Embers Ad Infinitum

Gu Bo... Long Yuehong wrote down this name and asked about other things.

After chatting for a while, he politely said goodbye and looked for someone else to consult.

Twenty or thirty meters away from him, Bai Chen wore a scarf, changed his clothes, and followed him silently with the help of shadows and pedestrians.

This was Jiang Baimian's special arrangement.

In the "Old Tune Group", only Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong need to accumulate experience in "acting alone", and the former needs to worry more about what big trouble he will cause. Therefore, Jiang Baimian asked Bai Chen to secretly She followed Long Yuehong to ensure that nothing happened to him, while she was responsible for watching over Shang Jianyao and not causing trouble to the folks in Tarnan.

"The crossroads of life", Shang Jianyao stood there, looking right, left, and forward, as if caught in a fierce inner struggle.

After a while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind and walked towards the "Melting Pot Sect" missionary site on the right.

Well, the Melting Pot Sect not only has dances, but also hot pot communion, which is indeed more tempting than other sects... Jiang Baimian from a distance saw this scene and nodded with understanding.

Next, Shang Jianyao joined the group dance, moving his body to the beat of the drums, and occasionally shouting:

"Praise to you, the door to the new world!"

Quite pious... Jiang Baimian got closer and smelled the rich and alluring aroma of fried chicken wings.

This made her a little confused:

Doesn’t it mean that except for the local residents, everyone else in Tarnan lacks food ingredients and can only live on cans, biscuits and energy bars?

Could it be that in order to preach, "Glory Balance" spent a lot of money to purchase a batch of live chickens from local residents?

I’m really willing to give it up...

As his thoughts flashed, Jiang Baimian saw that the group dance of the "Melting Pot Sect" had temporarily come to an end. The man who presided over the ceremony took out a black-shell book and talked about the beauty of the new world and the greatness of the "Scorching Gate".

Shang Jianyao listened for dozens of seconds and suddenly took out the impressive monkey mask from his tactical backpack.

After putting on this mask, he turned around and walked towards the opposite side with peace of mind and confidence.

Went to the opposite side.

"..." Jiang Baimian watched as Shang Jianyao joined the singing team and sang hymns with the group of people who believed in the "Broken Mirror".

He seemed to have been observing for a long time just now, and there was nothing wrong with the lyrics and tune.

Do you think you are a different person when you put on a mask? Jiang Baimian couldn't help but sneered.

As soon as this idea came to her mind, she suddenly felt that she might really become "another person".

It's such a hard work... She said with sincere emotion.

After singing a song and shortly after the clergy began to preach, Shang Jianyao quietly withdrew from the team and returned to the center of the street.

He quickly took off the monkey mask and looked relieved.

Then, he opened his tactical backpack and took out another mask.

This is a fat pig mask with exaggerated nostrils.

Jiang Baimian looked a little dumbfounded:

When did this guy bring out Xiaohong's mask?

You are really well prepared...

Shang Jianyao changed his mask and walked towards the iron pot where the chicken wings were fried without looking back.

So, it was Xiaohong who ate it, not you? Jiang Baimian tried to guess Shang Jianyao's thoughts.

Walking around the thin pillar with the person standing on it, Shang Jianyao walked to the side, squeezed his way through the waiting crowd, and approached the iron pot.

The person in charge of frying chicken wings is an old man with a white beard, a native of Honghe, blue eyes, over 1.7 meters tall, wearing a red apron.

"Are you from the 'Glory Balance' sect?" Shang Jianyao asked in Honghe dialect.

After staying in Hongshiji for a while, his Honghe dialect became more and more fluent.

The old man with a white beard looked at the oil pan and replied with a smile:

"yes."

This is the first batch of chicken wings tonight.

"Which Zhi Sui do you admire?" Shang Jianyao acted as if he intended to join.

After asking, he regained his courtesy:

"what is your name?"

"Just call me Mike." The old man with a white beard and a red apron responded with a smile, "What we believe in is the 'golden balance' of June. He controls the equilibrium point of the year, which is symmetry and balance. symbol. The old world was destroyed because something was out of balance."

It can be seen that he has rich experience in preaching, and he clearly explained the authority and power of his own deity in a few simple sentences.

After saying that, he glanced at Shang Jianyao and asked casually:

"Are you from Hongshiji?"

Except for settlements controlled by vigilant sects, no one anywhere likes to wear masks all the time, and the only related parish that has the closest connection with Tarnan is Red Stone Collection.

"You can actually see that?" Shang Jianyao was "shocked."

Mike didn't know if he really thought he was perfectly disguised or if he was joking.

He raised his finger and pointed at his face and said:

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Yes, I, Gu Zhiyong, came from Hongshiji." Shang Jianyao admitted his "origin" frankly.

He immediately added:

"I am not a believer in Yougu."

Obviously, "Yougu" believers cannot get fried chicken wings... Jiang Baimian, who was crowded in the crowd opposite, cursed after hearing this.

Her guess just now was correct:

It was "Long Yuehong" who chose "Glory Balance" for fried chicken wings, not Shang Jianyao!

——Gu Zhiyong is Long Yuehong’s pseudonym.

The origin of this pseudonym is that Long Yuehong's mother's surname is Gu, and her father's name has the word "Yong" in it.

When Jiang Baimian first learned about this pseudonym, he used all his strength to resist the urge to laugh.

"Really? Are you interested in our sect?" Mike naturally would not miss the opportunity to develop believers.

"Yes." Shang Jianyao nodded without hesitation, "Where did you get these chicken wings? Can Tarnan get so many chicken wings?"

Just as Mike was about to speak, his eyes suddenly focused.

He skillfully picked up the fried chicken wings and placed them on the strainer.

The soul-sucking fragrance is getting stronger and stronger.

"It's your turn." Mike looked at the group of people on the left.

The group of people walked to the front of the pillar, lined up, and picked up the fried chicken wings that were no longer so hot.

"Others, don't panic, there will be more later." Mike said to Shang Jianyao and the others again.

When the group of people received the fried chicken wings one by one, most of them opened their arms and said prayers.

This can be roughly divided into two categories, one is "the balance of all things" and the other is "the glory of the balance".

After distributing this batch of fried chicken wings, Mike bent down, picked up the new chicken wings, and put them into the frying pan.

After doing these things, he turned his head and answered Shang Jianyao's previous question:

"These are all brought in from outside. Our denomination has a special refrigeration truck and a self-built chicken farm."

chicken farm? Is there something wrong with your sect? Jiang Baimian's mouth moved slightly when he heard this.

This is actually a sect that builds chicken farms specifically for believers to enjoy the Holy Communion!

It sounds harmless to humans and animals... Yes, it is only harmful to poultry!

Mike continued:

“We don’t have that many resources, and we can only allow believers to enjoy Holy Communion during high masses every mid-month.

"You are lucky. Yesterday was the high mass of our sect. These chicken wings are the last ones left. They are specially approved for use in missionary work."

"Oh, oh." Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a fat pig mask, nodded repeatedly.

He turned to ask:

"What are the teachings of your sect?"

He has always been very professional in playing missionary subjects.

Mike's expression became solemn:

“The core of our doctrine has just been stated, and consists of only two words:

“Symmetry and balance.

"We must maintain balance in everything we do. On a smaller scale, this includes the balance of your state, the balance of your body fluids, the balance of your emotions, the balance between you and your family, and on a larger scale, the balance between man and nature. Balance, the balance between human groups, the balance between humans and sub-humans, the balance between humans and adults...

"Symmetry is the most beautiful phenomenon in the world, asymmetrical things are dirty and ugly..."

Mike talked about the concept of "Glory Balance" one by one. Shang Jianyao listened very attentively and echoed a few words from time to time.

After a while, he also specifically reminded:

"The chicken wings are ready."

"Ah, yes." Mike quickly took out the fried chicken wings and said to the crowd on Shang Jianyao's side, "It's your turn."

Shang Jianyao took the lead and lined up in front of the iron pot. His speed and determination were breathtaking.

Soon, he received a fried golden chicken wing. After taking a bite, he said with a mouth full of oil:

"tasty……"

When Jiang Baimian saw this scene, his expression became quite complicated.

After eating fried chicken wings, Shang Jianyao asked very politely:

"Do you care about believers worshiping other people?"

"This is definitely not possible!" Mike responded decisively.

Shang Jianyao nodded slightly:

"Then I'll think about it again."

After saying that, he turned around, returned to the center of the street, and took off the fat pig mask as quickly as possible.

Seeing that Shang Jian Yao had already walked to the other side of the street, Jiang Baimian glanced at the batch of chicken wings that had just been cooked, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out of the crowd.

She followed for a while, and suddenly there was a noise in front of her.

A group of people gathered in the middle of the street, wondering what was going on.

Seeing Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian rushed over to watch the excitement, and he also moved closer curiously. Due to his height, he stood on tiptoes and looked inside.

There seemed to be a person surrounded in the center.

"Who is it?" Jiang Baimian asked the onlookers in front.

The man said without looking back:

"The survivor came back from the southwest mountainous area in the afternoon. He ran out of the hospital."

"That thing about the 'Higher Unintentional Person'?" Jiang Baimian suddenly realized.

"Yes." As soon as the onlookers in front responded, the middle area changed.

Someone asked:

"Zhang Jiu, where are the rest of your team?"

After a brief silence, a hoarse voice shouted with unspeakable fear:

"Dead! All dead!"

The person who asked the question asked:

"Who killed them? The 'Higher Heartless'?"

The hoarse voice was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed and said:

"It's me! It's me!"