Strange things happened.
Father Yang had no doubt about the power of prayer. Prayer could make their voices reach the heavens, but he did not know how the saints in heaven would respond after hearing the prayer, and how the holy exorcism artifact passed down from 800 years ago would help them.
Today, he and a few other gray-robed men still gathered in the basement of the company, praying devoutly. They did not care how long such prayers would last, as they firmly believed that the saint would not abandon the city named after him.
They sat around the statue and silently chanted prayers, over and over again. The basement was very quiet except for the buzzing sound of their prayers.
Someone exclaimed, and the others were awakened from their prayers. At first, they did not know what had happened, but when they followed the gaze of the person who exclaimed, they saw an incredible scene.
The statue of the saint and the wolf had undergone a subtle change.
Originally, the saint had a light red round hole-shaped scar on his hands, feet, and left rib, which meant that he had been blessed by God with five Divine Marks.
The statue faithfully restored the five Divine Marks.
Disregarding its demeanor and appearance, that wolf was just an ordinary gray wolf.
At this time, the saint's five Divine Marks were fading and disappearing, but five faint red lines suddenly appeared in the air, extending horizontally from the saint's palm, feet, and left rib, connecting with the gray wolf's four feet and left rib.
When the five Divine Marks on the saint's statue completely disappeared, the gray wolf's four feet and holy rib perfectly replicated the five Divine Marks, and the red lines in the air also faded and disappeared, as if the five Divine Marks had been transferred from the saint's statue to the gray wolf statue.
Everyone stared at this strange phenomenon that they had never heard of before. Their foreheads were dripping with cold sweat, and their hearts were full of shock and fear. They wanted to ask for help, hoping that someone could tell them what had happened, but everyone's expression was the same, including the oldest gray-robed man.
In the next moment, the gray wolf statue's eyes suddenly moved.
Yes, the stone gray wolf statue's eyes moved.
At first, everyone thought it was an illusion caused by the change of light and shadow, but there was no natural light in the basement, and lighting was completely dependent on artificial lighting. At this time, the light was stable and did not flicker, so how could the light and shadow change?
Seeing this scene, even the gray-robed man, who had the strongest faith, could not help but tremble.
What exactly did their pious prayers summon?
Before they could react or take action, the gray wolf statue turned blurry for a brief moment. Then, a gray shadow separated from the statue and floated toward the elevator like an invisible smoke. There were five deep red dots in the smoke, forming five phantom-like red lines.
Due to the gray shadow's astonishing speed, they could barely make out that the gray shadow looked like a quadruped.
After entering the elevator, the gray shadow immediately soared into the air and floated up through the ventilation window at the top of the elevator.
Father Yang, who was in the prime of his life, was the first to react. Without discussing with the other grey-robed men, he rushed into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. No matter what it was, he had to see it for himself.
Before the elevator door closed, he took one last look at the gray wolf statue.
For some reason, even though the statue's appearance hadn't changed at all, it gave him the feeling that it had already … lost its soul. It was no longer as lifelike as before.
The other grey-robed men were still immersed in fear and shock, unable to extricate themselves.
Ding!
The elevator stopped on the first floor. Without waiting for the elevator door to fully open, Father Yang squeezed out through the gap.
"Where did it run off to?" He shouted at the female receptionist at the front desk. "Did you see that gray shadow?"
There were a few ordinary people on the first floor who came to this trading company to discuss business. They stared at him as if he was crazy, but he couldn't care less.
One of the female receptionists pointed at the door. "I think I saw …"
Without waiting for her to finish, Father Yang rushed out of the door.
"What the hell?"
The tramp who was basking in the sun scratched his belly and shook his head in confusion. In the next second, his dirty collar was grabbed by Father Yang.
"What ran over there?" Father Yang shook the homeless man and roared.
The homeless man recognized Father Yang because Father Yang had once given him 20 dollars. It was rare to see such a generous person nowadays.
He grinned. "Do you want my thanks or my answer?"
Father Yang took out his wallet. Without counting, he randomly pulled out a few bills and threw them out. "Speak!"
The homeless man simply pointed to the right. "Over there! God knows what the hell flew over my body. It was like a ghost or a shadow. I was shocked. But if I can get money every time, I'm willing to let anything fly over my body, no matter if it's a goddamn ghost or something else … "
Father Yang didn't listen to his long-winded words at all. He sprinted to the right. His leather shoes, which were not suitable for running, clattered on the road, causing his feet to go numb.
The homeless man bent over in joy. Last time, he was torn between a haircut and the red light district. In the end, he chose a haircut and a full stomach. After all, keeping warm was the only way to satisfy his desires. It seemed that God had been looking out for him recently and sent him money again. This time, he didn't have to choose. He walked straight to the red light district.
"What the hell? Which country's money is this? "
When he picked up the pink bills and looked at the unfamiliar old man's head, his face became distorted. He felt that he had made a loss on this deal.
Father Yang ran aimlessly for a while. As he ran, he opened his eyes wide and looked around, trying to find traces of the gray shadow. He was almost hit by a car because of this, but he didn't see anything. Looking for a ghost-like gray shadow in the chaotic and complicated modern city was simply a fantasy.
But he didn't give up. He continued to run forward until he was blocked by the wedding crowd. He looked up and saw the Grace Cathedral in front of him.
"Did you see … some kind of gray shadow? Or something like smoke? "he asked rudely as he grabbed a tourist.
"Baka!" The tourist slapped his hand away and turned to leave angrily.
He grabbed a few other tourists or locals, but they either didn't understand English or looked at him as if they were looking at a psychopath.
Blindly searching like this was not a solution. The gray shadow might not have run in a straight line. It had already turned and didn't come to the Grace Cathedral. But he didn't want to give up. If he gave up now, this mystery would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Zhang Zian's appearance interrupted his search.
He didn't want to lie, but he didn't know how to explain what had just happened. He couldn't explain why he had come to the Grace Cathedral.
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