Chapter 213: Another Saint?

Late night.

When Yu Lin finished his late-night snack and came back, Dragon Grandpa's three weren't in the dorm; I don't know where they went.

Only a computer with residual warmth remained in the dorm.

Besides that, the floor was covered with milk tea cups.

Since the White Tiger learned to order takeout, it has kept doing so happily, almost having ordered from every milk tea shop in the capital.

Anyway, it's Yu Lin's money, so we're not short on cash.

"These guys, next time have them take the trash out."

Yu Lin waved his hand to clean up the trash on the floor, then turned and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Although with his current physique, even ten years without a shower would leave a fragrant body, and fifty years without brushing would leave a fragrant mouth, but it's psychological.

Still, it's better to wash up; it's quite comfortable.

It's just a pity that An Yu hasn't come back yet; after a shower, a full-body massage would be really enjoyable!

Yu Lin shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

He closed his eyes, lay in the comfortable hot water, emptied his mind, and became an idiot.

Bang.

"Huh?!"

The commotion outside made Yu Lin open his eyes; he released his perception and waved a hand.

A book that had fallen on the floor flew up like that and slowly floated into the bathroom.

Seeing the content above, there was only a paragraph; he raised his eyebrows and read:

"When the merciful decide not to be merciful anymore, then everything will be feared?"

In the lower right corner also followed an oil painting of God enlarging the flood.

It seems something happened; Jesus wants him to deal with it, and not hold back?

Just as Yu Lin was thinking about that,

The phone on the washstand rang; he picked it up and saw it was Pope Francis calling:

"Honored Saint, I'm sorry to disturb your rest now."

"Hmm, no need to apologize; what's the matter?"

"It's like this: An Yu is currently facing some difficulties, but she doesn't want to bother you; lately I can't contact her either, and sending people to look for her yields no clues, so I can only come to trouble you."

"Hmm? What exactly are the difficulties?"

"This is a bit embarrassing to say, but those Jewish folks recently selected a Saint; you know they don't acknowledge that the Holy Son is the Messiah—these people are really obstinate!"

Francis said this with indignation in his voice: "Because An Yu was given the ability by you, she has been taken a liking to by the Saint they selected, and they want to take her as an attendant."

"They say that An Yu appearing here, and he just happened to be selected now, so this is the Lord's promise to his attendant!"

"As for you.......... they don't even acknowledge the Holy Son, so naturally they won't acknowledge your identity either; they only recognize the Saint they selected."

"Originally we wanted to settle this matter privately, but.........."

He paused, then the tone of the atmosphere turned to confusion and puzzlement: "I don't know why."

"Their Saint can also use holy words and ask for divine miracles......... so we dare not offend them on our own; we can only ask you to take action."

After hearing that, Yu Lin more or less understood, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "I understand."

"Coincidentally, I also received some instructions..........."

"You don't need to worry about this; I'll head over soon."

"My people aren't something just anyone can move."

Upon hearing that, Francis immediately replied: "Yes."

"Those obstinate unbelievers still think they're smart, feeling that it's they who don't want the Lord."

"Actually it's the opposite: it's the Lord who doesn't want them, because there are some people whom the Lord does not wish to repent; the Lord does not want them to be saved!"

"May the Lord be with you."

"I await your good news."

Yu Lin hung up the phone, silently thinking: "God being in Heaven is fine enough, but now Jesus is in charge of Heaven.........."

Then let's see whether their Saint is really chosen by God!

He stood up, put on his clothes, and his figure flickered.

Thus he left the dorm.

That was precisely the moment he left the dorm.

Far in Hell, Satan put down the controller in his hand, curled the corner of his mouth with a playful smile, and looked at Beelzebub beside him, whose face was flushed red from losing no matter how he played.

"Beelzebub."

"What's up? Don't you see I'm annoyed?"

"Ah, it's just that I lost 1,371 matches to you; I don't care, what do you care about?"

".......... Satan, I'm really about to get angry with you!"

"First don't rush, there's a good show; want to go watch?"

"What good show?"

"Yu Lin's good show."

"Him? That'll do; I happen to still owe him a meal for my son's matter."

Beelzebub put down the controller, stood up, and said: "Where to?"

"The Middle East."

"Okay."

The two talked and chatted, then left Hell.

Egypt.

Inside the Egyptian bar at night, smoke swirled, and the air was filled with the aroma of beer and grilled meat.

Taifu sat alone in the corner, downing the amber liquid in her cup in one gulp.

Several drunken men staggered over, their leader a burly man with a flushed face, a thick gold chain around his neck.

"Miss, isn't it boring to drink alone?" the burly man grinned, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth: "Come play with us?"

Taifu lifted her gaze; her golden pupils swirled with a dangerous light in the dim lighting.

A faint smile curled at the corner of her lips:

"How do we play? I don't know, gentlemen."

Another tall, thin man leaned in, his breath reeking of alcohol on her face: "What are you pretending? Isn't everyone who comes to a place like this just looking for fun?"

Taifu gently swayed the empty glass; the remaining ice cubes at the bottom clinked crisply.

Her voice remained calm, yet carried an icy texture:

"I suggest you leave now."

"I'm in a good mood today; I don't want to get my hands dirty."

The burly man laughed loudly, reaching to grab her wrist: "Then we'll make you feel even better..........."

Before he could finish speaking, Taifu sprang up, turned her head toward the outside, surprise flashing in her eyes: "How did he get here?"

"Huh? He went to Israel?"

"Never mind; let's go see what's going on first."

She said that and was about to leave, but these drunks, oblivious to danger, still tried to block her.

"Ah, I didn't really want to."

Taifu sighed, leading several people into an alley.

When they came out again, only she remained.

The matter is urgent.

Could it be that Yu Lin has agreed to her earlier cooperation request?

Thinking of this, Taifu couldn't help but feel a bit hopeful, and immediately headed for Israel.

"Hopefully he agrees; don't let me make the trip for nothing........"