"Take my severed hand, hehe~ I can do something new later!"

Meng Yi picked up the scattered clothes on the ground and handed them to the men, "Take them all away!"

The man with a severed left hand was pressing the broken part to the ground, rubbing it, leaving a trail of blood and grinning all the way.

"I feel like... I'm so close to receiving divine grace!"

Meng Yi frowned. He worked so hard to obtain God's grace, so what should he do after obtaining it?

Cen Qiyun put away the revolver expressionlessly. "If I encounter something like this in the future, as long as I don't kill anyone, it's totally fine to cripple them."

"The Judgment Department won't deal with such trivial matters, and the Police Department doesn't dare to deal with the affairs of the Divine Grace."

Meng Yi pointed at those people, "They?"

"I'm not sure whether they're believers in sexual desire or reproduction. This kind of perversion is relatively rare."

Cen Qiyun pointed at the person who had been lying on the ground playing Snake along the bloodstains and sneered:

"This is much more normal."

She turned and walked to where she had just been sitting, picked up the book and prepared to continue reading. Then, as if she had thought of something, she asked, "Haven't you seen this before?"

Meng Yi laughed dryly: "I used to be more of a homebody..."

Cen Qiyun nodded and didn't care.

Meng Yi sighed and looked around. In this broken world, humans were so influenced by the gods that they no longer looked like humans.

Over time, even if these people are not influenced by the gods, will these hobbies disappear?

So many habits developed...

He turned his head to look at Cen Qiyun. This habit of reading must have been inherited from the Iron Creator, the false god she mentioned...

It was noon. After announcing the new oracle to the believers and forbidding them to "spread" the name of God indiscriminately, the two returned home with the pile of books.

Meng Yi pondered a question along the way, "Do you think our Lord's followers... have any strange hobbies?"

In the past, the gods always left a deep mark on people, deep into their hearts...

“It’s possible…”

Cen Qiyun clutched the book and spoke in a low voice, "If ordinary people lose the protection of a god, they can easily lose it again after they communicate with the new god through the ritual..."

"Because over the past decade or so, or even longer, they have devoted themselves to the gods, and many habits have been left unconsciously."

She sighed, "Even if we worship a new god, it's easy to anger him unknowingly."

"So... losing your patron saint is basically the same as being dead in everyone's eyes."

Meng Yi nodded silently. The more this was the case, the more pious everyone should be.

Just... angering the gods? Normal people do so many unconscious things, so gods can't be angered so easily, right?

"What exactly do gods hate? The preferences of other gods?"

Cen Qiyun tightened the book in her arms. "There's a saying that gods like intense, distinct emotions or hobbies, but vice versa. They hate such intense, distinct hobbies."

Meng Yi nodded slowly. If he wanted to expand his followers, he could start with those who had lost their faith.

The Scarlet King doesn't care about these.

However, these people are generally registered with the Arbitration Department, and in the future we may be able to cooperate with the Arbitration Department in this regard.

There is no need for that now, as he estimates that there are only seven or eight empty seats among his believers.

Cen Qiyun took a deep breath, "So, my Lord is merciful, He is salvation!"

Meng Yi sighed in his heart. Compared with other gods, he is truly a salvation.

Although those gods are righteous, he is an evil god who plunders the gods' power...

"Praise the Redemption!"

Cen Qiyun returned home, put down the pile of books, and turned around and said:

"You can take that rib with you. There's no point in keeping it. Go to the South Gate and exchange it with the Defense Department, or sell it to someone else."

Meng Yi took the rib in his hand and asked, "Is there any difference?"

"Of course!" Cen Qiyun took out his pocket watch and took a look. "Let's talk about it later. It's already one o'clock. Let's hurry up, otherwise we'll miss Zhang Yao's training."

Meng Yi tucked his ribs into his waist and said, "There's only an hour left. It's too late to walk there, and I can't rent a car in the outer city."

Cen Qiyun said seriously: "He ran away!"

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