Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Liang Zaibing has now developed a strong mental fortitude, ignoring these boring comments and observing the furnishings and decorations in the corridor.

The paint on the walls is yellowish, and simple lines are used to outline various pictures on them.

The entire wall was covered with murals like these. After looking at them for a while, Liang Zaibing realized that there was actually only one set of images, and the rest were all repetitive content.

The first image is of a desolate village with bare tree branches. Several dark brown cracks are drawn on the field to indicate that the land is dry and cracked, the crops are withered, and there is no harvest.

The second picture shows many emaciated little people lying on or facing down on the dirt road in the village. Strangely, many of them are disabled, missing arms or legs or some facial features, which are depicted in a rather bizarre way using simple line drawings.

In the third image, a figure shimmering with a golden halo appears in the mural. He bends down and extends his hand to an old man, handing him a small cup of water, which is completely covered in dark paint in the mural.

This person must be the god Talero.

In the fourth picture, the dying old man not only stood up, but his severed left hand also grew back.

In the fifth image, the old man leads the other villagers, who kneel and cheer at Tarero's feet, praying for his mercy.

The sixth image shows the old man cutting many small pieces from a cylinder and distributing them to the other villagers.

The seventh picture shows all the villagers recovering their health. They are working in the fields, the crops are growing, the cattle and sheep are fat, and everything is thriving.

In the eighth picture, the village has returned to prosperity, and a magnificent temple has been built at the entrance of the village, where countless people prostrate themselves outside the temple to pray and make vows.

The mural ends here, fully depicting the appearance of the god Talero and the origin of the Moyog religion.

But Liang Zaibing always felt something was strange, like listening to a vaguely described turtle soup, the horrifying truth completely hidden under a narrative trick that cuts off the beginning and end.

That cylinder must be the thing they said could cure all diseases. Since it was given by the god Talero, why is there no depiction of the scene of bestowing the gift?

Moreover, the god Talero only appears once in the entire set of murals. Shouldn't such religious origin stories be described in as much detail as possible?

There must be something fishy going on behind this Moyogini cult and the Talero god, but it hasn't been exposed to them yet.

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The temporary accommodation was set up like a small hotel, with two iron bunk beds separated by a bedside table, a wooden table against the wall opposite the foot of the beds, and the bathroom in another location.

"Mom won't be sleeping with you tonight. If you encounter any problems, just message me immediately, okay?" Ye Shu held Liang Zaibing's arm, glancing at Su Changxia in the corridor from time to time, suppressing her physical disgust and fear.

Someone who loves beauty so much would find it hard to be completely unperturbed by ugly burn scars.

Su Changqing naturally took over the conversation, "Don't worry, Mrs. Liang, I will take good care of him for you."

After washing up, Liang Zaibing dried her hair and went back to her room.

He was about to greet Su Changqing when he looked up and froze upon seeing the person on the bed.

The young man, dressed in pure white cotton and linen pajamas, with a loose neckline revealing large expanses of pale, lifeless skin, was holding a thick book and leaning against the headboard, slowly flipping through it. He only looked up when he heard a noise at the door.

Can anyone tell him how the person in the bed next to his turned out to be Jiang Qingjian?

Jiang Qingjian explained succinctly, "My dad said that people my own age have more to talk about."

You're kidding me. What could a mute and a cripple possibly have to talk about?

But Liang Zaibing didn't bother changing rooms anymore and waited patiently for her rest time to arrive.

He explored the underground structure while he was taking a shower, waiting for the guards to relax their vigilance so he could examine it more closely.

At midnight, all the lights were turned off, and Liang Zaibing diligently acted as a caregiver, laying Jiang Qingjian down flat.

Jiang Qingjian, with his head resting on the pillow, laughed for two seconds before speaking, "I only have a sciatic nerve injury in the lower half of the thigh, and my muscles below the knee are paralyzed. I can still sit down on my own without any problem."

Liang Zaibing wasn't angry when she was told she was meddling.

A faint screen light illuminated the dark environment, followed by a clear Dutch voice saying, "What did you say? I don't understand."

"..."

Liang Zaibing couldn't help but laugh. She switched her voice back to normal and said, "Seriously, I'm going out to explore tonight. Since you're lame anyway, you can stay here and keep watch for me."

If someone were pushing a wheelchair around, they wouldn't even have time to escape if they encountered a ghost.

Rather than abandoning him and running away alone later, it's better to put him in a safe (probably) rear area from the beginning.

"Okay." Jiang Qingjian responded and closed his eyes. Liang Zaibing seriously suspected that he would secretly fall asleep.

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Due to technological limitations, Liang Zaibing could not use the Boundless Cloak and could only proceed cautiously, taking one step at a time to avoid being discovered by the believers.

Fortunately, these devout believers don't have a rich nightlife; everything is quiet after midnight.

He had just glanced at it and saw that the altar was connected to six passageways, with the three on the east side being accommodation rooms, which he estimated could accommodate more than two hundred believers.

Liang Zaibing first entered the northwest passage.

The layout inside is completely different from the east passage. There is only one door in the long passage, so the area inside is probably quite large.

The person who can occupy this room alone is either a high-ranking priest or someone from a place like a chapel where idols are kept.

Liang Zaibing cautiously reached the door and pressed her ear against it to listen for any sounds inside.

Is there a woman's laughter?

Liang Zaibing frowned in confusion; this was not one of his guesses.

As they listened, the woman's laughter changed, becoming laced with heavy breathing, "Priest Chen...so amazing..."

"How could you not be amazing..."

Liang Zaibing didn't listen anymore, silently moved her ears away, and turned to walk towards the passage to the west.

Damn it, he knew none of those hypocrites were good people.

The rooms in the west corridor were fewer in number but larger in area. Liang Zaibing quietly peeked through the crack in the door and saw that they were mostly filled with discarded furniture and miscellaneous items.

One room was spacious and tidy, with fresh flowers, fruits, cakes and the like on the floor and tables. In the center of the table was a box of high-quality frankincense, which should all be sacrificial items.

After confirming that nothing was missing, Liang Zaibing walked towards the last passage.

Hopefully there will be some progress, otherwise his trip tonight will have been in vain.

Liang Zaibing habitually peeked out from around the corner, but this time she suddenly ducked back behind cover.

someone.

There were two guards pacing back and forth in the corridor by the door, making it impossible to get around them.

However, this also suggests that there are definitely important clues inside.