"I will expose you, I will expose you!" Jessepha waved to his assistants and quickly fled with various equipment.

In the heavy rain, there were only the village not far away, three hammerers, as well as tents and miscellaneous items all over the ground.

"How did I offend this guy?" Zhuang Buyuan shook his head, subconsciously took out a few cards, and took photos of Jessepha's back.

Then he was surprised.

Zhuang Buyuan just instinctively felt that this person seemed not simple, so he tried to see if he could take him away.

After all, Zhuang Buyuan really needs a charlatan consultant.

Who would have thought that it would be just the first card, and the back would turn green.

This card is called "Shistorian".

Zhuang Buyuan thought that the identity of a historian was like a secretary, a clerk, or a stenographer, and he would just write down everything down.

Just find a college graduate to do it.

Who would have thought that this identity seemed to be harder to find than the "Agent City Lord". Zhuang Buyuan found many people, but none of them had the skills to meet.

However, the same red and purple rebellious line seemed to be very resistant to him!

"Where did I offend him?" Zhuang Buyuan looked at the three hammered men behind him.

The hammer man squatted there, looking confused.

Jessepha ran wildly in the rain with his assistants and various expensive instruments.

As I ran, I suddenly felt a lighter on my head and the rain stopped.

They turned around and saw the rain, like a wall, standing behind them.

From hundreds of highs, it continued to descend, but it turned into a line of brushing behind it, as if someone had cut off the excess rain with a knife.

This is unscientific.

All believers, facing this rain wall, prayed tremblingly.

Too scary!

What did they just hear?

They heard the prophet's orders, and they heard the wrath of God!

Oh my God, it's so scary!

God wants to punish the world!

Even journalists who are not believers are trembling at this time. This is a weird thing!

Too evil!

Evil is everywhere!

He saw Jesepha and immediately rushed forward and asked Jesepha, "Professor Jesepha, didn't you say that this prophet is a liar?"

"I will definitely expose him!"

"But everything he said came true! Is there anything else that can be explained besides miracles?"

Jessepha doesn't want to speak, can you stop slapping like this in the face?

Manor tips: "Congratulations to the kind manor owner, the achievement of brutality is 1/10 to achieve the achievement of brutality."

Zhuang Buyuan was confused: Who did I slap in the face?

Fortunately, the reporter did not continue to delve into it, but changed the topic:

"Professor Jessepha, what do you think of the land that disappeared in the legend?"

When asked this question, Jesepha calmed down again, and he had already thought about it.

"In fact, there are records of a large piece of land, even a city inexplicably disappearing in history." Jessepha said, "The most likely situation is geological changes, plates are squeezed, and the ground is buried directly underground. No matter what, humans cannot easily erase the land from the earth. It is very likely that he discovered the geological changes here and pretended to be a ghost..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the reporter's eyes straightened again.

He suddenly turned his face and saw the strange and magnificent scene behind him.

The heavy rain connects the sky and the ground, like a rain wall, and at this time, the rain wall is falling inward.

It seemed that the heavy rain was not real, but was painted on a piece of paper. Now there was a huge force that folded the piece of paper.

Covered by rain, there is an abandoned town, a large number of tents, and traces of human activities.

But now, everything is gone.

It was like someone cut the space away like a cake, and then put the remaining cake together.

The people who escaped from panic just now were originally scattered around, but were now pinned up by an invisible force, gathered together again, looking at each other in all directions.

"No... it's impossible... this must be a trick, it must be some tricks that I used before..." Jessepha couldn't believe it.

But besides miracles, what else can explain all this?

Manor tips: "Congratulations to the kind manor owner, the achievement progress of the 'brutal slap in the face' of the achievement of 2/10."

At this moment, a believer screamed: "No... it's raining, it's raining again!"

Jessepha looked up and looked at the rain wall that began to spread from the inside out again, and suddenly felt weak all over.

Is this really the prophet coming?

If it weren't for a prophet, what could it be?

But why does he always feel so strange?

His professionalism tells him that there is something wrong with it.

But the problem is that he can't find it.

The rain wall spread out inch by inch, and he knew that at this time tomorrow, the area covered by rain would be "retrieved" again.

At this rate, it is estimated that the entire Gelan Heights will be swallowed in three or four days.

How long does it take to lead the Fierce Sea to the Gelan Heights?

Such a huge project, at least in a year, is probably the entire Liumangzhou will have disappeared long ago.

Their nation has been wandering outside for too long, and those who have not lost their territory will not understand the fear of the disappearance of this territory inch by inch.

Faced with this irresistible power, let alone the devout believers, even his students who were not very religious were crying.

Losing territory, losing home, losing glory, being expelled, slaughtered...

This kind of fear is so deep into the bone marrow that it is even more terrifying than death and pain.

At that moment, a voice roared in Jesepha's heart.

Damn, what kind of prophet is this!

This is simply a terrorist!

What should I do now?

Which construction company in this world can complete this project before we are swallowed by this terrorist?

Is there any? Which one?

...

In the hotel, Xu Nianwu frowned and was looking at the information.

Today is a day off, and all government departments do not work. He hardly goes out. He has been thinking hard all day long, wondering what to do.

It seems that no breakthrough is found anyway.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Mr. Xu is here?"

Xu Nianwu opened the door and saw dozens of men and women in suits and ties standing outside the door, with a nervous smile on his face: "May I ask... are you Mr. Xu from Zhoujian Group?"

"I am...you guys?"

"This is our Prime Minister."

Before Xu Nianwu could react, the Prime Minister rushed up and grabbed his hand: "Sir, you are suffering!"

Ah? What kind of trick is this?

...

Outside the outskirts of Yancheng, Lao Feng reads the news expressionlessly.

"International News, Liumangzhou and Shuangxingzhou have just jointly announced that the Scarlet Canal Project will be launched from now on. Xu Nianwu, general manager of the Zhoujian Group of the State Company, attended the signing ceremony..."

Lao Feng suddenly took out his pen, found a newspaper, and started writing.

Aunt Li came over and took a look, and immediately smiled and said, "Yeah, have you started practicing autographs?"

I saw that the paper was...

Zhuang Liangzhou.
Chapter completed!