The girl selling smoothies suddenly encountered a group of strange customers.

There were three people, two young women and a man who looked equally young. Their clothes were not as luxurious and gorgeous as those of nobles or wealthy businessmen, but for some reason, the girl just felt that the temperaments of these three people were a little different.

The most beautiful one among them had green eyes. She came to the cart and said, "Hello, I want a smoothie."

The girl skillfully scooped out a ball of crushed ice and asked, "Would you like curry and chili powder?"

Although she was pretending to be serious, Hilelia was still a little shocked when she heard such an option: "These things are added to the smoothie?"

"You need to add these..."

"Okay, that's fine, just give me one."

The girl nodded when she heard this and was busy flavoring the smoothie.

And Hilelia suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

"Martha."

Hilaria looked at this immature girl named Martha and secretly swallowed. Just now in the hotel room, from Puja's mouth, she already knew what it meant to be chosen as the so-called saint.

In other cities under the rule of the Kingdom of God, although saints have no hope of getting married throughout their lives and cannot retain worldly feelings, they can at least bring about a widely respected life. But here, in this city where priests act wantonly, becoming a saint can

That means becoming a slave in the church.

According to Puja, the city of Mumbai has 'selected' hundreds of saints in the past ten years, but none of them have actually been registered in the list of priests in the floating city. They were all deceived by the names of saints, and they only ended up becoming

For pastors to vent...

Martha quickly prepared the smoothie, put it in a disposable plastic bowl, and handed it to Hilelia.

Hilaria was holding the bowl of smoothie but hesitated to speak.

Pujia next to her couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "Did I hear that you have become a candidate for a saint? Why are you still selling smoothies here?"

Martha shrank subconsciously: "You...who are you?"

Pujia said seriously: "I have a friend who was once chosen as a saint just like you."

"Well……"

To Martha, the three people in front of her were undoubtedly strangers. But these strangers were looking at her with pity and concern. This made her very uncomfortable.

Especially the one speaking now, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her rapid breathing caused her nose to open and contract rapidly, as if she was still filled with anger that she didn't know where to come from.

Martha became increasingly confused.

Pujia couldn't help but patted her thigh, and then asked: "Where is your brand?"

Martha replied in a low voice: "Well, my brother was nearby just now, so I asked him to take it home."

Pujia: "Are you worried that the brand will be lost by yourself?"

Martha: "My brother is a fast runner...and more than half of these smoothies are still unsold. It would be a waste to take them back."

Just then, the girl's brother ran over.

This is a little boy who is less than ten years old. He is only as tall as Li Yu's waist. He has the same skin color and facial features as his sister, and he looks quite smart and cute.

The little boy jumped to the side of the cart and shouted: "Sister, mom told you to go back quickly! You don't know, I have never seen my mom in such a hurry. If it weren't for me running faster, she would have run over by herself.

Urging you to go home!"

Martha was a little at a loss: "But these smoothies haven't been sold out yet..."

Little boy: "I'll sell it for you, so go back quickly! Mom is preparing cinnabar, and she'll wait for you to go back and put a red mole on your face."

According to the remaining local customs, the red mole on the face is placed between the eyebrows. For girls, this is a necessary preparation for major occasions such as weddings.

"Okay...I, I'll go back right away...you look at the stall."

Martha reluctantly agreed, handed over the smoothie business from the cart to her brother, and walked home.

Seeing this, Pujia didn't think much and hurriedly followed.

Martha turned and asked, "Why are you following me?"

Pujia was so irritated that she couldn't help but pull her pigtails: "Why don't you kid understand..."

Li Yu advised from the side: "Don't be anxious, the more anxious you are, the more useless you will be."

Pujia took a deep breath and managed to calm down, but she didn't know what to say to the girl in front of her.

Li Yu lowered his voice and said: "Isn't it easy to follow her? There is no need to follow her in person. Making her too nervous will only have the opposite effect."

Pujia bit her lower lip and nodded. Suddenly, she also thought of what to do.

She handed a coin-sized plastic round sign to Li Yu's hand and said, "I'm going to find my friend now. You follow the little girl to her house. You go first, I'll be right back!"

After whispering, Puja ran away quickly.

Li Yu weighed the small round card in his hand and estimated that it should be a signal transmitter for positioning. As for Pujia's improvised plan, he felt that he could probably guess it.

Martha took two steps, looked back at them hesitantly, then suddenly quickened her pace and almost ran away in a flash.

Obviously, this girl was afraid that these strangers had evil intentions and might want to steal her saint sign or something.

Hilaria asked: "What should we do now?"

Li Yu squatted down slightly: "Come up."

Hilaria was stunned: "Ah?"

Li Yu: "If I carry you on my back, I can run faster than you can by yourself. As long as the speed is slightly faster, there is no way that little girl can get rid of us."

Hilaria did not dare to waste time, so she quickly lay on his back and hugged his shoulders and neck with her hands.

Li Yu ran a long distance in just a few steps. Even if someone nearby noticed them, they could no longer catch the two of them in the blink of an eye.

Hilaria was lying on his back, her face pressed against his trapezius muscles, feeling the speedy wind coming towards her, her heart beating fast. The girl secretly thought, it must be because of the city of Mumbai.

The tragic experience of the saint was connected with the innocent and immature little girl just now, which made me feel uneasy...

Of course, she felt that it might also have something to do with Li Yu running too fast.

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Li Yu carried Hilelia on his back and easily followed Martha's home. Of course, in order to prevent the girl from discovering her, they did not go in, but just watched at the corner of the messy alley.

It was a dilapidated bungalow, with the walls and ceiling made of old wooden boards with mold stains.

As soon as Martha arrived at the door of her house, she was dragged in by a middle-aged woman with wrinkles on her face and closed the air leaking door.

Hilelia pressed her chest, where her heart was still beating too fast, and asked in a low voice: "Is that her mother?"

Li Yu: "It should be."

Hilaria couldn't help but ask again: "Does her mother know what happened to the saint?"

Li Yu: "That's hard to say..."
Chapter completed!