Gu Bo... Long Yuehong wrote down the name and asked about other things.
After chatting for a while, he politely bid farewell and looked for someone else to ask for advice.
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 a special arrangement by Jiang Baimian.
In the "Old Tune Group", Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were the only ones who needed to accumulate experience in "acting alone", while the former was more worried about what he would do, so Jiang Baimian let Bai Chen secretly Follow Long Yuehong to make sure he doesn't have an accident, while she is responsible for watching Shang Jianyao and not causing trouble to Tarnan's fathers and villagers.
"The crossroads of life", Shang Jianyao stood there, looking right, left, and front, as if caught in a fierce inner struggle.
After a while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind and walked to the mission site of the Crucible Sect on the right.
Well, the Furnace sect not only has dance, but also hot pot communion. It is indeed more attractive than other sects... Jiang Baimian, who was in the distance, nodded understandingly when he saw this scene.
Next, Shang Jianyao joined the group dance, rhythmically moving his body to the beat of the drums, and sometimes shouted:
"Praise you, the gate of the new world!"
It's quite pious... Jiang Baimian got closer and smelled the rich and attractive aroma of fried chicken wings.
This made her a little suspicious:
Doesn't it mean that except for the local residents, everyone else in Tarnan lacks food and can only live on cans, biscuits and energy bars
Could it be that for missionary purposes, the "Scales of Glory" purchased a batch of live chickens from local residents at a high price
Really worth it...
While thinking about it, Jiang Baimian saw that the group dance of the "Furnace Sect" came to an end temporarily. 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 majestic 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 righteousness.
went to the opposite side.
"..." Jiang Baimian watched Shang Jianyao join the singing team and sang a chant with the group of people who believed in "Broken Mirror".
He seemed to have observed it for a long time just now, and there was nothing wrong with the lyrics and tune.
Do you think you're someone else wearing a mask? Jiang Baimian couldn't help but murmured.
As soon as this idea emerged, she suddenly felt that she might really become "another person".
It was really hard work... she said sincerely.
After singing a song, not long 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, looking relieved.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled out his tactical backpack and took out another mask.
This is a fat pig mask with exaggerated nostrils.
Jiang Baimian was a little dumbfounded when he peeked:
When did this guy bring out Xiaohong's mask
So well prepared...
Shang Jianyao changed his mask and walked to the iron pan where the chicken wings were fried without looking back.
So, it was Xiaohong who ate it, not you? Jiang Baimian tried to speculate on Shang Jianyao's thoughts.
Going around the thin pillar with people standing, Shang Jianyao walked to the side, forcibly squeezed a bloody path from the waiting crowd, and approached the iron pot.
The person in charge of frying chicken wings was an old man with a white beard, from Honghe, with blue eyes, about 1.7 meters tall, and wearing a red apron.
"You are from the 'Glory Scales' sect?" Shang Jianyao asked in Honghe language.
After spending some time in the Redstone Set, his Red River language became more and more fluent.
The old man with the 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 worship?" Shang Jianyao acted as if he wanted 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 Scale' of June, which holds the balance point of the year, 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 can clearly explain the authority and power of his own god in a few simple words.
After speaking, he glanced at Shang Jianyao and asked casually:
"Are you from the Redstone Collection?"
Other than being wary of sect-controlled settlements, no one likes to wear masks all the time, and the most relevant parish with Tarnan is Redstone.
"You can see it?" Shang Jianyao was "shocked".
Mike didn't know for a moment if he really felt like he was wearing a perfect camouflage, or if he was joking.
He raised his finger to his face and said:
"Isn't that obvious?"
"Yes, I, Gu Zhiyong, came from Hongshiji." Shang Jianyao admitted his "origin" frankly.
He immediately added:
"I'm not a follower of 'Yougu'."
Obviously, followers of "Yougu" can't deceive fried chicken wings... Jiang Baimian, who was crowded in the opposite crowd, slandered.
Her guess just now was right:
It was "Long Yuehong" who chose "Glory Scale" for fried chicken wings, not a businessman!
-Gu Zhiyong is the pseudonym of Long Yuehong.
The origin of this pseudonym is that Long Yuehong's mother's surname is Gu, and her father's name has the character Yong in it.
After knowing this pseudonym, Jiang Baimian 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?"
Mike was about to speak when his eyes suddenly focused.
He skillfully picked up the fried chicken wings and put them on the strainer.
The seductive scent is getting stronger.
"It's your turn." Mike looked at a group of people on the left.
The group of people walked to the front of only the pillars, lined up, and received 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.
When the group of people received the fried chicken wings one by one, most of them opened their arms and said their prayers.
This is roughly divided into two categories, one is "balance of all things", and the other is "balance of glory".
After distributing the batch of fried chicken wings, Mike bent over, picked up the new wings, and dropped them into the frying pan.
After doing these things, he turned his head and answered Shang Jianyao's previous question:
"It's all brought in from outside. Our sect has a special freezer truck and a self-built chicken farm."
chicken farm? Is your sect not right? Jiang Baimian's mouth moved slightly.
This turned out to be a sect that built chicken farms for believers to enjoy the Holy Communion!
Sounds good and harmless to humans and animals... Yes, only harmful to poultry!
Mike continued:
"We don't have that many resources, and only the big Mass in the middle of each month can let believers enjoy the Holy Communion.
"You are lucky. Yesterday was the mass of our sect. This batch of chicken wings is the last leftover. It is specially approved to be used for missionary purposes."
"Oh, oh." Shang Jian Yao, who was wearing a fat pig mask, nodded again and again.
He turned to ask:
"What are the teachings of your sect?"
He has always been professional in playing the missionary object.
Mike's expression became solemn:
"The core of our teaching has just been said in two words:
"Symmetry and balance.
"We have to maintain balance in everything we do. 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 the balance between people and nature. Balance, the balance between human groups, the balance between man and the next, the balance between man and his age...
"Symmetry is the most beautiful phenomenon in the world, asymmetrical things are dirty, ugly..."
Mike talked about the concept of "Glory Scale" one by one, and 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 fished 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 resolute attitude were astounding.
Soon, he received a chicken wing that was fried to golden brown. After biting it, he said with a mouthful of oil:
"good to eat… "
Jiang Baimian's expression became quite complicated when he saw this scene.
After eating fried chicken wings, Shang Jianyao asked very politely:
"Do you care about believers worshipping other people?"
"That's definitely not going to work!" Mike responded decisively.
Shang Jianyao nodded slightly:
"Then I'll think about it again."
After speaking, he turned around, returned to the center of the street, and took off the fat pig mask as quickly as possible.
Jiang Baimian glanced at the batch of chicken wings that had just been cooked, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out the crowd.
She followed for a while, and suddenly there was a commotion in front of her.
A group of people gathered in the middle of the street, wondering what happened.
When Jiang Baimian saw Shang Jianyao rushing over to watch the excitement, he also approached curiously. Based on his height, he stood on tiptoe and looked inside.
The one surrounded by the center seemed to be a single person.
"Who is it?" Jiang Baimian asked the onlookers in front.
The man said without turning his head:
"A survivor who came back from the mountains in the southwest in the afternoon, he ran out of the hospital."
"The thing about the 'high-level unintentional'?" Jiang Baimian suddenly realized.
"Yes." As soon as the onlookers in front responded, the middle area changed.
Someone asked:
"Zhang Jiu, what about the rest of your team?"
After a short 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 while, then suddenly laughed:
"It's me! It's me!"