Chapter 344 Little Peter

Citigroup, Innocent State.

A man wearing a white T-shirt and carrying a backpack appeared in a border town in Inoton State.

He is handsome, strong, and exudes the nobility of an upper-class person.

The man walking on the street was out of place in the messy street environment.

It’s like a noble swan that has fallen into a mortal duck house.

Innoton State is the place with the worst public security in Citi, and the towns on the edge of Innoton State are even more chaotic.

The beggars, prostitutes and rude thugs on the street tell of the poverty, backwardness and barbarism here.

His name is Jin. He is the de facto leader of the God-making Group and the spiritual leader of the Evolvers.

The changes that took place in Kenny Prairie attracted the attention of the Protection Bureau and naturally caught Jin’s attention.

Jin suspected that the revival of Xia Country’s spiritual energy would sooner or later take place in Citi, and Kenny Prairie might be the source.

This small town is the only way to Kenny Prairie.

Jin planned to find a place to rest and looked for a small hotel on the roadside.

At this moment, something hit Jin.

Jin turned his head and saw a little boy.

The little boy was dirty and looked about six or seven years old.

He was wearing ill-fitting oversized clothes, had a thin figure and a sickly pale face.

“sorry sir.”

The little boy quickly bowed his head to apologize, then ran away quickly.

Jin touched his arms and looked up at the little boy’s back as he left.

His watch was stolen.

Jin activated his mental power, locked onto the little boy, and walked in the direction the little boy left.

Jin’s mental power had detected the little boy, who was suffering from a terminal illness and cancer cells had spread throughout his stomach.

If this disease happens to an adult, it will only take one or two months to heal.

The problem is coming.

At this time, he should not be at home quietly waiting to die with his parents by his side, but he is stealing things. Why?
With curiosity in his heart, Jin walked towards the little boy’s position.

. . . . . .

In a small, hidden building in the town.

The little boy knocked on the door rhythmically, three long knocks and four short knocks.

Inside the door, a bearded man pushed it open, stepped sideways to let the little boy in, then stuck his head out of the door, looked left and right, and then closed the door.

The little boy walked to the basement with ease.

Inside the basement, the lights were dim, and the few candles providing illumination were flickering.

Dozens of people knelt on the ground.

Those people were men and women, old and young, and they all had one thing in common.

These people all have sickly faces and are weak and thin.

These are all patients suffering from serious illnesses.

Those people were wearing white robes and knelt down with piety in front of the white-bearded old man on the platform.

The little boy walked in quickly, put the stolen watch into the honor box at the front, then put his hands together, knelt on the ground, and said:
“Servant of the great God of Light, please grant me the magical potion that will lead me to light.”

The white-bearded old man glanced at the watch in the honor box, and greed, surprise and joy appeared on his old face.

This watch is a big brand and worth a lot of money!
I don’t know which fat fish little Peter caught this.

The white-bearded old man restrained his expression and said seriously:
“Little Peter is indeed a devout believer in the God of Light!

For your performance, you should receive a reward of equal value.”

The white-bearded old man winked at the believer beside him.

The believer held a pill in both hands and handed it to little Peter.

Amid the envious gazes of men, women, young and old, little Peter excitedly took the pills, saying:

“Thank you for the gift of the God of Light, and thank you for the generosity of the messenger of the God of Light!”

That old man called himself the messenger of the God of Light.

He said that as long as one believed in the God of Light devoutly and obtained wealth for the God of Light, one could obtain the God of Light’s gift, which could heal illness.

The people present were all poor souls who had no money to treat their illnesses or were terminally ill and had no hope of treatment.

They would donate money to the God of Light.

If you don’t have money, rob or steal.

Those women don’t have the physical strength of men to steal and rob, so they just sell themselves.

Under the envious gazes of the crowd, little Peter took the pill trembling with excitement.

This pill is really powerful. Every time I take it, I don’t feel any pain, and I even feel very happy.

The white-bearded old man glanced at the believers and snorted coldly:
“Little Peter is such a devout believer in the God of Light, which shows how firm his faith is!

Look at you again, do you still look like a believer? Especially you, Elizabeth!
In all this time, have you ever donated anything? “

The white-bearded old man looked coldly at a pretty woman.

The woman fell to her knees in fear:

“Please forgive me, Master Messenger!”

The white-bearded old man said:

“Forget it. Since you still have some faith in the God of Light, I can examine your body according to the will of God and give you the magic medicine based on your performance!”

The woman blushed, pursed her lips, and whispered:

“Yes.”

The white-bearded old man suddenly shouted angrily:

“What are you mumbling about?!”

The woman became frightened again and raised her voice:
“I am willing to let the adults check my dirty body!”

The white-bearded old man said with satisfaction:

“Okay, come with me to the room.”

The white-bearded old man stood up and took another look at little Peter. He felt more and more that this kid had potential, and said:

“I allow you to stay in the church today.”

Little Peter’s expression brightened.

Live in a church?

Live in the place closest to the God of Light?

That’s great!

Led by a believer, little Peter went upstairs and into a room.

The room was decorated just like an ordinary hotel room, but it still made little Peter excited for quite a while.

Not to mention that this is the place closest to the God of Light, this simple, clean room is like heaven to little Peter.

He himself has no home and usually lives under a bridge.

. . . . . . .

In the room, little Peter sat on the bed. The mattress was so soft and comfortable that he had never imagined before.

“Gu…”

Little Peter’s stomach growled.

He quickly took out the magic medicine and murmured:
“If you eat it, you won’t be hungry anymore, and the pain won’t go away.”

Little Peter took the magic medicine.

Stomach blockage, acidity, cramps, and other pains disappeared in just one minute.

Little Peter smiled.

This magic medicine is indeed as miraculous as before!
Suddenly, little Peter’s face turned purple and his nose began to bleed.

He touched his nose and looked at the blood on his palm in disbelief.

“How could this happen…I’ve already taken medicine, why am I still bleeding?”

Little Peter didn’t feel well.

Although the pain was gone, he felt dizzy, weak, and had difficulty breathing. He felt like he was going to die.

Little Peter climbed onto the bed with great effort and used his last bit of strength to cover himself with the quilt neatly.

He wanted to experience the feeling of lying comfortably in bed before he died, just like other children.

Little Peter was already very upset, but he still said:
“It’s so comfortable. I’m so sleepy.”

This is a line that ordinary kids say on TV when they are lying in bed after a day of playing.

“It’s great here, it’s so clean, so bright, and the quilt is so soft.”

This is not what he said on TV, it is what he really thinks.

Little Peter suddenly remembered something, took out a crumpled photo from his pocket, and murmured:

“Mom and Dad, goodbye…”

His parents lived far away, and after learning that he had stomach cancer, they abandoned him in the hospital.

Relying on his strong willpower, he lived for a few more months and was brought to this small town by the messenger of the God of Light.

Even though he knew he was abandoned, he still wanted to have a father and a mother.

Little Peter said and closed his eyes.

At this time, he heard someone talking.

A very warm and trustworthy voice.

“Bradycardia, premature ventricular contractions, ventricular tachycardia and ventricular fibrillation and myocardial contractility.

Is this some kind of illegal hallucinogenic drug?
His health was not good to begin with, and after eating the stuff of drug addicts, his vitality was greatly reduced.

Well, let me help you, you little bastard who stole my pocket watch.”

(End of this chapter)