"195, 200, 205... You see, as long as you recite God's name sincerely, there will be one more banknote every time you count it!"

The magic trick is good... Is this a liar? When Lumian sees the liar now, he will think of Monit and the "Different" Dance Hall, and the anger and hostility in his heart will rise straight up.

The women counted it again and found that there were really 41 banknotes, one more than before, and 5 Firkin more!

Seeing this, the middle-aged man solemnly said:

"Our Lord is the ruler of all diseases. As long as you believe in Him, you will never get sick again. Even if you do get sick, you will get better quickly.

"Sickness is a punishment from the God of Disease. As long as you believe in the God of Disease and worship Him devoutly, He will leave..."

Hearing this, Lumian narrowed his eyes and walked over directly.

He pulled out the revolver, turned the gun upside down, and hit the middle-aged man on the head.

boom!

The middle-aged man instinctively squatted down and covered his head, unable to even scream.

Between his fingers, bright red blood began to overflow.

Under the blank and frightened eyes of the people around him, Lumian squatted down, shook the barrel of the gun, and said to the middle-aged man with a smile:

"Come, let me see how the sick god can cure you."

The middle-aged man shouted in shock, fear and anger:

"The God of Disease, hiss, the God of Disease will punish you!"

Lumian picked up the banknotes he dropped on the ground, handed them to him and said:
Chapter completed!