Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Several elders were chatting together when the three players naturally came together.

“Su Changxia,” the woman whose body was wrapped in bandages spoke first, “and the one behind me is my brother, Su Changqing.”

Jiang Qingjian's expression also changed subtly, and then he calmly introduced himself, also introducing Liang Zaibing.

“He can’t speak, so it’s a bit difficult for him to communicate with us.”

Jiang Qingjian spoke to people in a friendly manner, but secretly whispered to Liang Zaibing, "She's Hongjun's woman, a notorious madwoman. Stay away from her."

Having not been bothered by Hongjun's men for so long, Liang Zaibing had almost forgotten about this incident.

Louis Sheng still left a deep impression on him, and his colleague probably wasn't a good person either. Liang Zaibing's gaze towards Su Changxia instantly became wary.

Su Changxia noticed his gaze but didn't take it to heart. Instead, she smiled and curled her lips.

Of course, her smile won't look very good in her current condition.

To be honest, Liang Zaibing admires her quite a bit. If it were her, she might not be able to accept the fact that she had severe burns all over her body so easily.

If he had suffered severe burns, viewers would probably have witnessed the tragic sight of him turning into a screaming chicken. He's not only extremely narcissistic and obsessed with looks, but he also has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Su Changxia seemed completely indifferent to her body; no matter what she became, it wouldn't affect her emotions in the slightest.

Jiang Qingjian wasn't much better off. In the horror game, he lost half of his mobility, and the system also prohibited players from purchasing items in the shop that exceeded the technology level of the dungeon. He could only go anywhere with this broken wheelchair, making survival extremely difficult.

Compared to the two unlucky guys next to her, Liang Zaibing suddenly felt that being mute wasn't so bad.

So what if he doesn't speak for a few days? He endured it.

Consider it a way to cultivate one's character and speak kindly.

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Instead of leading them to the main hall, the apostle opened a secret passage hidden behind the wine cabinet and led them underground.

The tunnel was a bit old, but it was very clean. Vintage copper oil lamps were embedded in the walls on both sides, their candlelight dim and flickering, with a faint smell of kerosene.

They walked down about one floor before reaching their destination, where the view opened up before them.

The entire hall is constructed of pure white marble, with olive branch patterns carved into the floor tiles, forming nested rings that enclose the central marble sculpture.

It is still a statue of the god Talero, but its design is completely different from the one outside the mansion.

The pure white statue stands upright, its chest raised in a sacrificial posture, its hands reaching deep into its heart, tearing open the hideous wound to reveal a lifelike, vibrant heart.

The sculptor even applied red paint to the wound, and the blood trails meandered from the heart all the way to the feet, even staining the floor with the color of blood.

Despite the bloody scene, the god Talero's expression remained sorrowful and compassionate; even as he offered his heart to his poor followers, he harbored no resentment.

The clash between holiness and blood imbued the statue with an indescribable malevolence.

Not long after they arrived, Chen Jinshan led a group of believers dressed in blood-red clothes from the other side of the underground space to the edge of the altar.

Chen Jinshan was an ordinary-looking man with an ordinary build, the kind of person you wouldn't recognize if you threw him into a crowd. But now, dressed in a gold and red sacrificial robe, he possessed an indescribable magic that made people want to bow down and submit at first glance.

Every believer's face bore the same fervor and obsession as they gazed intently at the statue of Talero.

Liang Zaibing had no doubt that as long as Priest Chen said God needed them, they would not hesitate to offer their lives for the God they believed in.

Chen Jinshan stood a meter in front of the statue, with the blood-stained hem of Talero's robes behind him.

He looked in their direction with a look of satisfaction, "I'm glad you're willing to believe in Talero. This will be the best decision you've ever made."

Su Changqing stepped forward eagerly, "When can the sacrificial ceremony be held? As long as my sister's injuries can be healed, I am willing to donate all my wealth to the Moyo Cult."

Ye Shu quickly added, "Yes, yes, we're all willing. Money is not a problem."

“Money is not important to us,” Chen Jinshan waved his hand gently. “The ceremony will be held at the transition between night and day. Today is the day you join the church, so please wait patiently.”

The alternation of day and night, does it mean that day and night are of equal length? Then wouldn't that be the autumnal equinox, which is the day after tomorrow?

After deducing the time of the sacrificial ceremony, Liang Zaibing had a bad feeling. The mission had a five-day time limit, but the ceremony was to be held on the fourth day. There might be more changes to come.

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Chen Jinshan smiled kindly and humbly, extending his hand to them, "Come, join us in swearing our faith in the one true God."

As if bewitched, the family members placed their hands on his palms without prior arrangement, and Liang Zaibing and the others followed suit.

One hand held six hands, neatly overlapping each other, and as the believers chanted, they followed Chen Jinshan in reciting the oath word by word.

"I wish to believe in Talero as the only God, to love him, to revere him, and to be grateful for all the blessings he has bestowed upon me..."

"I wish to believe in Talero as the only God, to love him, to revere him, and to be grateful for all the blessings he has bestowed upon me..."

"I wish to believe in Talero as the only God, to love him, to revere him, and to be grateful for all the blessings he has bestowed upon me..."

"Um-"

The orderly chanting was interrupted by this untimely sound, and everyone looked at Liang Zaibing.

Ye Shu quickly apologized to Priest Chen, "Xiao Liang can't speak, what should we do?"

Chen Jinshan smiled nonchalantly, “It’s alright, God Talero won’t mind such a small matter. As long as you sincerely swear in your heart, God can still hear the voices of His believers.”

With the minor incident resolved, Chen Jinshan naturally continued reading, "...when our physical bodies perish, we will reunite with God in the extreme realm."

Liang Zaibing certainly didn't recite those silly lines. Come on, he was a college student with impeccable morals; he couldn't be involved in feudal superstitions, okay?

Moreover, compared to legitimate religions, he felt these were more like cults, and he was already being lenient by not immediately calling the police.

“The oath has been taken,” Priest Chen released everyone’s hands. “After the baptism, you will officially join the Moyog Church.”

Chen Jinshan directed the believers to retrieve the baptismal implements.

While other families simply wet their children with water during a baptism, they insisted on carrying a large wooden tub that could fit two people.

The wooden basin was filled with water. When the basin was lifted, a lot of water spilled out because it was too full, but it was still half a meter deep.

The believers stood at the edge of the wooden tub in an unusual posture, poised as if they were about to control them and force them into the water.

An atmosphere of unease is spreading.