Chapter 104 Chapter 104 Zombies

The agreed baptism time arrived as scheduled, and He Junxia finished his sumptuous dinner in the presence of Xie Liqing's unknowing smile.

He put the washed dishes into the cupboard, hung up the clothes in the washing machine one by one, calmly told his family that he had to work overtime in the evening, and left the villa.

Xie Liqing watched her son leave, but felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Why would I feel uneasy?

She carefully thought back to the major and minor events that had happened recently, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing unusual.

She secretly laughed at herself for being so nervous for too long that she couldn't adapt to normal life after a few days.

Xie Liqing put aside her anxiety and continued to knead the dough.

Both children like the steamed buns she makes. This time she specially bought flour made from second-level mutant wheat. The steamed buns made from it will definitely be more fragrant and delicious.

Thinking of the two children eating hard, Xie Liqing's mouth curled up slightly.

A clean plate is the best compliment to a chef.

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Deep in the night, the moonlight is blocked by dark clouds, leaving behind a lonely and desolate world.

He Junxia changed out of his work clothes and put on patched clothes, then casually wiped his face and hands with coal dust to make himself look more like an ordinary worker.

He arrived at the agreed place on time. There was silence all around. Not only was there no footsteps of passers-by, but even the chirping of cicadas, the loudest and most common sound in summer, was absent.

The surroundings are so quiet that it's a little eerie

He Junxia raised her eyebrows slightly. It seemed that the people from Baiyun Church had already cleared the area in advance.

——As the largest slum in the Yunjiang base, people living in District 8 are either desperate criminals who hide their identities or penniless and rootless people.

They have no ties, no relatives or friends, and are the most unstable group in the base.

Unlike ordinary residents who are extremely secretive about going out late at night, they eagerly welcome the dark night that breeds evil. Or perhaps it could be said that they are the breeding ground for evil, the evil itself.

It must have taken a lot of effort for the people of Baiyun Church to keep such a place quiet.

He Junxia looked around and tried to find any trace of the contact person but found nothing. All he could see was depth and darkness, as if the whole world had lost its life.

It's quite mysterious.

He Junxia counted the time in his mind. When he reached 60 for the sixth time, a mysterious man wearing a black mask and a black robe finally appeared.

Only his eyes were exposed, and the rest of his body was hidden under the mask and the loose black robe, making it difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

But one thing is certain, he is a fourth-level mutant.

Letting a fourth-level psychic be the guide, it seems that the Baiyun Church attaches great importance to him.

He Junxia, ​​in her dress, nervously took small steps forward and exchanged secret signals with the person who was leading her.

Although the Baiyun Church already knew his true identity, and he also knew that the Baiyun Church already knew his true identity, he still had to do the necessary superficial work.

Otherwise, this long-awaited drama may not be able to go on.

Just when He Junxia was half a meter away from the guide, a faint scent of sandalwood entered his nostrils.

He Junxia subconsciously stopped and held his breath. After a while, he cautiously said, "God forgive our sins."

"God guides us to the other side of happiness."

The guide's voice was hoarse and low, and a bit awkward and dull, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Zombies?

He Junxia's thoughts were in a thousand circles, but he looked at the mysterious man with an extremely nervous expression: "Sir Messenger, where are we going now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand suddenly stretched out from under the wide black robe and grabbed He Junxia's sleeve. At that moment, He Junxia's supernatural power had already burned his palm, but fortunately he suppressed the instinct to resist in time.

"Don't move."

As the mysterious man in black robe finished speaking, He Junxia's feet felt empty, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, from an empty and quiet alley to a thick and cramped soil layer.

It turns out he is an earth-type mutant.

He Junxia's eyes moved slightly, but his face still maintained a trembling expression, allowing the black-robed man to lead him through the soil.

At this moment, he was very close to the man in black robe, and the faint sandalwood scent lingering at the tip of his nose gradually became stronger.

It's a bit smelly.

He Junxia frowned slightly, slowed down his breathing without leaving any trace, and cut off the activities of various organs in his body.

In the pitch-black underground soil, the young man's lips turned pale, his face gradually lost color, and his heartbeat became slower and slower.

If anyone could see his face clearly at this moment, they would probably be terrified. Unfortunately, everything was hidden by the darkness, and the black-robed man who walked forward ignored it all.

'1, 2, 3, 4...'

He Junxia counted the time silently in his mind. When he counted to 829, the black-robed man finally stopped. At this time, more than 10 minutes had passed since he and the black-robed man first met, and they were still deep underground.

No wonder the base couldn’t find the Baiyun Church’s headquarters after searching for so long. It turns out that their headquarters is underground.

Perhaps this place is no longer within the scope of the Yunjiang base.

As He Junxia was thinking, a flash of white light illuminated the dark soil. The soil suddenly fell down, and an ancient bronze door came into his sight.

On the left and right sides of the gate are carved a fierce and rugged animal face, each holding a glowing bead in its mouth.

The round beads emit a white mist similar to moonlight. The beads are more lustrous and warmer than the colorful white pearl shells in the sun, which is completely different from the imitation pearl lamps in the scenic area.

The bronze gate is not only decorated with animal heads, but also carved with many intricate patterns and designs. Just looking at it gives you a sense of grandeur and antiquity.

Which museum’s treasure did the Baiyun Church steal?

He Junxia complained in her heart and waited quietly for the next move of the man in black robe.

As for the little tricks that the Baiyun Church deliberately used to show off their victory, they only found it funny - in order to show how superior they were, they had to go to great lengths to steal cultural relics from the museum.

He Junxia watched leisurely as the man in black touched the orb in the mouth of the beast on his left. The door slowly opened inward, revealing a magnificent underground palace and a long Persian carpet.

On either side of the Persian carpet stood two pairs of black-robed figures holding green bamboo flutes, revealing the lower half of their faces compared to the guides, who only showed their eyes.

It was truly a grand Hongmen Banquet.

He Junxia muttered to himself, jokingly complaining that the Zombie King must have brought all the gold bars stored in the bank vault. He felt no shock or amazement, only sympathy for the workers.

The guide gestured for He Junxia to follow him, and He Junxia immediately ran quickly, following him closely.

"Click"

The bronze door slowly closed, and the black-robed men on both sides of the carpet played the bamboo flutes in tacit understanding. A smooth and pleasant light music that seemed to be able to cleanse and purify one's soul slowly flowed into the ear canal.

He Junxia pretended to be shocked and looked around, but she couldn't help but feel curious.

First the sandalwood, then the music, both of which can help people slow down and relax. He Junxia really wants to know what awaits her next.

He followed the guide across the long Persian carpet. The clean and peaceful light music went in one ear and out the other, leaving no trace on his slowly beating heart.

He Junxia followed the guide across the long Persian carpet and finally stopped in front of a small arched door.

Another man in a black robe appeared with a tray on which was a stack of white clothes similar to hotel towels.

The man in black robe handed the tray to He Junxia, ​​and the person who led him opened the small door and motioned him to go in and take a bath.

He Junxia walked in and discovered that there was another world behind the arched door.

The entire room is nearly a hundred square meters. In the center is a three-meter-high golden statue with 12 connected blank human faces. Nearby is a small hot spring pool with a diameter of half a meter.

He Junxia counted and found that there were 12 small bathing pools in total, and each pool was facing a blank face.

He Junxia: ...

The Baiyun Church really knows how to make some amazing stuff.

Not only are bronze doors, underground palaces, Persian carpets and other items from different cultures mixed together, but there is also a blank-faced statue that makes you lose your sanity just by looking at it.

He Junxia looked at the pool near the statue with disdain and didn't really want to go in and take a bath.

Not to mention that the bathing pool faces the blank face of the statue, the source of the water in the pool is a big problem.

Does anyone know how often the water should be changed?

He Junxia didn't want to use water from an unknown source, and even more so didn't want to use other people's bath water. The most important thing was that he wasn't sure if there was any surveillance in the room.

As a southerner who had never been to a big bathhouse, he felt uncomfortable at the thought that someone might be hiding behind the surveillance camera and watching him take a bath.

He Junxia opened the folded clothes on the tray and prepared to change into them.

Anyway, the other party already knows his true identity, so there is no need to strictly follow the character of an ordinary worker.

It's normal for a level five mutant to be a little arrogant and mysophobic.

But this thing is a bathrobe?

He Junxia picked up the white robe on the tray with two fingers. The touch and appearance of the clothes were almost the same as the free bathrobes provided by the hotel, except that it lacked the hotel logo.

He stayed in the room for 10 minutes before changing into a bathrobe, opening the door and walking out.

The guide didn't say much.

He continued to walk forward with He Junxia, ​​who had changed into new clothes, while another waiter in a black robe folded He Junxia's changed clothes and placed them on an empty tray and took them away.

After walking for about another 10 minutes, the light music from the bamboo flute completely disappeared from my ears, and only the increasingly strong sandalwood scent kept irritating my nasal cavity.

Although his body's ability to react had been cut off, He Junxia still wanted to sneeze psychologically.

Unfortunately, the corridor was so quiet that only two gentle footsteps and their echo could be heard. If someone sneezed suddenly, the sound would definitely be very obvious.

He Junxia doesn't want to attract attention for the time being.

The two walked forward step by step and finally reached the end of the passage, which was a more open space.

The first thing that catches your eye is a giant sculpture sitting on a lotus platform. It also has 12 blank faces, facing the 12 directions respectively.

However, compared with the giant statue in front of him, the statue in the bathroom is nothing but a dwarf, there is no comparison.

He Junxia had to squint and look up to see the blank face on the statue.

——He is the creator god in the mythology of the Baiyun Church, and the Zombie King also claims that he is his incarnation.

"presumptuous!"

"Don't look directly at the face of God!"

A hoarse and low warning voice sounded in He Junxia's ears. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and looked away.

The young man had a panic expression on his face. He looked at people in a flattering manner, and his tone was a little nervous.

"Your Excellency, I, I didn't look directly at you. I was just curious."

Seeing this, the guide stopped scolding He Junxia and glanced at him coldly, "Recite the canon ten times devoutly to atone your sins to God."

He Junxia: ...

Redeem your grandson.

On the surface, He Junxia was reciting the church rules honestly, but in fact, he was already cursing the Baiyun Church and the Zombie King in his heart.

The young man's recitation echoed in the empty hall, as if countless people were learning to speak word by word. The scene was extremely strange and was a huge torture to the ears and brain.

This is the preparation before brainwashing him.

He Junxia believed that even if he didn't look up at the statue, the guide would find other excuses to punish him.

After reciting the rules 10 times, He Junxia turned to look at the guide, waiting for his next move.

Unexpectedly, the guide stood there motionless, as calm as a piece of wood.

He Junxia frowned slightly.

He called out tentatively, "Your Excellency the Messenger, Your Excellency the Messenger?"

The black-robed messenger seemed to finally come to his senses and looked at him slightly sideways: "Follow me."

He Junxia: ...

There were really many tricks, one after another, interconnected, more than what he had seen when he saw his roommate withdrawing money from Pinxixi.

Pinxixi’s cash withdrawal routine at least has an end. My roommate was shameless and succeeded after asking everyone in the grade for help during a large class.

I wonder if the Baiyun Church’s tactics will ever come to an end.

If he got tricked in the end, he would definitely tear this rotten place apart.

He Junxia felt that his patience had reached its limit.

——During this period of time, he had listened to the miscellaneous religious rules hundreds of times, not to mention how much time he had to waste on hypnosis.

Fortunately, He Junxia's patience paid off, and after repeating the routine several times, he finally arrived at the main hall of the church.

A tall figure in gorgeous clothes and a gilded mask stood in front of the main hall. A half step behind him stood a man in a black robe with only a pair of eyes exposed.

It is clear who is the Pope and who is the waiter.

But the Pope in front of him was clearly only a level 5 psychic, and the waiter beside the Pope was only a level 3 psychic.

Neither of them has anything to do with the legendary Zombie King.

Seeing He Junxia and the guide appear, the black-robed waiter took a few steps forward and came to the two of them.

"Please prepare the messenger to lie down on the jade bed, close his eyes, and silently recite the teachings in his heart."

He Junxia lay on the so-called jade bed with her eyes closed, but in fact her supernatural powers were ready to be unleashed.

Regardless of whether the Zombie King will come or not, the mysterious man with the power of hypnosis will definitely appear.

It is no loss if you can catch Him.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached and finally stopped beside He Junxia's ear. Judging from the footsteps, it should be the waiter beside the Pope.

A familiar and rich sandalwood scent lingered around He Junxia's nose, but unlike the sandalwood on the guide, this scent seemed to have a slightly different flavor.

However, He Junxia's sense of smell was not very sensitive, and his understanding of fragrance was not deep. He only had some vague feelings and could not clearly distinguish the difference.

And the light music from the bamboo flute that I had heard before sounded again.

He Junxia realized that it was time to go to bed.

However, in order to make it more reasonable, he deliberately persisted for more than 20 minutes before slowly relaxing his body muscles, and finally fell into a state of light sleep, and then slowly changed from light sleep to deep sleep.

After nearly two hours, He Junxia, ​​who had been sleeping all the time, finally heard that familiar and cautious voice.

The source of the voice was the black-robed waiter standing next to him.

After realizing this, countless speculations immediately flashed through He Junxia's mind.

He continued to watch the situation unfold, silently listening to the hypnotic voice stirring up discord, and then when it was all over he suddenly opened his eyes and tightly grasped the hypnotist's hand.

The young man on the jade platform laughed loudly and wantonly.

"Got you."