively and vividly, applauding silently in her heart: "I...I'm very curious about the occult...Do you really have...the legendary supernatural power?"

"That's not a supernatural power, it's a gift from God!"

Aaron replied solemnly: "I chant the name of God, and God has given me protection, so that I can take out gold coins from the boiling oil, can make white paper appear, can walk on the blade... questioning the god~www. novelmt.com~Guilty!"

"guilty!"

"sinner!"

The group performers scolded each other, making Metana seem helpless.

In religion, group homogeneity is very important. The more people talk about it, the easier it is to shake doubters!

"I..." Metana looked like she was about to cry: "I'm sorry...I just..."

"Sinner, you should kneel down and pray devoutly, and let the glory of the saint bathe your body and mind!"

Mrs. Stas shouted happily.

Metana gleamed in her eyes and sneered in her heart: ‘Hehe... Since Mrs. Stas, you do it first, don’t blame me, I’m also doing good for you! ’

She stretched her fair and delicate palms under her robe, held her necklace, and whispered in the language of the spirit world-‘Open’!

This is a ‘red’ magical item. After opening, it will affect everyone around you and sink into a variety of desires...

Metana was quite sure that after her tricks came into play, all the evil believers in the hall would be confused and sentimental, and they might even hold uncovered dances and the like.

Then, she can leave easily and call a patrolman to solve a major case.

I believe the picture will be very beautiful.

‘Perhaps... how many reporters should I call to take photos of Mrs. Stas’s ugly attitude and publish it in the newspaper? ’

While Metana waited quietly, Aaron also felt a little desire to be stimulated.

He noticed that among the following group of believers, Mrs. Stath's breathing had become heavy, and everyone's eyes began to carry some longing, as if they were about to become a beast and liberate their nature in the next moment.

'Um? The influence of ‘Red’? ’

‘This Metana turned out to be an extraordinary? ’

‘I’m the one who’s going to lose, or I’ll be replaced by the original Solomon. He and Mrs. Stas will probably be played to death by Metana...’