Chapter 578 Mrs. Maggie

At this time, most of the people in Charles Square were in a religious state similar to mass hypnosis.

Under the guidance of the Illuminati, no matter how mean people were just now, they all followed the pastor's guidance, put down their guard, and took the first tentative step.

I am also a member of this world, and I also hope to participate in major events in this world.

I am willing to contribute part of my life force to support the saint Ms. Nightingale and protect the world.

Everything comes from what you think in your heart. When your heart opens up and your will changes, and you no longer resist, but are willing to give a little bit of your life force, things will happen naturally.

The invisible life force seeped out from their bodies bit by bit. Before it had time to escape, it was bound and fixed here by the power of the magic circle. Then, it was pulled by the power of death, spontaneously spread underground, and gathered into the magic deep underground. In the formation, he finally crossed the river of time and was sucked into the egg of life by the cyclone.

It seems that the pastor did not lie.

This is what people have in mind.

It was indeed a bit uncomfortable, especially since I felt empty in my heart, as if I had lost something.

But it was still acceptable, and as time went by, people felt a little tired at most, which relieved the citizens' anxiety a lot, and they gradually began to believe what the pastor said.

It seems that it really won’t harm the body, it’s just a bit tired. It seems good to be able to participate in world events.

However, just when more and more people relaxed, opened their hearts and devoted themselves to prayer, something changed suddenly.

In the center of the square, a citizen who was kneeling to pray suddenly changed his expression. He raised his hand to cover his mouth, but before he could put his hand on it...

puff.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, followed by another.

This was not vomit mixed with blood, but pure bright red arterial blood. The blood seemed to be unable to stop, gush out from the mouth in large mouthfuls, and in the blink of an eye the ground was wet.

The prayer was interrupted instantly, and the people around him screamed and moved away, fearing that blood would splash on them, but before they could take a few steps back, another scream came from behind, followed by a stream of warm blood. Just sprayed it all on them.

The fat stall owner of the grocery stall, who had objected to the donation before, was pressing his chest with his hand, his face was as pale as paper, and blood could not stop flowing from his mouth and nose.

As if his throat was blocked by blood, he could not utter a complete sentence. He just had disbelief written all over his face. He pressed his chest with one hand and reached out to the pastor with the other. He staggered a few steps in his direction, and then Falling to the ground with a crash.

There was silence for a moment, and finally countless screams erupted, and as if to echo, there were also bursts of screams coming from distant places.

It seems that similar things are happening across the city.

"We were deceived."

Seeing that the people who were praying together just now fell to the ground and twitched, their breathing became weaker and weaker, and they were about to be unable to hold on. The hearts of the people praying were filled with panic, and the majesty accumulated by their faith made them dare not yet. They attacked the pastor, but they still took a few steps back, pointing at the pastor and accusing them loudly:

"He is deceiving us. It is not like what he said. It only consumes a little life force. This will kill people."

"That's right, one of them may have a sudden illness. How can two of them get sick at the same time? And if you listen, there are shouts everywhere. He must be lying to us. There must be something wrong with what he asked us to do. Please give us a explain."

For a time, the crowd was excited and the shouts and curses were deafening. The experienced old priest was also a little confused and had no idea how to deal with the current situation.

The letter didn't explain what to do if something like this happened, or how could something like this happen.

Seeing the old priest's panic, the people became more and more frightened: "We also prayed, will we become like them? They are already dead, and we will die too."

"Tell us if we will be like them!"

The chaos became more and more serious, scoldings and shouts were everywhere, the atmosphere became more and more chaotic, and people became more and more frightened.

Only Mrs. Maggie remained calm, her daughter's last words still ringing in her ears.

Mrs. Maggie absolutely trusted this young man. She believed that Lynch would never want to harm anyone, and something must have gone wrong.

Her eyes moved to the two victims twitching in a pool of blood. The bright red on the ground made the weak landlady tremble, but she still plucked up the courage and walked towards the victims.

When we first met, Martha and I were so kind to him, but he was so kind to us. He took us into consideration in everything and worked hard to fulfill our wishes.

And we have no ability and have been unable to do anything to help him. What happened here is what he wanted to accomplish. Now that there is a problem, I must help him.

This belief gave her great courage. The landlady endured the pungent blood and approached the slightly shaking grocery stall owner.

The victim's face had turned pale, and no blood could be seen at all, as if all the blood had been spurted out. There was no heartbeat, and breathing could no longer be felt. Only the muscles were still shaking slightly, but they were getting weaker and weaker.

Joey is dead.

Sighing softly, suppressing the sadness in her heart, and ignoring the increasingly noisy noise in her ears, Mrs. Maggie turned over the body vigorously, trying to find out the cause of death. Unfortunately, there were no scars on the main body of the grocery stall, and Even with Mrs. Maggie's limited first aid knowledge, it was difficult to see what was going wrong internally.

The public's emotions were getting more and more intense, but Mrs. Maggie, who was extremely anxious, couldn't even find the cause of death.

What should I do? How can I help him? Why did these people die? Why did people in other places also die? What exactly is the problem?

Click.

While she was aimlessly turning over the victim's body, something fell out of the grocery vendor's pocket. Mrs. Maggie had no time to look at it carefully. She glanced at it casually and found that it was just an empty picture frame without content. She threw it aside without thinking and continued to search on the body.

However, after searching for a few times, Mrs. Maggie's movements suddenly stopped, and her eyes turned back to the picture frame thrown aside.

She vaguely remembered that when Lynch and Natalie talked, they had mentioned the empty picture frame several times, and their attitude was quite serious.

Is this the key issue?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Maggie didn't care about the sticky blood on the ground, grabbed the picture frame on the ground, and squeezed out against the crowd.

No, I must tell him about this as soon as possible, and I can feel at ease only if I tell him.

There were many people in Charles Square at this time, and it was very difficult to squeeze. Fortunately, no one paid attention to her, and no one stopped her.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people blocking the way, the weak Mrs. Maggie breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could smile, she felt a chill on her back and a pain in her waist.

When she turned around, she saw an ordinary stranger with no features, who gave her a weird smile, and then disappeared into the crowd, leaving only one sentence in Mrs. Maggie's ear.

"I will not let you ruin the master's plan. Goodbye, ma'am."

Watching the stranger disappear in the crowd, Mrs. Maggie turned her head and looked at her waist in astonishment.

A dagger was deeply inserted there, all the way to the handle.

Cold and painful, just like this desperate world.