When Yahya realized that he was very sad, angry, crazy, and crazy with thoughts, his head buzzed like an insect, and then he went crazy.
Ahhh!
He couldn't control the pain anymore and cried, he really wanted to faint and couldn't bear the pain anymore, but when John thought about it, God gave him despair and his heart was forted. . Then he heard a strange sound.
It was the voice of a young but hateful woman, as if uttered to make someone hate her.
But John wasn't happy about it and didn't know why he felt that way.
But he felt great joy in his heart.
Of course, I forgot whose voice it was.
Of course I forgot the reason.
But this happiness is not fake, it exists.
That's crazy, there are two possibilities: both the world is crazy, or I'm crazy.
In the heat of his anger, amidst the screaming, contemptuous taunts of the woman, Yahya finally broke down.
- You have to leave, what lies ahead is not madness, but fate and revenge, haven't you heard? This is God's voice, so obey it.
- That was planned from the beginning.
- Must stop, the dead must not wake up from a long sleep.
—— Returning everything to its original meaning is the only way to true salvation and salvation.
opportunity? It's crazy, am I dreaming?
John's hand was swollen and full of blood vessels.
He put his hand on his head because it hurt.
I feel better even though it's useless, maybe it's just a psychological effect, but I still feel better.
Wow, if you can say that, it means you finally understand.
Suddenly someone answered Johanna, and when Johanna followed the voice and looked at him, it was a familiar person.
It was a strange old man in fisherman's clothing, curly gray hair, and wrinkled face, but Yahya could pronounce his name immediately and didn't notice anything.
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