Chapter 864 Sir, You Have Suffered!

"I will expose you, I will definitely expose you!" Jessefa waved to his assistants and quickly fled carrying various equipment.

In the heavy rain, only Zhuang Buyuan and three hammer men were left, as well as tents and debris on the ground.

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

Then there was a cry of surprise.

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

After all, Zhuang Buyuan really needs a magic consultant.

Who would have thought that with just the first card, this back would turn green.

This card is called "Historian".

Zhuang Buyuan originally thought that as a historian, he could just write down everything, just like a secretary, scribe, or stenographer.

Any college graduate can do the job.

Who would have thought that this identity seemed to be harder to find than "acting city lord". Zhuang Buyuan looked for many people, but none of them had the right skills.

However, with the same red and purple rebellious streak, this person seems to be very resistant to him!

"Did I offend him in any way?" Zhuang Buyuan looked at the three hammermen behind him.

The hammer man squatted there with a blank look on his face.

Jessefa took her assistants and ran wildly in the rain with various expensive instruments.

As I was running, I suddenly felt a light hit on my head and the rain stopped.

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

From hundreds of heights in the sky, it descended continuously, but turned into a straight line behind it, as if someone had cut off the excess rain with a knife.

This is unscientific.

All the believers faced this wall of rain and prayed tremblingly.

terrible!

What did they just hear?

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

Oh my gosh, that's terrible!

God wants to punish the world!

Even reporters who are not believers are trembling at this time. This is something evil!

How evil!

There is evil everywhere!

When he saw Jessfa, he immediately rushed forward and asked Jessfa: "Professor Jessfa, didn't you say that this prophet is a liar?"

"I will definitely expose him!"

"But everything he said came true! Apart from miracles, is there anything else that can explain it?"

Jessefa doesn't want to talk, could you please stop slapping her in the face like this?

The manor’s prompt: “Congratulations to the kind owner of the manor, the cruel achievement progress of ‘Cruel Slap in the Face’ is 1/10.”

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

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

"Professor Jessefah, what do you think of the legendary lost land?"

Asked this question, Jessefah calmed down again. He had already thought about this question.

"Actually, there are records in history where a large piece of land or even a city disappeared inexplicably." Jessefa said, "In this case, the most likely cause is geological changes, plate extrusion, and the ground was buried directly underground. , no matter what, human beings cannot easily wipe away the land from the earth. It is possible that he discovered the geological changes here, and then pretended to be a ghost..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the reporter's eyes straighten again.

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

The heavy rain connected the sky and the ground, like a wall of rain, and at this time, the wall of rain was falling inward.

It seemed that the downpour was not real, but was drawn on a piece of paper, and now there was a huge force that folded the paper.

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

But now, all is gone.

It's like someone cut that space away like a cake, and then put the rest of the cake together.

The people who had just escaped in panic were originally scattered around, but at this time they were gathered together by an invisible force and gathered together again, looking at each other.

"No...impossible...this must be a cover-up, it must be some trick used before..." Jessefa couldn't believe it.

But apart from miracles, what else can explain all this?

The manor’s prompt: “Congratulations to the kind manor owner, the cruel achievement progress of ‘Cruel Slap in the Face’ is 2/10.”

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

Jessefa raised her head and looked at the wall of rain that was starting to spread from the inside out again, and suddenly felt weak all over.

Is this really the arrival of a prophet?

If not a prophet, what could he be?

But why does he always feel so strange?

His professionalism told him that there was something fishy here.

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

The wall of rain spread outward inch by inch, and he knew that by this time tomorrow, the area covered by the rain would be "reclaimed" again.

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

How long will it take to lead the crimson sea water to the Golan Highlands?

Such a huge project, at least measured in years, one year later...I am afraid that the entire Liumang Prefecture will have disappeared long ago.

Their nation has been wandering around for too long. People who have never lost their territory will not understand the fear of losing their territory inch by inch.

Faced with this irresistible force, not to mention devout believers, even his students who were not very religious were crying loudly.

Losing the country, losing the home, losing the glory, being expelled, being massacred...

This kind of fear is so deep into the bone marrow that it is more terrifying than death or injury.

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

Damn it, what kind of prophet is this?

This is simply a terrorist!

Now how to do?

Is there any construction company in the world that can complete this project before our country is swallowed up by this terrorist?

Have it? Which?

…

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

Today was a rest day, and all government departments were closed. He almost didn't go out. He spent the whole day thinking hard about what to do.

It seems that no matter what, I can't find a breakthrough.

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

"Is Mr. Xu here?"

Xu Nianwu opened the door and saw dozens of men and women in suits and ties standing there with uneasy smiles on their faces: "Excuse me... are you Mr. Xu from the Zhoujian Group?"

"I am...are you?"

"This is our Prime Minister."

Before Xu Nianwu could react, the Prime Minister rushed up and held his hand: "Sir, you have suffered!"

ah? What kind of magic is this?

…

On the outskirts of Yancheng, Lao Feng watched the news with an expressionless face.

"International news, Liumang Prefecture and Shuangxing Prefecture have just announced that they will start the Fei Death Canal project from now on. Xu Nianwu, general manager of the prefecture's company Zhoujian Group, attended the signing ceremony..."

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

Aunt Li came over to take a look, and immediately smiled and said: "Hey, have you started practicing your signature?"

All I saw was written on the paper...

Zhuang Liangzhou.