Jane Bumian wore this holy robe, and was probably mistaken for the "Madonna in the church"
In some small towns in the Middle Ages, there was indeed a tradition of letting children call the Virgin Mary "Mom".
Jian Bumian: “…………”
The audience in the live broadcast room was very happy to hear and see the performance.
[Hahaha this is too bad, I haven’t seen Mian Mian for a night and she actually has a child! ]
[Male mother yyds, who doesn’t love a beautiful and gentle male mother! ! ]
[Shocked! Mianmian has become a mother before she even got married! ]
【Mom mom mom I’m hungry QAQ I want a hug! 】
[Who is the child’s father? ? ? ]
Jian Busian took a look at the comments and became even more confused.
He is a man, and I feel that this title is a bit awkward, but why do the audiences seem to accept it well?
Is he lagging behind in some way?
Jian Bumian came back to her senses, leaned over, and said to the child seriously: "I'm not your mother."
"Mother."
"I'm not your mother."
"Mother."
The child's voice is crisp and full of attachment.
He didn't know whether it was because he didn't understand what Jane Busian said, or because of the buff of Jane Busian's holy robe, which led him to believe that Jane Busian was his mother.
Jian Busian pinched the little boy's chubby cheeks and said helplessly, "Call me brother."
"Mother?"
Jian Bumian: "..."
never mind.
It’s not impossible to be a mother.
Jian Busian pushed the little boy's thin back out: "Well, I'm your mother. Your mother is going to sleep with your father. You can go and play."
The little boy realized that Jian Bumian was chasing him away. His beautiful sea-blue eyes quickly filled with tears. His cheeks turned red and he cried in a baby voice: "Wuwuwu...Mom, please don't leave me..."
All the players looked at Jane Bumian, wondering why the child suddenly called Jane Bumian "Mom."
Could it be that Jian Busian triggered some family buff?
Jian Busian: “………………”
His ears turned red, he pursed his lips, made up his mind, picked up the child, and walked down the spiral staircase to his bedroom.
“Crash!”
He threw the child into the hot tub and let him take a bath by himself.
Fortunately, the little boy was not too squeamish. At least he could take a bath by himself, and after taking a bath he would take the initiative to put on the clothes prepared by Jian Bumian.
The clothes were a set of blue and white children's sweaters that Jane Bumian borrowed from the storage room.
After taking a bath, the little boy no longer looked like a dirty clay man. He had fair skin, soft light golden hair, delicate facial features, and thick and dense eyelashes that covered his sea-blue eyes.
Like a golden retriever puppy.
Jian Busian looked at him and couldn't help thinking.
Jian Busian couldn't drive the little boy away, so he could only let him stay with him.
He casually raised his hand and pinched the little boy's cheek, feeling the warm and soft touch of skin.
This little boy is a living person, not a ghost.
There was a hint of disappointment in Jane Busian's eyes.
It would be nice if it was a fierce ghost. Such a little ghost would definitely be very tender and delicious to eat...
But it is not ruled out that there is a very powerful evil ghost that can disguise itself as a living person.
However, Jian Bumian felt that his luck was not so good. If there really was such a powerful ghost, wouldn't he be making a fortune and having a great meal?
Jian Bumian suddenly remembered: "What's your name?"
The little boy blinked: "My name is Michael, Mom."
"oh……"
Jian Busian nodded thoughtfully, feeling that he had heard this name somewhere before, but couldn't remember the specific place.
Suddenly.
There was a loud bang outside the bedroom door where they were!
The little boy was startled and whimpered, then he suddenly threw himself into Jian Bumian's arms. Jian Bumian didn't react and staggered.
The little boy hugged Jane's waist tightly and cried, "Wuwuwu, Mom, I'm scared..."
Jian Busian had never been hugged so intimately before. He froze instantly, his ears turned red, and his soft voice trembled: "Let me go! If you don't let me go... I will eat you!"
Unfortunately, his appearance has no deterrent effect at all.
But the little boy still loosened his hand tremblingly, tears as big as beans kept rolling down from the corners of his eyes, his tear-stained eyelashes drooped wetly, he suppressed his hiccups, and stammered: "Mom, can you help me go out and take a look? I'm scared..."
Jian Bumian's head hurt because of the child's noise. He wondered if the child was pretending to be like this on purpose, otherwise why would he cry so much? !
He couldn't persuade the other party: "Okay, I'll help you go out and take a look, but you can't keep crying."
"good……"
Jane Bumian put the child in the bedroom and went out to see why there was a loud noise.
He walked out and saw many players gathered downstairs, watching something.
He walked downstairs and saw that the group of players were surrounding a new player.
This new player wanted to be the first to identify who he believed to be the "God".
He knelt on the ground, his mind obviously disturbed by the incident, his eyes were hazy and showed a hint of madness.
The loud noise just now was caused by his sudden kneeling down, which accidentally broke the vase in the church, and the ceramic fragments were scattered all over the floor.
The thing he wanted to identify was a book that he found from somewhere.
The book was heavy and thick, covered with dust and cobwebs. The cover was riddled with tiny holes eaten by insects, and countless flea eggs were breeding in the holes.
...This book is extremely unreliable at first glance.
Even so, no player went up to stop him. Everyone wanted to see if he could survive and use him to answer the questions in their hearts - what is the identification process like? What is the standard for judging whether the reasons for identification are reasonable?
The new player's eyes were red, and he held the book high with both hands, shouting in a loud voice: "I want to identify this book as a god!"
Large blood-red characters appeared in front of the new player.
【Reasons for the accusation?】
If the reasons for accusation are deemed unreasonable by the copy, they will be immediately deleted.
The new player opened his bloodshot eyes and trembled uncontrollably. He said in a trembling voice, "I saw the name 'Nergal' in this book. I heard that in Sumerian mythology, it is the god in charge of plague..."
【…………】
The scarlet letter is silent.
【The reason is unreasonable.】
[——What is Sumerian mythology? I don’t know.]
The next moment, the whole body of this novice player expanded wildly like a balloon being blown up. His skin bulged and became transparent, and one could see something underneath the skin trying to break free!
BANG!!
The sharp explosion sounded throughout the church.
This novice player exploded.
The players retreated one after another, and panicked screams were heard.
"Oh my god...Oh my god! Back off!"
Not only did he explode into a flower of blood mixed with minced meat and body parts, but many rat corpses and flea eggs also exploded at the same time, forming a dense mass, and the air was filled with a strong stench.
【The reason is unreasonable.】
[Wrong identification, the object is not a god, ... but just an unknown source of infection of the Black Death. ]
The players stepped back in disgust, covering their mouths and noses. While they felt severe physical discomfort, they also felt a heavy sense of confusion in their hearts.
What counts as a reasonable reason?
Moreover, an even more desperate third day awaits them.
——If they fail to identify the correct god on the third day, their fate will be death.
*******
When the novice player started to get more and more angry, Jian Busian quickly ran to the tall spiral staircase, poked his head out and looked at him cautiously.
Curiosity kills the cat.
What happened later really confirmed Jane Bumian's idea.
…………But he actually smelled the aroma of food from the pervasive stench.
Jian Bumian: "..."
He thought he was starving, but when he smelled it carefully, he realized that the aroma of food came from somewhere else.
The aroma is a bit like freshly baked white bread, hot, soft, and made with good flour. The aroma it exudes is wrapped in sweetness, and just smelling it can make people feel full and satisfied.
It is the aroma of food belonging to evil spirits, and contains extremely powerful energy.
Jane Busian's eyes dimmed slightly, and her tongue licked her lips involuntarily.
He couldn't help but look for the source of the food aroma.
...This food smells delicious, which also means that this evil spirit is very powerful.
He thought that powerful ghosts were hidden deep inside, but he didn't expect them to be so obvious.
The source of the food aroma comes from the gallery where the church stores religious paintings.
In order to better preserve the oil paintings, the gallery did not open any windows, so the gallery was completely dark with only the flickering dim candlelight.
Jane Busian did not feel any fear. Instead, she became more and more excited because of the strong aroma of the food.
He walked quickly into the depths of the gallery.
Because he was completely immersed in the excitement of "seeing delicious food soon", he was completely unaware of the footsteps behind him.
Someone was following Jane silently.
Jane Bumian came to the end of the gallery.
At the end of the gallery there is a life-size oil painting, which is also the source of the food aroma.
There are several oil lamps placed in front of the oil painting. The dim light flickers and can barely illuminate the content of the painting.
When Jian Busian saw the painting clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned.
...He thought the painting would depict a bakery, a bread god, or something like that...
I didn't expect that the painting was of a person.
A man.
The man in the painting is tall and slender, wearing a black military uniform, a red cloak hanging down to the ground, and holding a golden scepter in his hand.
The most eye-catching thing is his appearance, which is very handsome, just like the statue located in the center of the church, without a single flaw, and is the most proud work of the Creator.
The man's hair color is a very strong pure black.
Although Jian Bumian's hair is also black, his hair will be reflected as a gentle warm tea color under the light, and it is not as dark and strange as the man in the oil painting.
The man's eyes were half closed, hidden by his long eyelashes, so it was impossible to make out the thoughts and color in his eyes.
From Jian Busian's angle, he always felt that the man in the painting was looking down at him.
Jian Bumian: “…………”
The audience in the live broadcast room was already excited.
They didn't understand why Jian Busian suddenly ran into the gallery and found the only portrait painting in the entire gallery so accurately.
And the person in the painting is quite handsome.
[Ah, Mianmian, do you still remember the target NPC you forgot by the Daming Lake? There is also a system task to offer a passionate kiss! ]
[Ah, Mianmian, don’t pay too much attention to the man in the painting. It would be bad if the target NPC gets jealous!!]
[………I always feel that the person in the painting is not a good person. He is so handsome that it feels unreal and weird, like a demon.]
[? Shh, have you noticed that there are footsteps following behind Mianmian?]
When Jian Bumian walked in just now, he heard rustling footsteps behind him.
Now Jane Bumian stopped in front of the oil painting, and the sound of footsteps disappeared.
This means that the owner of the footsteps stopped behind Jian Bumian.
But Jian Bumian didn't notice it at all. He was completely immersed in the joy of discovering delicious food.
He stared at the painting, his eyes glowing blue with excitement.
He stretched out his hand, and his pink fingertips gently touched the cold face of the man in the painting, depicting his handsome features.
no.
Because of this painting, he cannot eat the evil spirit hiding in the painting.
The most convenient way to make the evil spirit in the painting appear is to directly identify the painting as a "god".
Jian Busian doesn’t care whether the man in the painting is really a “god” or not.
He only knew that if the grounds for the identification were sound, whatever was hidden in the painting would be released.
——Then he can eat the delicious food.
A smile appeared on Jian Busian's lips, and his eyes sparkled with joy.
Jian Busian thought about it, and her fingertips slid down, touching the tip of the man's lips in the painting.
Suddenly.
He felt a pair of cold hands holding his body.
"!!!"
Jian Busian was like a cat with the skin of the neck pinched. His whole body froze instantly, his face flushed slightly, his eyelashes trembled violently, and every tiny pore was slightly enlarged.
He turned his head stiffly and saw the pair of familiar ocean-blue eyes.
The little boy left the bedroom at some point, found Jane Busian in the gallery, and hugged her.
He tightly grasped the corner of Jian Bumian's clothes, his eyes turned red, his nose was sniffing, and tears were visibly rising in his eyes.
He is about to cry again.
But he seemed to be trying his best to hold back the tears that were about to fall, and his soft and clear childish voice sobbed: "Mom, why didn't you come back for so long? I've been waiting for you in the bedroom for a long time."
Jian Bumian: “…………”
He was very unhappy with this kid who broke the atmosphere.
He gritted his teeth and held back his dissatisfaction: "Michael, go back to your bedroom and sleep by yourself. I have something to do."
With the lessons learned from the previous copy.
He would never again have such damn thoughts as "I'll eat it later, it'll taste better when I save it for last" when the food was about to reach his mouth.
If you don't eat food, you will fly away.
He is not a fool.
But the little boy did not leave, and did not even let go of the hand that was holding Jane Bumian's clothes.
He approached Jian Bumian step by step, his delicate and tender facial features were covered by the darkness, leaving only a pair of ghostly blue eyes staring at Jian Bumian.
"Mom, did you forget something?"
The overly clear sound seemed extremely eerie and ethereal in the deep gallery.
"Hmm?" Jian Bumian wondered subconsciously.
"Mom, didn't you say...you still want to go back to sleep with Dad?" The little boy blinked his eyes, his face full of innocence: "So, don't waste time here, Dad is still waiting."
Just as he finished speaking, a cold and sharp wind suddenly blew through the gallery, which clearly had no windows.
The cold wind blew out the oil lamp in front of the portrait.
The entire gallery was plunged into complete darkness, with not a finger in sight.
The author has something to say:
The old man tried to lure the innocent Mian Mian into taking the bait with the sweet and soft smell of bread.
But I saw that Mianmian had a child
The child also asked Mianmian to go back and sleep with "Dad"
#neighborwang#having a baby out of nowhere#being jealous out of nowhere#
[I want to take a day off tomorrow, the next chapter will be updated on Saturday night qwq]
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