When Martha returned home, she saw her mother's face full of excitement.

"My dear little Martha, you are wonderful!"

The mother happily hugged her and lifted her up and spun her around. Then she put her on the stool, picked up the prepared cinnabar dish, and stirred it in the small dish with her index finger.

The stool was wet and moldy, and one of the three stool legs was a long way too short. You had to carefully control your center of gravity to sit firmly. And the plate containing cinnabar juice was full of chips and cracks, as if it would break with just a little force.

.

Of course, Martha has long been used to this.

The girl was just a little confused at this time: "Mom, why do you want to give me a red mole?"

"Today is your big day. To become a saint is to marry the God in heaven. Do you understand? You need a red mole to get married. Be good and don't move."

As the mother said this, she pressed her index finger on the girl's eyebrows. The cinnabar juice on her fingertips naturally stuck to her eyebrows.

Martha has always been very good.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The mother put down the cinnabar plate, opened the door, and saw a woman with the same wrinkles. This strange woman wore a fringed dress, painted her lips red, and had deep eyeliner and eye shadow.

"Who are you?" Her mother asked vigilantly, guarding the door to prevent her from coming in.

The strange woman clasped her hands together and said softly: "Twenty-four years ago, I was also selected as a saint. Do you want to know what I experienced after that?"

The girl's mother's expression suddenly became a little panicked: "We don't know, we don't want to know! Please leave quickly, we don't even know you."

With that said, she closed the door.

It's a pity that there is a loophole in the wooden door. So even if the door is closed, it still does not prevent others from talking outside the door. Martha and her mother inside the door can not only hear clearly, but they can even see each other through the hole in the door panel.

The strange woman with a sad face said: "I shouldn't stop you. My child, after you become a saint, sooner or later you will follow the same path as me, and you may become a girl under me in the future. You know

Well, kid, those pastors are telling you to marry God, but after entering the church, they will get into your bed, one after another..."

Martha stared at the hole in the door panel and the gray eyes of the 'senior', and she was stunned.

The girl's mother screamed: "Don't talk nonsense here, get out!"

The woman continued: "Yes, the church will provide subsidies. Saints are also paid, a salary of two silver coins per month. But they will not give this money to you, they will only give it to your mother...

…”

The girl's mother opened the door angrily, slapped the woman in the face, and knocked her to the ground.

"You whore, why don't you get out of here, do you want me to tear your face apart?"

At this time, Pujia, who was hiding outside, finally couldn't help but stand up. Li Yu and Hilelia were behind her.

Pujia said angrily: "Who doesn't know that the saint is a pit of fire? You pushed your daughter into it, isn't it just for the money?"

The girl's mother pointed at her nose and cursed: "Where did you come from, you little whore! I tell you, the sign given by the pastor is here. If you delay little Martha's good deeds, I can't forgive you, pastor.

I can’t spare you bitches!”

The 'Senior Saint' sat on the ground after being slapped. She suddenly opened the zipper on the back of her dress and took off her clothes, leaving only her underwear.

From her arms to her torso, from her waist and abdomen to her knees, there were scars all over her body. There were slender whip marks, dot-like scars from cigarette butts, and chains left after being tied for a long time...

"Child, you really don't know what is waiting for you in that church. Now that I am no longer young and beautiful, I was kicked out by them, and I am no longer a saint. I can only be a madam with these scars. Child

, if you insist on making money for your family so early, you might as well work for me. At least, ordinary customers will treat you better, and I can take care of you, and will not torture people for fun like priests."

Martha stood up immediately, her hands subconsciously protecting her chest. She was so frightened by the scene in front of her that tears almost came out.

The girl's mother was even more furious. She picked up a stool and screamed: "Smelly whore, why aren't you dead? You are talking nonsense, it's all nonsense!"

Seeing that the stool was about to hit her head, the former saint finally stopped accepting the situation and hurriedly pulled up her clothes, ran a few steps, and hid behind Puja.

The girl's mother did not continue to chase and fight, but stared at Pujia, Li Yu and the other four with hostility.

"Just wait! I will take Martha to the church right away and call the pastor to come and deal with you! Wait to die!"

The former saint hid behind them and shivered: "Pujia, she really wants to beat me to death..."

Pujia turned her head and gritted her teeth and comforted: "It's okay, aunt, we are here, she doesn't dare to touch you."

"I obviously do it for her daughter's sake. Otherwise, if that little girl becomes a saint, what does it have to do with me? Maybe in a few years I will have another girl working for me..."

"Stop talking, aunt, leave the rest to me."

Listening to the conversation between them, Li Yu and Hilelia realized that the tortured former saint was not Puja's friend, but her aunt.

It suddenly became easier to understand why Pooja hated the priests of Bombay City so much, and even why he decided to join the Mages Association.

But at this time, Li Yu took two steps forward, grabbed the trembling Pujia, and asked in a low voice: "What will you do next?"

Pujia was angry, anxious but at a loss: "I...I have to save that innocent little girl, even if her mother..."

He asked another seemingly unrelated question: "There should be angels in Mumbai, right?"

Pujia subconsciously whispered: "The envoy stationed in Mumbai was recently killed by our assassination operation."

Li Yu's eyes lit up: "In other words, there are no divine envoys here, and there are only ordinary people in the church without master control chips?"

Pujia: "Yes...what do you want to do?"

Li Yu smiled slightly: "It's just to confirm the risks we will face in the future. Since you can carry out assassination operations in this type, and there is no divine messenger yet, then we should completely change our approach."

Pujia said in confusion: "What can I do?"

"Words are pale, only actions that are implemented can be convincing."

After saying that, Li Yu tugged Pujia's arm again and motioned her to stay where she was and not move. Then, he walked to the door.

Girl’s mother: “Are you the concubine of those whores? Get out of here!”

Li Yu was not angry at all, with a polite smile. However, he used a little force in his hand movements.

With a "click", he directly pulled down the decaying wooden door.
Chapter completed!