Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

Lin Weimao's mind was blank at this time, and Lin Fan's words kept echoing.

"I actually have a younger brother."

"Mom is out of town...pregnant..."

"This child is not my father's..."

Lin Weimao was stunned.

It's true that the ups and downs of this life are too fast. Lin Weimao thought at first that he had a son who had never been masked.

The sudden happiness made Lin Weimao almost dizzy.

The result is special.

Not your own? !

Long Yitong carried himself behind his back and gave birth to a child with someone else?

"This, is this true?" Lin Weimao asked in a trance, his voice trembling, with the last glimmer of hope.

"Of course it's true!" Lin Fan nodded and suddenly said, "By the way, Lord Patronus, you must never tell my father."

"It's not that I'm hiding it from him, the main reason is that I'm worried that he won't be able to accept it."

Lin Fan pondered, and just guarded the high status of the god, and estimated that his useless father would have little chance to come into contact with him.

But what if?

It's fine to lie on your own, but don't single-handedly cause the divorce battle between your parents, so Lin Fan specially instructed the guardian deity.

Of course, Lin Fan also felt that he was a little sorry for his father and mother... But there was no way, he couldn't tell the patron saint that the hour was the **** of time in the future, and he had to please him.

The most important thing is that my father will not know that he has told such a lie...

Lin Fan looked at the guardian deity with some guilt.

The Patronus was silent for a long time.

"Okay, okay. I promise you, I will never let Lin Weimao know." Lin Weimao under the mask, with tears in his eyes, his indifferent voice trembled slightly.

Take a deep breath.

Lin Weimao turned and looked into the distance.

Under the guidance of the military gods, the rescued children looked at Zusha and then fell into a deep sleep. In the process, their memories of being in this cage have been modified.

Of course, this modification is not seamless.

Any tampering with memory is traceable. As long as you are careful, you can detect something wrong.

For example, you remember wearing a white shirt and going to dinner with your colleagues.

But you suddenly remember one day that you don't have a white shirt at all. Or when chatting with a colleague the next day, I learned that the other party did not go out to dinner with me at all.

The discrepancy between this memory and reality is exposed.

On Earth, there is also a phenomenon where memory deviates from reality, which is called the Mandela effect.

But with Zusha, the thirteenth-order **** of thinking, the modified memory has been able to deceive most people, unless a very meticulous guy repeatedly checks his memory, or another more powerful thinking **** intervenes .

Otherwise, no one will notice at all, and his memory has been modified.

During the whole process, Zusha also abide by the rules. It is true that she did not look at their memories at will, but just found the date of being locked in the cage in their memory, and then replaced the memory of this period with the memory she made up.

But Lin Weimao is not supervising Zusha, but looks at the yellow-haired child who is looking at Zusha with complicated eyes...

"Yellow hair." Lin Weimao's face was gloomy, and there was a faint killing intent in his eyes.

But then, Lin Weimao gritted his teeth: "Anyway, the child is innocent. And it's also Long Yitong's child."

"But... it's better not to let me see the yellow-haired guy next to Long Yitong."

At this moment, Lin Weimao's killing intent surged!

This kind of feeling is like a new father who is excitedly waiting outside the delivery room watching the nurse pick up a dark-skinned baby... It's too cruel.

the other side.

Lin Fan was a little nervous watching Zusha revise these hours of memories.

After all, the memories of this little brat included how he paused time to help himself block those ice needles.

But fortunately, that Zusha didn't check the memories of these children carefully, but made corrections after determining the memory range, and then handed over the hours of falling asleep to the staff, and turned around and said, "The next one to receive psychotherapy."

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Weimao also withdrew his gaze, barely calming down his thoughts.

"I'll send him to the Lengcuicheng Third Orphanage." Lin Weimao said indifferently, "You can pick him up tomorrow."

"Now, the three of you are going to the military base with me. I have something to tell you."

After Lin Weimao finished speaking, he turned around and left.

at the same time.

Hell plane.

This is synonymous with filth and sin, a plane that makes the gods fear it,

The devil's lair, the home of evil.

The guilty will be tortured here, while the soul-twisted demons play with soul after soul, driving the demon apostles who have sold their souls.

The sky is like scarlet blood, rolling and flowing.

There was a sickening smell of rot and blood in the air, the smell of meat and blood.

Bones are everywhere, and the mourning of the soul fills the entire plane~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Some black giant birds fall down from time to time, competing with the three vicious dogs to eat the meat on the bones.

Where the bones are stacked, there is a magnificent hall made of skeletons.

A red carpet was laid in the main hall. At the end of the red carpet was a black skull throne. The huge skull seemed to be roaring in pain before it died, and its open mouth was covered with a soft cushion.

All of this looks extraordinarily weird and evil.

But what was out of tune with all of this was that a fat man with a neat suit and the appearance of a businessman was sitting on this cushion. In front of him was a modern desk dedicated to traders, with a computer on it.

This seemingly intimidating businessman is out of tune with this sinister environment.

But the terrifying demons who served him treated him with great respect.

There is no other reason. Although this new king does not have the terrifying strength and terrifying temper of the first demon, he looks harmless to humans and animals.

But he led everyone to collect rich souls from various planes.

And all this, without bloodshed, without war, without death.

Only willing transactions!

Now under the governance of this shrewd businessman, **** is thriving. Those greedy demons follow the rules and methods set by the new king, earn a lot of money, and are naturally loyal, even to the former king of hell. full of contempt.

These once terrifying demons in **** are now all wearing black suits, carrying briefcases, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses on their hideous faces.

Crowley sat in front of the computer, frowning and examining the transaction details displayed on the screen, carefully scanning each transaction amount.

Of course, the unit of these transaction amounts is the soul.

But then, Crowley suddenly frowned.