Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

The rebels would only die in vain if they came.

Zhang Yi was also a little curious and wanted to know how the Snow Mountain Eagle rescued his men.

As the rebels were being escorted away, there were curses all around them.

All the Tantric followers looked at them, gnashing their teeth, and picked up everything they could get their hands on to throw at them.

The believers gnashed their teeth and denounced their betrayal of Tantric Buddhism and their disloyalty to the funeral master and Sangga Monastery.

Soon, they were all brought to the center of the square.

On both sides of the square, execution racks had already been erected using huge trees.

They were tied up high and stood in the square like flags. This was a display to let people see the consequences of resisting the chieftain and Sangjia Monastery.

A great lama from Sangjia Monastery came over and loudly denounced their actions.

"These rebels have surrendered to the devil! They don't want to see the people of the Snowy Plateau live a happy life. They have been fighting against the great Burial Master and the Triba, stigmatizing the chieftains who work so hard to defend our rights."

"It is because of these people that our lives are so difficult now."

"Only by destroying the resistance army can the Snowy Plateau usher in true peace and happiness!"

The loudspeaker system carries these words to everyone's ears.

At the same time, the bronze qin and the magic instruments played solemn music, giving people a feeling of majesty and prison, which agitated people's minds and made them kneel lower instinctively.

Sure enough, influenced by the great lama, the cursing outside the venue became louder.

They threw the objects in their hands far away, hitting the rebels hanging on the execution rack.

On the faces of the rebels, some showed sneers, some were numb, and some were sad.

They tried to shout back, but their voices were too soft and drifted away with the wind, so no one could hear them.

Next, another series of complicated processes are completed.

As everyone expected, the Master of Undertaker finally appeared in person.

The moment he appeared, a golden light rose from Sangga Temple, illuminating all directions, just like a golden sun rising from Sangga Temple.

The golden light was warm and gentle, shining on the faces of every believer, making them look intoxicated.

Many believers even shed tears and cried loudly with excitement.

"Burial Master! Burial Master!"

"Great Undertaker! Protect your people! Drive away the severe cold, enrich our land, and allow us to live happily!"

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The golden light shot straight into the sky, dispersing the dark clouds in the sky and stopping the heavy snow abruptly.

The believers became even more excited. They knelt on the ground, kowtowed desperately, and shouted the name of the master of the funeral.

Even Pajigesang and others present at the scene couldn't help but kneel down.

How can such a miracle not move people?

Zhang Yi looked calm, but Uncle You and Fatty Xu behind him were also dumbfounded.

"This, this, this... this is a miracle!"

Zhou Haimei almost fell to her knees.

Fortunately, at this moment, Yang Xinxin said in a voice that only they could hear: "It is indeed amazing, but it can also be done using scientific methods."

Hearing this, everyone looked at Zhang Yi: "Zhang Yi, can you do it?"

Zhang Yi shrugged. "I can blast the clouds away with a cannon."

He was not at all impressed by so-called miracles.

After reaching the realm of Ipsilon, every alien will possess mysterious and powerful abilities.

The method used by the undertaker is indeed very suitable for being a charlatan, and it is quite good for scaring people.

The lamas played louder.

The undertaker appeared slowly in the square wearing a bright red robe and a mitre on his head.

He was shrouded in a soft golden light, making him look like a god. Tens of thousands of believers in front of him were shouting his name like a tsunami.