He then struggled desperately forward with both arms, tearing the skin off his arms that were nailed to the cross, and managed to break free.
With a thud, the foreigner fell to the ground, then stretched out his hands and struggled to crawl forward, his face pale and terrifying.
Ye Xingchen stared at the room before him, speechless. Why did those dead things have to pretend to be so ferocious and terrifying?
Is it fun to scare people like this? The guy struggled to reach out his hand, which was covered in sticky corpse fluid. It looked absolutely terrifying.
"Hey, that's too much, buddy." Ye Xingchen took a step back, putting some distance between himself and the guy: "Your hands are dirty, don't touch me, or I'll have to take a shower and get my skin peeled off."
The blond, blue-eyed foreigner paused for a moment, then looked up at Ye Xingchen with a puzzled expression, his pupils, now slits, revealing a hint of surprise.
He seemed surprised that his appearance didn't scare anyone. Was this guy a freak?
"You can't understand human language? Oh, you're a foreigner. Should I speak to you in English? But I don't understand English," Ye Xingchen muttered to himself, his expression showing some difficulty.
Only then did the foreigner realize what was happening. He roared, opened his blood-red mouth, and then stood up strangely, reaching out his hand to Ye Xingchen.
"I already told you, don't touch it with your hands, I'm a germaphobe." Ye Xingchen frowned tightly, then stretched out his right hand and slapped the guy's face hard.
Of course, he slapped the guy in mid-air, because Ye Xingchen didn't want to touch his face, as that would dirty his hands.
Ye Xingchen's strength was not something everyone could withstand. He slapped the guy, who let out a miserable scream as his body was ripped apart.
However, this guy has been entrenched here for a hundred years and has such a heavy resentment. Although Ye Xingchen's slap scattered him, black energy rose up and his body reassembled.
This time, he actually acted somewhat like a human being. He stared fiercely at Ye Xingchen without saying a word, then his figure flashed, transforming into a cloud of black mist that roared towards Ye Xingchen.
In an instant, several clones appeared, all of which roared towards Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen watched coldly. Faced with the opponent's surprise attack, he still raised his hand and slapped it hard.
*Slap...* With a slap, several clones vanished instantly. Then, black mist rose from the ground, swirled up, and condensed into an extremely thick black pillar.
The black pillar opened its huge mouth and lunged at Ye Xingchen again.
It was still a simple and brutal slap. After Ye Xingchen shook off the other party, the other party finally behaved and did not show himself for a long time.
He transformed into a semi-transparent figure, standing cautiously beside Ye Xingchen, watching her with utmost care.
"Come on, come here." Ye Xingchen sat down and patted the sofa next to him, gesturing for him to sit down.
The surrounding churches were reduced to ashes and disappeared. Ye Xingchen returned to the villa, poured two glasses of red wine, and warmly invited his international friends.
"Dude, come a little closer, don't be so disrespectful." Ye Xingchen saw that he didn't move and said calmly, "Don't argue with me. If I really wanted to destroy you, I could have wiped you out with one slap just now. I don't need to invite you to sit down and have a chat about life now."
The international friend hesitated for a moment, then finally returned to normal, carefully sat down next to Ye Xingchen, took the wine from his hand, and sat down.
He gulped down the glass of red wine, then stared at the empty glass for a long time, unable to recover from the shock.
Because he hadn't tasted red wine for nearly a century, he then burst into tears.
"No, it's just a glass of wine. If you want to drink, I can give you one every day. As long as I don't leave here, you can drink as much as you want," Ye Xingchen said. "If you have any troubles on your mind, you can confide in me."
"I feel like I have nothing left to confide in now." This international friend slowly shook his head: "Actually, I just have a lot of resentment, but I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"The way you looked when you appeared just now made it hard for me to believe you didn't want to hurt me," Ye Xingchen said, staring at the guy.
Indeed, when this guy appeared just now, he looked like he was about to devour people. He said he wouldn't hurt anyone? Nobody would believe him.
“What I said… is all true.” The international friend gave a wry smile and said, “I’ve just been staying in this place for too long and I’m feeling rather depressed. Besides, I can only appear at specific times, and you just happened to arrive at the exact time I was supposed to be here.”
"So, the way you acted just now was just to scare me?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Yes, just kidding." The international friend nodded. "My name is Jess, what's yours?"
"Ye Xingchen," Ye Xingchen said.
"Almost a hundred years have passed. What has become of China? Are there still emperors outside? Have the Western powers occupied China? Does this nation still exist?" Jess asked in a row.
"You seem to care a lot about the issues concerning the Chinese nation?" Ye Xingchen looked at Jess with some surprise, thinking that Jess should be a kind person.
“Hehe, I’m a doctor from the West. I came to China originally intending to spread my medical skills here,” Jess said. “But later, your country suffered invasion from Western powers…”
"So I became a missionary and did my best to use my international influence to try to save your nation, or at least save as many people as possible."
“But everything I’ve done seems to be in vain.” Jess stretched out his hands: “My strength alone is simply too weak.”
"I see. Then, on behalf of the Chinese nation, I thank you. Moreover, China has now defeated the Western powers and won the war. We are now very powerful," Ye Xingchen said.
“Oh God, bless him.” Jess made the sign of the cross on his chest and murmured, “God, you did hear my prayers and gave this nation a chance.”
As he spoke, the man actually placed his hands on his chest and began to pray devoutly.
Those who believe in Allah in the West are very devout. Ye Xingchen might not have had the patience to wait for others, but Jess in front of him was different. He was someone who had devoted a lot of effort to China, so Ye Xingchen patiently listened to his prayer.
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