Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Jiang Yuan has always been clear about rewards and punishments, and uses both kindness and severity.

So after forcing Louis to surrender, he arranged the most suitable security job for the leader.

In return, he would bring Louis a portion of authentic Maoxuewang every time he came in.

Only add blood sausage, no garlic, it will be three times spicy and crispy.

The Earl lived alone in the mountains, how could he have eaten such exotic food? He was immediately attracted by it.

From then on, in order to stop being harmed by the bad guys and to get more bloody delicacies from the world outside, the Count decided to give up struggling and do his promising job as a security guard seriously.

Jiang Yuan naturally did not forget this rule.

But he left in a hurry today and didn't know whether it was this ghost door or this one, so he didn't prepare any blood sausage.

He rummaged through the takeout bag and pulled out a wooden box.

"Li, I didn't bring anything back this time. I just happen to have a portion of red jade tofu here. I'll consider it a gift for you."

Louis stretched out his hands to take the box, and as soon as he opened the lid, he was attracted by a sour and sweet fragrance.

Inside the wooden box, there is a layer of bright red diamond-shaped blocks, the size of an eraser, translucent, and as smooth as a mirror. They look very similar to fresh blood, or even more delicate.

The sweet scent makes ghosts happy both physically and mentally, and they know it is a good thing as soon as they smell it.

Jiang Yuan introduced: "This is a pastry made by mixing freshly boiled tomato sauce with black truffles and sweet broccoli, blending them and filtering out the juice, adding brown sugar and gelatin. It tastes sour, sweet, salty and fragrant. I tried one and it was quite interesting. I wonder if you can accept it."

Qiu Ci on the side was surprised. He had never told Jiang Yuan how to make this snack, but he didn't expect that he would know it all after just taking a bite!

Louis said happily: "Oh! This is great. Wo is trying to lose weight and wants to eat vegetarian food!"

"Lose weight?" Jiang Yuan looked at Louis through the window:

"You seem to be a little stronger than before."

Although Louis in the past was also unshaven and unkempt, he was half as thin as he is now, with a gray face and unhealthy looks written all over his body from head to toe. At first glance, he looked like a frail bamboo pole.

But now he has gained two sizes of weight, his sharply defined features have become smooth, his face is broad, rosy and shiny, and he is obviously living a very comfortable life.

Louis nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's because Bishop Qiu arranged too good a meal for Wo, which made Wo gain 55 pounds in the past few years. The doctor said that if this continues, Wo will become the first vampire to suffer from fatty liver."

Jiang Yuan caught a key word: "Bishop Qiu?"

He remembered that Wu Qu had asked before whether Qiu Ci was the leader, and Qiu Ci's answer at that time was:

【The Church of the Last Dharma has only servants of God. 】

It turns out that this sentence is just modesty.

Right behind him, Qiu Ci was shaking her head and waving her hands wildly at Louis, signaling him to shut up! Stop talking!!!

However, the vampire only had the red tofu in his eyes, and didn't even look at him. He picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, chewing it, and then continued:

"Yes, he told us to shout, saying that since you are not here, he is the bishop and we should obey him..."

When he said this, he noticed Qiuci's hands that had left a shadow, so he changed his words:

"Oh no, no, it was Wo who remembered it wrong. He didn't force us. We chose him voluntarily! Yes, after all, he has to rule over more than 3,000 people. Without a title, it's not easy to control him..."

Jiang Yuan's suspicion doubled: "Voluntary? Rule? Control?"

"Ahhh, it's not rule, it's unification? Unification?"

Louis followed Qiuci's prompts, and the more he spoke, the more confused he became. In the end, he simply gave up, put his hands on his pointed ears in confusion, and used a trick limited to foreign ghosts:

"What are you talking about? Bu Yixi, Wardley's words are not good, and you don't listen to him?"

Jiang Yuan: “…”

Behind him, Qiu Ci slapped himself in the face in despair and gave up struggling completely.

*

"Crashing... crashing..."

Raindrops hit the umbrella, bouncing up tiny water crowns.

In the middle of the dead woods, two figures were walking in the light mist, one in front and one behind.

After Li Baoan's mess, he successfully complicated a simple matter and translated Qiu Ci's painstaking efforts into wolfish ambitions.

Qiu Ci was filled with mixed feelings, worried that the Holy Lord would misunderstand that he was taking advantage of the situation and occupying the Holy See without the Lord's knowledge. He held up a black umbrella, followed Jiang Yuan two or three steps away, and said in panic:

"Holy Lord, please listen to my explanation. Things are not what you think..."

Jiang Yuan turned around and asked, "Is there anything to explain?"

The Cyberman was stunned by this rhetorical question, his mind went blank, and he didn't know how to explain it.

Yes, in the eyes of others, this is indeed a usurpation of power, and any explanation will only make him look even uglier.

"It's just...it's just..."

His voice became increasingly quiet and he lowered his head in sadness.

"I understand. Cici has to support such a large church by herself. Without a title, it will be difficult to convince the people and manage. Especially Louis, if you don't use some tough tactics, he won't even bother to pay attention to you."

Jiang Yuan helped Qiu Ci to speak out his inner thoughts, and then continued:

"Besides, as the saying goes, a bellboy who doesn't want to be a chef is not a good soldier. Your ambition can not only motivate yourself, but also drive those around you to keep moving towards the same goal. This is a good thing for everyone and is worth encouraging."

The Snow-haired Goddess made a gentle conclusion:

"Besides, without your hard work, I wouldn't be able to return to this place."

"Holy Lord..."

The inorganic grey pupils were moist and sparkling with tears. It was obvious that the believer was touched to the heart by the words of faith and was moved to the point of tears.

Qiu Ci has a characteristic. He usually looks serious, rigid, dull, and a little stupid, but in fact, his tear glands are well developed and he cries very easily. Whenever Jiang Yuan says or does something, his tear glands will flow like a fountain.

I didn’t expect that people can still shed tears now that they are halfway through their transformation.

Jiang Yuan stared at Qiu Ci and blinked, and asked curiously: "Crying? Your tear glands are remodeled quite realistically."

"I didn't cry." Qiu Ci quickly wiped the water off her face with her sleeve:

"It's this umbrella that's leaking, and the rain is dripping into my eyes..."

Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "Let's change umbrellas, so as not to short-circuit you."

"Uh-huh......"

Qiu Ci obediently took the umbrella from the Holy Lord and changed it for another one.

"Tsk." Jiang Yuan looked up, the more he thought about it, the more awesome he felt, so he said:

"Ci Ci, what I just said makes so much sense. Write it down and put it in my autobiography so that future generations can read and memorize the entire text."

Qiu Ci piously covered his chest with one hand: "As you command."

*

One of the features of this game is that the night is twice as long as the day.

So not long after the two of them left the security booth, it was almost evening when they were approaching the church.

At the end of the dark path, the slender and sharp church spires gradually emerged, like sharp blades piercing the sky.

The off-white walls are filled with statues with solemn expressions, including saints, angels, and gods.

Colorful and warm light is shining through the restored stained glass windows.

The rain beating down on it only made it look more solemn.

It is like a lonely giant squatting in the middle of the inverted crosses all over the ground, lighting the lamp of hope, waiting for a lost person returning home at night.

This place has also been renovated, Jiang Yuan sighed.

This church was not so complete in the past, and was in tatters everywhere, because Jiang Yuan was busy playing games, stealing props, and harming the people every day. Although he occupied this place, he rarely took care of it, and other people were also assigned tasks, so this church was basically a place to simply shelter from the rain and rest, and it brought the minimalist and decadent style to the extreme.

But now, the muddy road has been paved with stone bricks, the iron fence has been repaired, the broken glass windows have been replaced, and even the dead bodies thrown everywhere have been neatly buried in the graves, and the crosses have been repaired one by one.

It’s all thanks to Qiu Ci.

Inside the church, there were voices, like laughter and fighting, it sounded quite lively.

With the help of this power, it will be just a matter of time before we can defeat the evil god, retire successfully, and then go back to the river to fish.

Since we are talking about fishing, we have to talk about small fish.

He was probably still worried that his master had been cheated and abducted by Qiu Ci, so Jiang Yuan took out his cell phone and took a photo of the restored exterior of the church, preparing to send it to Yu Yidu.

He also added a sentence:

[Emperor Jiang: Xiaoyu'er, let me show you my kingdom. I'll bring you here next time...]

Before Jiang Yuan finished typing the word "play", a scream interrupted his thoughts.

“Ah ...

The sound resounded through the sky, awakening the bats hanging upside down in the dark corner of the church.

Pairs of scarlet eyes lit up, adding a touch of solemnity and weirdness.

what happened?

Jiang Yuan's snow-white brows slightly tightened, he felt something was not right, and immediately quickened his pace towards the church gate.

After passing through the damp rain curtain and stepping into the three-meter-high pointed gate, the aroma of burnt barbecue that had undergone a full Maillard reaction hit him in the face, unexpectedly attacking his nose and being inhaled into his lungs by Jiang Yuan.

The Snow-haired Son of God's face changed, and suddenly lost three points of its blood color.

This tastes too ripe.

At the front of the church, a number of men and women in modern clothes gathered around the altar.

At the edge of the altar, there was a circle of white candles of varying lengths, and a young man was lying on it. Jiang Yuan looked from a distance and found that two-thirds of his body was charred and even carbonized. It was obvious that he had suffered severe burns.

The scream came from his mouth.

The crowd surrounded him, muttering something, one of them raised his machete and chopped at the man's legs again.

The silver light was dazzling, and the knife fell.

The screams made the candle flames jump.

Someone muttered as he stuffed a thick branch into the man's mouth, suppressing his cries back into his chest.

“Mmmmm--------------!!!!!!”

“--Bang--!!!”

A whole burnt black leg fell heavily to the ground, and red blood spurted out from the broken surface, staining the white tile floor red.

Charred, bright red, and pure white.

The three colors blended together to form a distorted abstract picture in the center of the crowd, which was so dazzling that Jiang Yuan felt dizzy.

The thigh was charred from the sole to the base of the leg, with marks of being chopped by a knife everywhere. And probably because it had been roasted by a fierce fire, the cut flesh was curled and bulging outwards.

Like the famous dish called Squirrel Fish.

It also looks like a starch sausage that has just been fried and burnt, black on the outside and tender and red on the inside.

It just fell to the ground, and the dry and charred debris scattered along with the blood, constantly exuding a complex aroma that made hungry ghosts swallow their saliva.

Without the interference of screams and wails, Jiang Yuan could hear clearly what these people were mourning ---

"Father...is dead..."

"May... the Lord shine upon the world..."

"The Gospel of the Dharma of the Ending Age..."

"Redemption...ten thousand...people...!"

The Snow-haired Son of God felt a pang in his heart.

An extremely ominous and terrifying premonition began to take root and spread wildly in his heart.