Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Just after 8:30, they were all ready and waiting for the driver at the entrance.

A believer dressed in black robes suddenly caught up with them and bowed to them. "The priest invites several distinguished guests to a private meeting to discuss the details of the ritual."

“But…” Jiang’s father hesitated, not feeling comfortable leaving his son alone here.

"Please rest assured, our security measures here are very thorough, and there will be no problems."

With the assurances in hand, the parents felt relieved. Jiang's father exchanged a few words with Jiang Qingjian and then left with the others.

Soon their figures disappeared at the end of the tunnel, leaving only the three disabled people sitting in the hall of the Ramu Mansion.

Jiang Qingjian rummaged through the small storage box on the wheelchair, took out a Bluetooth earphone case, and naturally gave one to Liang Zaibing.

After putting on the headphones, a brief buzzing sound came through as the parents and believers talked.

Liang Zaibing raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking at him questioningly.

Did you put a listening device on your dad?

Jiang Qingjian nodded without saying anything.

Despite being excluded by the two, Su Changxia showed no resentment. She crossed her legs and sank into the single sofa in an extremely relaxed posture. She took out a copper cigarette case with a rose relief from her body, lit one, and started smoking as if no one else was around.

Liang Zaibing was sitting right between the two of them, and the rose-scented smoke was practically hitting his face, making him choke and take several steps to the side.

The conversation in the earphones continued.

Because they were some distance apart, Su Changqing's voice was not very clear, "Didn't we officially join the Moyo Cult yesterday? What does Priest Chen want with me?"

"Yes, why do we have to deliberately avoid the child?" Ye Shu complained with a hint of dissatisfaction. She didn't want to be separated from her son in an unfamiliar place.

The believer did not answer directly, but said, "You will understand when you see the priest."

The journey was silent, save for the sounds of footsteps, the creaking of doors opening, and the movement of tables and chairs.

"Priest Chen, we..."

Chen Jinshan stopped them from continuing, saying, "I know you joined the Moyog Church to cure your children's illnesses."

"But we lack offerings to hold the ceremony."

Su Changqing asked impatiently, "What kind of offerings do you need? No matter how rare or expensive, I can find a way to get them."

"You don't need to go looking for them. We will have people specifically tasked with finding the purest offerings to present to God Talero, but..."

No one is a fool to have accumulated such wealth.

Mr. Jiang immediately understood, “Don’t worry about the money, just consider it a small donation from us to the Moyo Church.”

Ye Shu and Su Changqing both agreed.

Chen Jinshan laughed heartily twice, "It's truly their honor to have relatives like you."

"No need to give too much, two million. How about it? Two million for a healthy body is a good deal, isn't it?"

The parents didn't haggle and readily transferred the money.

They were even grateful after receiving the money, saying, "Thank you, Priest Chen, for saving my sister."

"Whether my son's throat can be cured depends entirely on the master."

"Yes, yes, as long as it can be cured, I'm willing to donate another two million."

After a flurry of compliments, Chen Jinshan pushed back his chair, stood up, and saw the group off. "See you at the sacrificial ceremony the day after tomorrow."

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What kind of offerings would cost two million? Flowers, fruits, cakes, and pastries, even if you brought a whole truckload, wouldn't cost more than five hundred thousand.

It's either a pretext to swindle money, or something far more bloody and serious.

To say they had no idea at all? Not necessarily.

But they signed the deal without hesitation, willing to pay any price to cure their loved one's illness.

Liang Zaibing took off her headphones and threw them back into Jiang Qingjian's arms, then started typing to him on her phone.

"Handsome guy, can I have your contact information?"

Since we probably won't see each other again before the ceremony, we should still exchange phone numbers so we can stay in touch.

After scanning the QR code, Jiang Qingjian leaned over to watch him tap the screen, typing and deleting, and finally left him the nickname "Jiang the Scoundrel".

Noticing Jiang Qingjian spying on the screen, Liang Zaibing proudly raised her chin at him and typed in the chat box, "How about that, is it friendly enough?"

Jiang Qingjian replied with a cat's head that seemed to be gripped by the scruff of its neck by fate.

"Aren't you out of character? Aren't the characters in romance novels who sit in wheelchairs supposed to be sinister and perverted tycoons? How can you use a cat emoji?"

"We are horror novels."

"That's even worse; he'd have to be a psychologically twisted, psychopathic killer."

Jiang Qingjian accepted the script that had been inexplicably assigned to him with a smile. Just as he was about to tease him a bit more, he heard the sound of the secret passage opening.

The person who was just chatting nonsense with him suddenly reverted to his gloomy and taciturn demeanor, making Liang Zaibing almost think he had just lost his mind.

As expected of a well-trained cop, his change of expression is as fast as turning the pages of a book.

After returning to the hall, Ye Shu nervously examined her son over and over again, only relaxing when she was sure there was nothing wrong.

Liang Zaibing thought she was probably suffering from separation anxiety, wondering why she was so focused on getting her son medical treatment but didn't think about going to the hospital herself.

Noticing that her son and Jiang Qingjian were sitting very close together, Ye Shu smiled with relief, "You and Xiao Jiang are getting along quite well."

Because she couldn't speak, Liang Zaibing had always been very withdrawn and refused to communicate with others. Now that she had made a friend she could talk to, how could she not be happy?

Mr. Jiang was also pleased with the outcome, saying, "It's good that we get along well. Our two families can keep in touch more often in the future."

A series of practiced mutual flattery lasted until the driver stopped in front of the Rameau Mansion before they waved goodbye and went their separate ways.

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Liang Zaibing deliberately placed a chair by the door so that he could immediately spot anyone trying to push the door open.

Sitting at her computer desk, Liang Zaibing was still uneasy, so she locked all the windows and drew the curtains to temporarily get rid of the creepy feeling of being watched.

Although Ye Shu's mental state improved a lot after she converted to the Moyo cult, since there was hope of curing her son's illness, it was hard to say whether she would go to another extreme of being anxious and insecure.

Once everything was ready, Liang Zaibing pulled out a chair and sat back down at the computer, searching for content related to the Moyogini cult.

To his surprise, there was not a single piece of information about the Moyogga cult on the entire internet, and there was very little related to the term, as if it were some kind of taboo that could not be mentioned.

Liang Zaibing searched the court document website again, but could not find any public notice of a lawsuit against the cult.

Illegal fundraising, illegal detention, rape, kidnapping and murder, etc., any one of these would have been a major problem for the Moyogists, but they got nothing.

If a group is large enough, it is impossible for information not to be leaked.