Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

Chen Feng gave Old Wolf a wink, and the latter understood immediately. He raised his hand and conjured a gust of wind, ready to use his Wind Control Technique to catch the person.

But thankfully it was just a false alarm.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, a pile of colorful fabrics was spread out on the ground. It turned out that during the fight, clothes and blankets that had been drying on the balcony were thrown down.

Chen Feng sighed and said to Huang Mao, "Your quilt is just so-so."

The sound of footsteps echoed.

A young man with black hair, who looked about 70-80% like the blond guy, but was significantly taller and older, came down from upstairs. His brows were furrowed with an indescribable melancholy and worry.

The blond-haired guy instinctively called out, "Brother!"

Upon hearing the voice, the young man looked up and glanced at the blond-haired man with a puzzled expression. He seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place him. He could only say, "Sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else."

As she spoke, she left in a daze, and as she walked, she stumbled and almost fell flat on her face.

This is quite a blow.

Chen Feng couldn't help but say, "Your brother is like this because your mother forced him to."

The blond-haired man had no way to refute it and could only repeat, "It was my mom who forced me, it was my mom who forced me."

Chen Feng patted Huang Mao on the shoulder, telling him not to be disappointed: "Once I spread the Sacred Ox Sect, you'll be a loving family again."

The blond guy hummed in agreement, then said sadly, "I always thought I was the main character in the game, but it turns out I'm just an NPC who gives out quests. Brother Feng, can you see the yellow exclamation mark on my forehead?"

"I think you're out of your mind."

After comforting the dejected blond-haired boy, Chen Feng noticed a problem.

That is, how to find the Dharma Protector Eye of Joy through the line of Huang Mao Ma.

Clearly, Huang Mao's mother has lost all memory of Huang Mao and is extremely obsessed with the church. It's absolutely impossible to persuade her to join the rebellion against the church.

I had no choice but to play along and pretend to be a believer who was donating money.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng turned to India and asked, "Do you have money?"

India roughly guessed what Chen Feng was going to do, and rolled her eyes: "No way."

Are you so poor that you can't even afford to install a front door?

Chen Feng held out his hand and said, "Lend me a few tens of thousands of yuan, and I'll pay you back a hundred times that amount later."

India drew a card, glanced at it, and smiled contemptuously: "Reversed Ten of Pentacles. The Ten of Pentacles represents wealth and material success, but reversed, it means a lifetime of poverty."

"With your luck, you could win an IOU from a lottery ticket, so don't even think about paying it back."

Don't bully young poor!

Chen Feng thought to himself, "Once I awaken the Spendthrift System and the Super Rich Cashback System, I'm going to go on a spending spree, eating hamburgers for every meal except Thursdays."

But despite my desire to, I'm still very poor.

So Chen Feng turned around and walked toward a nearby convenience store.

The blond guy, still using gaming slang, asked, "Brother Feng, not doing the main quest anymore?"

Chen Feng replied in gaming slang: "I'm going to buy some stockings and do a side quest at the bank to make money. If I succeed, call me Boss Feng; if I fail, call me Mr. Feng."

"No, no, no." India took out her phone. "Can't I just borrow money?"

then.

dong dong dong.

The door opened with a knock.

Inside the cramped rented room, a middle-aged woman's sharp and sarcastic face appeared: "What are you doing back here again? I'm not giving you my salary card... Who are you people?"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Ms. Liu Ling, I heard that you are a follower of the Holy Ox Cult."

The woman with yellow hair asked warily, "Yes, what do you want? I've already paid this month's contribution."

Chen Feng spoke with the air of a seasoned actor: "Ms. Liu, there's something you absolutely must help me with. A few of us committed some crimes when we were young, and now we're plagued by misfortune and things are really bad."

"I've heard that the Holy Bull Cult can wash away sins and even grant entry to heaven by offering money."

"So I hope you can help me get an introduction."

"Don't act until you see results." Seeing that Huangmao Ma still seemed reluctant after he finished his explanation, Chen Feng placed a wad of cash on the table: "This is just a small token. If things go well, there will be a bigger reward."

Huang Mao's mother was already worried about the rent and next month's donation, but as soon as she saw the money, she immediately beamed and said, "Oh, what are you saying? It's normal for young people to make mistakes due to impulsiveness. As long as you are willing to atone for your sins, the Lord will surely forgive you."

"There will be a gathering in the city in a few days. The Dharma Protector will be there in person. Please take care of the introduction."

Get it done.

on the way back.

Huang Mao bit his lip, looking dejected: "I stood there for ages, and my mom only looked at the money, she didn't even glance at me."

Chen Feng comforted him, "Don't be sad, that's just a follower of the Holy Bull Cult in your mother's skin."

Time flies.

three days later.

"The address has been sent."

Following the address given by Huang Mao's mother, Chen Feng and his three companions headed towards the meeting place.

Originally, Chen Feng didn't plan to bring Huang Mao along. After all, this trip involved risking his life against others, and with Huang Mao's newly cultivated Qi Refining stage and his explosive combat power, he wouldn't be of any help.

But the blond guy pleaded tearfully, "Please, Brother Feng, take me through a dungeon run."

Although Huang Mao was saying nonsensical things, Chen Feng knew in his heart that blood is thicker than water. Although Huang Mao didn't acknowledge him as his mother, he was still worried about his mother's safety.

"Alright then, but if a fight breaks out, I won't be able to protect you."

"Don't worry, I'll just stay in the back and gain experience. I definitely won't cause you any trouble."

On the road.

Chen Feng yawned repeatedly.

It's all the fault of Boss Youmingxing, who insisted on posting a selfie in the group chat, and now he's been having nightmares for the past few days.

As soon as I fell asleep, I dreamed that I was floating in the vast and boundless universe, and then when I turned my head, I saw a huge tongue attacking me.

Then I was startled awake.

Chen Feng is the kind of person who can fall asleep even after looking at all those Teru Teru Bozu dolls on the third floor of an internet cafe, but he was scared half to death by a picture.

As expected, the paranormal expert is ruthless.

The gathering took place in a meeting room.

Chen Feng had imagined the venue would resemble the Cthulhu cult, with a bunch of strange men in black robes surrounding some kind of stone seat, offering sacrifices, praying, and singing hymns.

But a real religious order is like an auction.

"Sacred cow ginseng, prolongs life, cures all diseases."

"A magical artifact that can turn misfortune into good fortune and protect against all calamities."

Large white radishes, glass beads from two-dollar stores, and a whole bunch of cheap items are decorated in exquisite gift boxes, painted with all sorts of random patterns and symbols, and then resold for tens of thousands of dollars.

Would any idiot really fall for it?

Chen Feng had his doubts.

At that moment, a man in a white robe, white gloves, and a white crown suddenly appeared, smiling and waving to the crowd.

"Guardians!"

"Guardians!"

Upon seeing the man, all the believers went berserk and began a buying frenzy.

Huang Mao's mother introduced Chen Feng, saying, "That is our Dharma Protector, Eye-Seeing Joy. Your sins are grave; you must find him to cleanse all your possessions in order to be redeemed."

"Also, weren't you going to give the Dharma Protector a gift? You can take it out now."

"it is good."

Chen Feng nodded, just about to see the Dharma Protector off at his deathbed.

At that moment, a gunshot rang out in the venue, and the white-robed protector "Yan Kan happy" was hit by the bullet and fell to the ground.

Who?

Chen Feng was stunned. There was another expert?