Chapter 167 You're Not Allowed to Play Rugby

Chapter 167 You're Not Allowed to Play Rugby (Third Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Looking at the man's compassionate expression, Matthew trembled and hurriedly said, "Please rest assured, I swear to God, I swear to you, I—I will never smoke again!"

Before Wayne could say anything more, a "plop" was heard, and a member of the Harvest Festival Church stepped forward and knelt down in front of Wayne.

A Black man pleaded with Wayne, "Sir, Mr. Wayne, please—my knees have been hurting terribly, I can barely walk, and I can only relieve the pain with painkillers—"

"I've scheduled knee surgery, but nobody knows how long the wait will be—"

As he spoke, he showed Wayne his swollen and deformed knees.

This is a typical case of osteoarthritis caused by functional degeneration.

In theory, hyaluronic acid injections should provide relief, and if the condition worsens, knee replacement surgery would be necessary.

However, even knee replacement surgery is not guaranteed to be successful.

Not to mention he has to wait an unknown amount of time.

Having witnessed those scenes, he was no longer willing to wait.

If the man before him can truly act on God's will and bestow blessings, then he absolutely cannot miss this opportunity.

As for Deacon George of the Harvest Festival Church?

Can anything be greater than God's will?

Wayne calmly placed his hand on the black man's head and said, "Langdon, my friend, you will receive my salvation, just as you would salvation from God."

As he spoke, Langdon immediately understood why the church members had reacted so strongly earlier.

He finally understood how they felt.

The warm current flowed from the top of his head into his knees, making him feel as if his legs had truly come back to life.

The pain from the swelling in his knee began to dissipate rapidly, and he could even feel the fluid in his knee joint being absorbed by his body.

The twisted and deformed knee joint slowly returned to normal.

A tingling sensation welled up from his knees.

Langdon let out a low groan, tears streaming down his face, and grabbed Wayne's hand, beginning to kiss the cross on the silver ring.

"Saint, without a doubt, you are a true saint. Please forgive my previous ignorance—"

"From this day forward, I will never dare to question you in the slightest. I will worship you as I would worship God."

Langdon said, his voice trembling.

He then suddenly looked up at the crowd around him and shouted, "I feel a blessing from heaven, a warmth from God! This gentleman, Mr. Bruce Wayne, is a true saint!"

"Sinners, how can you be disrespectful to the saints! Repent, repent!"

Langdon's shouts had an immediate effect; the remaining members of the Harvest Festival Church knelt down and prayed to Wayne.

Although they didn't know Wayne, they did know Langdon and Malcolm, who were also church members.

The emotion these people displayed was absolutely genuine.

If the black-haired, black-eyed man before them was truly a saint acting on God's will, they would absolutely not want to miss this opportunity for a blessing from heaven.

"Mr. Wayne, please, I—I've been having trouble sleeping—I'm going crazy—"

"Oh, holy apostle of God, I only ask that you bless me; I only wish for peace of mind for my soul—"

"Sir, I—my back has been hurting a lot, and I'm addicted to painkillers. I'm so scared; I'm afraid I'll end up doing drugs—"

"Mr. Wayne, saint! God bless you! Please, please tell me, where is my eldest son, Ethan? He has been missing for three years—I tried to report him missing to the police, but they said hundreds of thousands of people go missing every year, and it's impossible to find him—"

"Holy Sir, if you could have mercy on me, I only ask for your blessing—"

In an instant, the congregation from the Harvest Festival Church surrounded Wayne, kneeling on the ground like sinners begging for the grace of the Savior.

Seeing is believing, and what was happening before their eyes had completely changed their minds.

In America, there is no shortage of people who confess and repent on the spot.

After all, this is God's will.

Not to mention, they were also worried that their disrespect for Mr. Wayne might have been disrespectful to a saint.

If I don't get the other person's forgiveness, will I go to hell after I die?

That's what they're most worried about.

Wayne remained calm, reaching out to stroke the heads of each person in turn, casting [Basic Witch Healing] and [Purifying Light].

Its power "blesses" those who need healing.

Although they are middle class, many of these people are also addicted to drugs, and some have even secretly become addicted to narcotics but dare not speak out.

Under the light of purification, nothing could hide.

Their drug addiction was temporarily relieved, and they let out comfortable groans.

Those who had their illnesses treated praised him loudly, or wept and begged Wayne for forgiveness, appearing almost frenzied.

"Jonathan, my child, I really can't bear to tell you the truth—" Wayne sighed and shook his head slightly as he looked at the man who was pleading for help to find his child.

Jonathan was trembling all over, pleading, "Sir, please—please tell me, where did Ethan go—I—I can bear any consequences." Wayne shook his head slightly and sighed, "Go to that anatomical museum in Las Vegas, Ethan is there—"

Jonathan trembled all over, muttering, "He—he works there? God—he must work there—no—God—"

Seeing that Wayne did not answer, Jonathan understood what he meant and couldn't help but let out a cry of despair.

After years of searching, the child was finally found, only to have become a specimen in a museum.

Fortunately, he had prepared himself mentally over the years, and he managed to stay upright and not faint, but remained dazed like a puppet.

Wayne sighed, placed his palm on his head, activated the [Awesome] skill of the Messiah Ring, and simultaneously applied the [Purifying Light] skill to stabilize his emotions.

Jonathan gasped for breath, as if waking from a nightmare, and looked at Wayne, saying in a trembling voice, "Thank you—sir—thank you for finally leading me to him—I think this is God's will—for the rest of my life, I will worship you as I worship Jesus Christ—"

He seemed to age decades in an instant, his whole being slumped, and he could only pray to Wayne.

This shocking scene left everyone in the church completely stunned.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be shocked or saddened.

At this moment, the last member of the Harvest Festival Church crawled on his knees to Wayne.

A white woman pleaded with Wayne, "Mr. Wayne, please, my child—my little Leon, he—he has polio—"

"He can't even walk—I really don't know what to do—please—please—please bless him—"

As he spoke, he pushed a child in a wheelchair in front of Wayne.

The women and children all had hopeful expressions on their faces, longing for blessings from the saints and the holy light from heaven.

What happened in this church today gave them their last hope.

The child in the wheelchair pleaded, "Sir, please—I—I just want to be able to stand up—they bully me at school, they laugh at me, I've never had a real friend—I just want to stand up and make friends—"

"Please—"

Wayne sighed and said, "Poor little Arthur, I am not omniscient and omnipotent. I am only acting on part of God's will—I'm sorry, I cannot yet make you act like a normal person—"

[Basic Witch Doctor] Even if you have reached the master level, you are still just a basic witch doctor. You can cure minor illnesses, but you can only alleviate some chronic and serious illnesses.

For example, cancer is incurable.

There are many other difficult and complicated diseases.

Basic witch doctor is not a panacea.

Even severe cases of polio can only be relieved.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, the woman and child in front of them couldn't help but show expressions of sadness.

Their last hope was dashed.

Over the years, they have experienced this feeling of shattered hope countless times.

Little Arthur, suppressing his disappointment and sadness, quickly smiled and said, "Sir, it's alright. I'm already very happy to have met you. I think God wants me to sit a little longer—it's alright—"

Wayne reached out and touched the little boy's hair, saying calmly, "Arthur, kind boy, although I can't make you run and jump like a normal person, I can still make you stand up. This is also a blessing from God."

As he spoke, Wayne squatted down and placed his hands on the boy's legs.

The power of the [Basic Witch Doctor] activated instantly, and gentle energy flowed from Wayne's hands into the legs and spine of the little boy Arthur.

The little boy Arthur felt as if his legs were being soaked in boiling water, instantly becoming numb and itchy. He couldn't help but let out a cry, then suddenly stood up and pushed Wayne's hand away.

"Sir, it's so itchy—God! I—I'm standing up!"

Little Arthur's eyes were filled with shock, followed by ecstasy, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

He had already gotten out of his wheelchair and was standing right in front of Wayne!

Although his legs were weak and powerless, as if he would fall at any moment, he was indeed standing on the ground by his own strength!

Wayne sighed and said, "Arthur, my child, unfortunately my magic is insufficient. You can only walk normally now; playing football is out of the question."

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 7.3% + 0.4%).

[Experience Points +4]

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