Teacher Pulin shook his head, "I introduced you here. I didn't expect that you would suffer some hardships. Forget the favor, just think of it as a small compensation. Besides...actually, being a mortal is really not easy."

"

Mai Lada was noncommittal.

Teacher Pulin smiled and said: "Although it is not easy, they are still living very strongly... Well, I'll go say hello to Father Stella."

Watching Teacher Pulin walking towards the church, Mai Radha wished he could do this. God knows where the old bastard would come out and knock him again.

He was really afraid of Father Stella and couldn't understand it with common sense. At this time, Teacher Pulin went over to pester him, so naturally it was the best.

free.

He felt this aura again, and his heart gained courage and hope for the future. It seemed as if a brand new power surged out of him, and he couldn't help but feel much more sure-footed.

He felt something strange coming from the soles of his feet, and he couldn't help but look down and saw that they were fragments of chains that were thrown to the ground after being pinched off by Teacher Pulin - he had accidentally stepped on them.

Of course he couldn't crush the chain fragments under his feet - he might have been able to in the past, but obviously not now.

Mai Lada subconsciously squatted down and reached out to grab a section of the iron chain. He saw that the iron chain was in his hand at this moment, suddenly decaying, and then breaking... Not only that, the place where the iron chain touched

, the grass even withered!

"This...this is?!"

…

Teacher Pulin found Father Stella in the confessional inside the church.

When we found him, the priest had an indescribable magazine covering his face and was snoring rather loudly.

Teacher Pulin gently knocked on the door of the small dark room of the confessional.

Father Stella woke up with a start, quickly packed the magazine and wiped his saliva, "Oh! The donor father... No, lost traveler, please tell me what you feel guilty about. I

It’s Father Stella, I can help you. Hey, is it you? Why did you come again not long after?”

Teacher Pulin felt that this new concept was a little strange, but he didn't think about it deeply. He just smiled and said: "I will leave here in two days, and it seems that I have never walked into your confession room once, so

I kind of want to experience it...can I talk?”

"I want money...forget it, let's get acquainted." Father Stella shook his head, lowered his head and continued to read the magazine, but Teacher Pulin walked in.

Teacher Pulin didn't mind either. After sitting down, he thought about it and asked, "Father, what do you think death is?"

The priest turned over a page in the magazine and said perfunctorily without thinking: "Those who have no money will die of poverty, those who have no girlfriends will die of masturbation, those who are unlucky will die in car crashes, how do rich people know how they are good at cards?"

Can you beat yourself to death? Anyway, I can’t beat you to death...Okay, next point."

Teacher Pulin smiled and suddenly said: "Do you want to beat me to death?"

Father Stella was startled and suddenly raised his head, looking at Teacher Pulin through the grid of wooden boards in the small dark room. After staring at it quite seriously for a while, he asked tentatively: "What's wrong with your head?"

Are you okay? I'll follow you, don't try to touch me, I don't have any money!"
Chapter completed!