The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The cyan necromancer who had just been freed in the bright sunshine was gone. Eight? One? ■? Chinese network. ww.8.11zw.com? "Come on?" Benjamin asked on the front porch of Walter's house.

The door behind him was heavily closed, and Zac shook his head bitterly, "Who knows where he will go."

"Where is Jason?" Benjamin walked to the truck and made a very realistic guess.

Zac shook his head and nodded again. "Go there and see."

After getting in the car, for practical reasons, they did not know how long they would have to hang outside. Matthew was still praying and needed to bring it. So the two did not go directly to the North District, but went south to the Gospel Church in the South District.

Just like any undead swindled out of hell, if the other party is obsessed with freedom, then the first thing that comes to mind should be his own body. Without a body, his freedom is a joke. The death of Mrs. White ’s son was not short. He should have known enough about his current situation, instead of being brought back to the world with a half-knowledge like Dylan did.

Then his line of action should be Jason, a person who knows the truth of death, figure out what was born after his death, and then the family, figure out where his funeral is taking place. Zac shook his head because he thought that waiting directly at Grande's house would wait for this guy.

Nodded, Zac thought it was better to take the initiative, otherwise a wandering undead would be funny if he was dragged back to **** by the **** dog. God knows in which time zone he will be thrown, and it is probably impossible for Walter to help again in the short term.

Of course, Zac would not think that Walter was going to break with Grande. No one with ‘geniuses’ or aliens had an obligation to explain their abilities to others. This cannot be said to be a secret, but personally. Just like you ask a vampire to explain why his blood can save people, he will only say: "I can."

You want him to deeply analyze how the vampire ancestor annoyed the Holy Lord, being punished, exiled, cursed for eternal life ... that is impossible, there is no reason for the vampire to take your heart out of you, so there is a sucker reason.

So Zac understood that he had done something beyond boundaries. Only wait for Walter to slowly get rid of himself. ? ● Eight ▲ One Chinese? ww.81zw.com ▼

The gospel worship continued, and Grande ’s two brothers stood behind the small church, beckoning to the preaching priest.

The priest nodded, and immediately the priest came to Matthew. Say something to the young guy sitting next to his father.

Joseph looked back at the two Grand brothers and urged Matthew to go quickly. This devout believer is still very practical. He can understand that the job of supporting a family is greater than faith.

Matthew asked his father a few words of caution, and some unnaturally entrusted the priest to take care of his father, and over the full bench. He came to the Grand Brothers.

"Don't worry." Alpha said indifferently.

Matthew nodded and looked back at the priest and priest. He was almost able to understand the devil and other aliens, that is, himself, there was no difference, but there was always some worry. For example, although faith is to make life easier, the ultimate comfort will always fall to the matter of going to heaven after death. Matthew really does not know whether this possibility still exists in Patton.

"Where are we going?" Matthew asked.

Explain briefly with Matthew. Matthew was pushed to the co-pilot when he got in the car, and Zac was nestled in the back seat because of the increasingly enthusiastic sunlight.

"That Jason." Matthew scratched his head. "Is he the same as Stone (Blake)?"

Alpha nodded while shaking his body with the music.

Matthew blinked, "The preaching priest said that the fire burned the village, and the souls of the unrighteous were sent to hell. Among them, some of them, well, just ..." Matthew Zhiwu said nothing. He has a good opinion of Blake.

"Ask Zac." Alpha pouted, and he, an unbelieving fellow, could not answer the question.

Zac leaned back in his chair. His helpless look at Alpha only reached the back of Alpha. "Did the priest's sermon say how the Lord chose the righteous?"

Matthew thought about it. Eight? ▼ ★ one ▼ Chinese network www.81zw.com? Shake his head.

"Then why should I believe his criteria for choosing the unrighteous." Zack smiled. "Those people have no sheep, no farming, and they waste their lives?"

Matthew shook his head.

"Are those people not the sons, daughters, lovers, siblings, parents of others?"

Matthew shook his head again.

Zac shrugged. "Then they are just out of luck and praying to the wrong god."

Matthew opened his mouth.

Zac is not going to say more, Crowley's sermon progress is very slow. It is still in the early stages of the Holy Bishop, which is the period of religious expansion. Her intention, Zach can understand, is to consolidate the status of religion, in order to cultivate the soul that really belongs to this belief system.

After all, Crowley ’s tradition is still outdated. There are not many religions in the current Federation that can be freely chosen. Such sermons that exclude other beliefs can actually be ignored.

But Zach did not mean to criticize Crowley. After all, if people just chose their beliefs at random, or just regarded worship as a fixed time-sharing activity, it would be no different from the speculators of the Dead Contract. Papa looked down at midnight, and Crowley looked down.

So these stories usually have no practical meaning, they are just expressing one thing, the Lord is the only God. Excessive interpretation will only lead to deviations.

"You don't need to know this." Zac patted Matthew's shoulder and smiled to comfort the young wolf. "Don't worry about your father. Heaven or hell, we will guarantee that he has the ability to choose."

Matthew nodded, relieved. His mind is too good to guess.

When they came to Jason's house again, the three people only saw a disappearing cyan shadow in this small apartment, and they were one step behind.

Matthew looked around with some curiosity, but did not dare to disturb others' things casually. Zac and Benjamin had no worries. They randomly tampered with Jason ’s items. The key car key was still not there. Everything was the same as when they left yesterday. Even the violently torn door lock was the same as yesterday. No one came to fix it on the door handle. It seems that after leaving yesterday, Jason never returned.

"Someone is here." Benjamin lifted the curtains and looked at the car parked downstairs.

Zac approached the window and glanced at the young man who got out of the car with a wry smile, Blake Stone. The young man looked at a very familiar truck parked next to it. The impression was that the car should be dirtier. He thought for a moment, and looked up directly at the window of Jason's house.

Zac opened the window, smiled, and waved. Uh, what else?

But Zac also needs news, which is not a bad thing.

Zac made a gesture for us to go down. Blake scratched his head. It seemed that he didn't need to go up and stood by the car and waited.

After the three of Grande came down, they greeted Blake again. "It was an accident. I think we all came for Jason."

Blake looked at Zac a bit unnaturally. He might not want to get into the topic too quickly, "Well. How is Hank?"

"It looks the same." Zack smiled, and contrary to Blake, he wanted to get to the point quickly, "Jason is not here, no one is home."

"Oh." Blake frowned and nodded, continuing to procrastinate. "I hope Hank is not angry."

"He didn't." Zac smiled and beckoned to Benjamin. The conversation didn't know how long it would take. He was asking Benjamin to see Mrs. White first. Their main purpose is to catch the undead.

"How about we find a place to sit down and talk?" The vampire held his own wine bottle, weighed the remaining weight, and took out a cigarette.

Blake knew he could not escape the topic for too long. He knew that Grande was not a simple funeral home. Stone was in the circle of Quinn and Barton. He was already an adult and had a reputation. He knew much more than Lola.

He looked around and said goodbye to Benjamin and Matthew who were going to separate. "I'm not familiar with this place."

Zac smiled. It ’s not Liszt, it ’s not the West End, and it ’s not even Deep Bay. Blake ’s unfamiliar is normal. “I ’m familiar. We walk around, not far from Ogier Street. We can find a place. Speak slowly. "

Blake nodded and opened the door again. Zach saw him take a purse. Uh, it seems that this guy usually only carries a checkbook with him. Zac suddenly had an urge to take him to see Rita.

But what made Zac different was that Blake was quickly attracted to the graffiti on Ogil Street. "I like this place." Blake followed behind Zac with a smile. "It looks like it's free here."

"Yes." Zack smiled. "Apart from freedom, people here have nothing else to be proud of."

Blake's face pursed unnaturally.

He was wearing an ordinary sweatshirt and walking here was like a young man doing nothing on the street. But Zac was more prominent, and a teenager holding a paint barrel cried impatiently, "Old guy, stay away! I can't afford your coat!"

Zac doesn't care about this. "The devil's eyes are black, not red. You made a mistake, little guy."

"You know what I'm drawing ?! Old guy!" The teenager rolled his eyes. "Keep off! I want to add a tail to my math teacher!"

Blake stared at the painting on the wall and suddenly smiled clearly, "The angle is a spiral and the teeth are a trigonometric function! His clothes are composed of 1 and o!"

The teenager slapped happily on Blake's shoulder, leaving two handprints, "You understand the man! I like you!"

Zac smiled, he wouldn't remind the teenager that what he couldn't afford was the clothes on Blake's body. (To be continued.)