Chapter 267: Failed surgery

Chapter 267 Failure
at night.
Saint Basil's Cathedral.
There are several onions on top, draped in colorful colors, like a castle-like church interior – and a stop for tourists.
Anatoly has completed his homework for prayer today. When he turned around, he saw Bishop Peter wearing a white robe.
Anatoly quickly went to the side of Bishop Peter and respectfully said: "Bishop, are you looking for me?"
"Anatoly, you come with me." Bishop Peter said softly.
Anatoly did not hesitate and immediately nodded and followed closely behind the bishop. He found that the place he wanted to go seems to be a place that is usually forbidden to enter.
Moreover, the Holy Power that he can feel has become more and more intense--after this, after special hardship, the priest who has a very devout faith in his heart can feel it.
As for the use, it is even more difficult. Anatoly is the most elite of this generation of Dongzheng. After studying from the monastery, he was appointed to the church for an internship.
Although he possesses the qualifications of the official priests in the concept of the righteousness, that is, the gods, but within the real church, it is only a fledgling.
"Bishop Peter, here is..." Anatoly had to send out his doubts.
But the bishop in front did not say anything, but pushed a door at the end of the corridor - it was also a small church.
The statue of the Father is in front. Anatoly found that in front of the statue of the Father, there was already a person standing at this time - also a costume of the gods.
Bishop Peter looked at Anatoly at this time and whispered: "Go in, relax, but be awe."
Anatoly saw a rare and solemn look on the face of the bishop. This made him wonder, but he could only do what the bishop said.
As he walked into the chapel inside the church, Anatoly discovered that the bishop had closed the door—the bishop did not follow.
Taking a deep breath, Anatoly came behind the god.
Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented sacred power from the other side... For him, it was completely like the deepness of the sea.
God is like the sea.
This sentence, I don't know why, suddenly emerged in Anatoly's mind, so that he instinctively bowed his head, what he wanted to say, and forgot it for a time.
"Look up."
Finally, this strange seems to have turned around. Anatoly looked up and couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.
This has seen him - this is the most common clergyman in the church to receive tourists.
How could he...
"You are Anatoly? Listen to Peter, you are the youngest priest in the monastery in recent years."
"Yes." Anatoly did not dare to make a mistake and nodded. But he looked unusually calm and did not panic because of the mighty power from the other side.
"My name is Sullivan."
"Hello, Mr. Sullivan."
Sullivan smiled slightly. There was some appreciation in his gaze, like satisfaction with Anatoly. But he suddenly said: "Do you feel it in the first two days?"
Anatoly nodded. "There is a very pure belief in volatility, but it quickly disappears. I have never felt such a pure soul."
Sullivan suddenly said: "You know, what does that mean?"
Anatoly shook his head.
Sullivan is righteous: "That represents, this sudden emergence of soul, it can become a saint of heaven in the future."
Anatoly glanced at him with amazed expression and finally reduced the ease of his face by a few points... He knew what the saints of heaven represented.
Sullivan then said again at this time: "Do you know that this soul is originally responsible for your surveillance?"
Anatoly opened his mouth and frowned frowningly: "Sir, I don't know very well. What do you mean by monitoring?"
"Close your eyes." Sullivan said at once: "I will remind you of what you have forgotten."
Anatoly did not immediately obey. He looked at the ordinary who was originally responsible for receiving tourists... Hey, he slowly closed his eyes.
What have I forgotten? He is still confused.
But no matter what, he is really curious.
Sullivan reached out his hand at this time, his finger on Anatoly's forehead - he also closed his eyes, and his body began to release some brilliance.
It is white and serene.
"My Lord is on..."
In his mouth, he began to speak some old languages. Anatoly found that this ancient language was his own study in the free time of the monastery, but he could not do a full translation - even after Sullivan's speech, he could not understand it.
He just felt that a more magnificent force, like a stream of water, slowly flowed into his body. It seems to be blending with the deep power of Himself.
Gradually, Anatoly’s mind showed some abnormal pus.
He couldn't see it... It seems that anyone else has said something in his ear, but he can only see half of his face, his lips seem to be moving, but there is no sound.
Suddenly, Anatoly opened his eyes and he felt a sting in his head.
His body took a step back subconsciously and had to look at Mr. Sullivan—the only thing he saw was looking at himself with an amazement.
Anatoly didn't feel what he remembered, and even the picture that just came to mind was gradually disappearing.
"Sir, I still can't think of it." Anatoly slowly said... Of course, his eyes also had some doubts.
The kind of grace that this guy has shown is like a sea... is it just an illusion?
This is very embarrassing.
"I know."
Sullivan nodded slowly, and he slowly turned around and looked up at the statue of the Father in front, without speaking. It was still the feeling of the sea before Anatoly came.
But in fact he is... he is really embarrassed.
But at the same time... fear what.
......
......
"Get out! Let go! Let go!"
The medical staff wearing the hospital uniform and carrying the stretcher rushed to open the crowd and said loudly: "Where is the injured?"
But when they finally arrived, they saw only a pool of blood attached to the wall, but no one, "when the wounded? Isn't that someone injured by a gun?"
"People are still there, but... but they are gone in a blink of an eye."
The ambulance attendance squad leader frowned and suddenly angered: "You tell me that a person who has been shot down and has so much blood can disappear from your eyes in the blink of an eye. He is actually a use. The magician who moved the picture, right?"
"but……"
"Enough! This is a prank! Who is the ambulance just called!!"
In short, before the platform, it seems to be more chaotic than just.
(End of this chapter)