Chapter 211 [Rain! Voice Change!]
Ge Zhu thought, if Wen Qiao was a messenger of God, wouldn't they be able to rise to heaven and dominate the world?
There is no such easy and beautiful thing.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his head, and a drop of water as big as a bean hit his head.
Ge Zhu:
He quickly looked up and saw another big raindrop hit his forehead.
One drop, two drops...
The raindrops are gradually becoming denser!
Other people present also felt the raindrops one after another!
The people of Mi, who had not seen rain for three months, were still in a state of confusion.
It's so unreal!
"Oh my god, it's raining. I must be dreaming!"
"My prayer for rain was successful, my God! This is the first time in three months that my prayer for rain has been successful, and no sacrifices were needed!"
"Everyone, hurry into the house and get basins and buckets to catch it!"
Realizing that it was really raining and not an illusion, the tribesmen hurried back to their felt houses, and all the water storage containers in the shops were put out to collect the rainwater!
The faces of the envoy of God and his two close confidants changed drastically, and the followers from the northern tribes he brought with him began to doubt their lives!
They followed the messenger of God for twenty years and did everything according to his orders. The messenger of God also saved their lives or the lives of their families.
After all, he was a veteran who had been playing tricks on people for decades. The divine messenger immediately calmed down. He pointed angrily at Wen Qiao and said, "You stole the credit for our rain prayers! This rain was earned by the twenty rituals we performed over the past three months. It was accumulated until tonight, and you broke the seal ahead of time."
Jiang Lili, who was watching the live broadcast, sighed that this jerk was really good at making up stories. She held back the swear words that were about to come out of her mouth and thought of a brilliant way to pretend that the god was angry.
She clicked on the recording interface of the dialog box with Wen Qiao, recorded what she wanted to say, selected the [Voice Changer] function, and set the sound effect to [Ethereal].
Jiang Lili sent a voice message to Wen Qiao with a changed voice, asking her to turn on the speaker and play it.
At this time, the divine messenger was still trying to explain himself: "It's raining now only because of the arrival of our divine messenger from the north. Don't these two people claim to be foreign fishermen?"
Wen Qiao sneered: "If we don't hide our identities, how can we better see the true face of you scammers?"
"Besides, look at the extent of the rain."
Wen Qiao retreated fifty steps and raised his hand to signal everyone to look at the rain falling from the sky: "The gods will not protect the wicked."
Everyone looked up and was stunned. The rain had clear boundaries. With Wen Qiao as the center, it was raining heavily in an area about two meters in radius. Where the so-called messenger of God was, it was still raining, but now the rain followed Wen Qiao's steps and left!
No matter how good the messenger of God was at making up stories, he was still stunned by this bizarre sight: "Impossible! How could this happen!"
The messenger of God led his men one step forward, and Wen Qiao took a step back, and the range of rainfall also retreated with Wen Qiao. The dark clouds in the sky seemed to have eyes, and they looked down on these people from the northern tribe.
This was nothing less than a great insult. The messenger of God was enraged and cursed: "You are a witch! You can control the rain from the sky!"
"The reason why there has been no rain in Mi Country for three months is that you are targeting the people of Mi Country."
What? How did I become a lich again?
Ge Zhu's face was washed by the heavy rain. Although he was always quick-witted, he felt a little stupid at this time!
who is he?
Where is he?
What kind of group did he join?
Ge Zhu wiped the water droplets on his face and his wet hair, "Sister, if you want it to rain, tell me earlier so I can bring an umbrella with me."
Having been at sea for so many years, Ge Zhu had always relied on his personal abilities to win in dangerous situations. This time, his belief in not believing in ghosts and gods was deeply shaken.
At this time, the angel shouted to the tribesmen and their followers: "Tie them up and burn them to death! They are liches!"
When Ge Zhu, who was doubting his life, heard the so-called messenger of God say that he would burn them to death as liches, he finally came out of his shock.
How can Guang Wenqiao speak alone? He has to keep up with the leader's pace and play the supporting role well, so that he won't be kicked out of the team for being bad!
Ge Zhu was full of confidence at this time: "Mr. Liar, I think you have the toughest mouth in the whole body."
"After deceiving people for so long, he was exposed and turned the tables."
He said to the tribesmen who were waiting for the rain, "Are you still going to follow this liar?"
Everyone saw that the rain followed the direction of Wen Qiao's movement, and began to believe that Wen Qiao was a messenger of God. Such a spiritual scene could only be achieved by relying on divine power!
"This girl can cause thunder and bring rain. As soon as she arrived, it rained. She didn't ask the tribe for any sacrifices or rewards. Liches aren't that kind!"
"Besides, the rain obeys her!"
"On the contrary, these people from the northern tribes only know how to steal from us and disregard human lives!"
"People from your northern tribe still say that Miss Wen is not a divine messenger but a lich?"
Whoever gives you milk is your mother, and it goes without saying who is the true messenger of God that you can rely on!
"Over the past hundred years, they've probably pocketed all the sacrifices they took from you. This is intolerable!"
Ge Zhu continued to stir up the crowd's emotions: "The gods are very busy, and they don't have the mood to bother with us mortals. They will only take action when their people need them most!"
After Ge Zhu finished speaking, the people of the tribe realized that they had been fooled by the group of scammers from the northern tribe since they were born!
Shocked! Angry!
They all looked at the so-called messengers of God from the northern tribes with hatred in their eyes.
Wen Qiao whispered to Ge Zhu, "Go use the intercom to inform the Third Master and the others that these people from the northern tribes might be about to run away!"
"Remember to ask them to call me Lord God's Messenger when they come."
As the messenger's lackey, Ge Zhu reacted very quickly. He first called out to the tribesmen loudly: "Everyone, quickly arrest these scammers!"
"The real Lord God's Messenger and I have exposed their centuries-long deception. Their first reaction will definitely not be to admit their mistake, but to kill all of us to silence us, fearing that we will leak the news to people from other tribes!"
After arriving at the tribe last night, Wen Qiao used the walkie-talkie to inform the rest of the team, and led the people of the Moon Tribe to approach the Mi Kingdom Tribe and ambush in the surrounding area so that they could provide support at any time.
The chief also realized the seriousness of the matter. None of the twenty people from the northern tribe can escape!
"Everyone, come on! I don't believe that we, with over fifty hands, can't defeat them!"
Led by their chief, the tribesmen rushed forward.
Seeing this, the messenger turned and ran, shouting, "Quick, blow the horn and tell the lord to bring his men to kill them!"
After witnessing Wen Qiao praying for rain, the followers were deeply shaken. This girl before them was the true messenger of God. Who would dare to kill her?
At this chaotic moment, an ethereal and distant female voice sounded in everyone's ears.
"To harm my people is unforgivable!"
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