Meng Yi returned to the car and faced Tian Mo's anxious gaze. He hesitated for a moment before replying:

"Don't ask, and don't pry."

He patted the other person's shoulder gently and said, "Just wait for the result with peace of mind."

Tian Mo was puzzled.

Meng Yi could only hint: "I can't say." Then he returned the eighth-level material.

He ended up becoming the kind of person he hated the most... The Riddler.

Tian Mo and Luan Shan looked at each other, their expressions changed continuously, and finally they nodded heavily.

Tian Mo asked in a deep voice: "Where are you going?"

"market…"

Meng Yi stood at the entrance of Nanmen Market, watching them drive away, feeling puzzled.

Did something happen in Pure City?

He looked up at the still raging disaster, his brows raised slightly. It seemed that at least the high-level officials in the major fortress cities had means of long-distance communication.

This communication cannot even be interrupted by famine.

As for Ye Linglan, Meng Yi guessed that she should be fine.

She had left Pure City two months ago. How could she know what those natural people in Pure City had done afterwards?

Unless she is a hidden player.

But Jing'an City has the divine grace of the Heart Prison Judgment, which is a natural and obvious thing and should not be hidden.

Forget it, these are all guesses. Meng Yi laughed at himself and decided to get down to business.

At the market, based on his observations and comparisons from the previous few days, after some bargaining, he acquired eight cheap ninth-order materials containing extraordinary power.

These things don't even need to be identified in terms of grade. The lowest grade is grade nine, so he doesn't worry about someone passing off low-grade items as high-grade ones.

This reduced his wealth to 230,000.

Money doesn't go anywhere...

Later, when I have more men under my command, I must form a hunting group to go to the wilderness to seize supernatural powers for me!

On the way back, Meng Yi began to imagine the future.

He bumped into Cen Qiyun downstairs who was holding a pile of thick books. She was obviously going out.

"What are you doing?"

"Please return these books." The pile of books was so high that Cen Qiyun had to put her eyes on the flesh tentacles and stretch them out from the side to see the way.

"Going back?"

"Of course, God doesn't like religion! He doesn't like churches either." Cen Qiyun sighed, "I'd better do something useful."

Meng Yi had been planning to try to persuade her, and had even considered sending her an oracle, but he gave up the idea after hearing what she said next.

Cen Qiyun continued:

"I should find someone to bless my revolver again. There's no need for a lock.

Then I can deal with that woman, or if I have a lot of money left, I can consider buying a melee supernatural weapon."

Cen Qiyun gathered the pile of books and said, "You can even consider continuing your combat training instead of focusing all your energy on things that the gods would dislike."

Her idea was simple: since she couldn't show herself to be "important" through the church, she would practice "friendship".

Helping Meng Yi or Xu Qingsong fight is also a means!

Meng Yi nodded when he heard this. This was indeed a top priority and sounded more reliable than her learning architecture on the spot.

He made way for her. "That's fine too."

"By the way." He tilted his head and reminded her, "If you can, remember to borrow some books about famine."

He pointed his finger above his head and said, "Judging from the current frequency, this famine should be over.

The wilderness will likely be drastically different after the disaster, so we should be well aware of this beforehand."

Cen Qiyun nodded, which was considered as her agreement.

Meng Yi took a step forward and then stopped. Blessing? Praying for the gods' blessing through ritual magic?

He turned and looked at Cen Qiyun, "You said that the blessing comes from praying to our Lord, right?"

"right!"

"when?"

Cen Qiyun replied in bewilderment: "Wait until we find the person!"

Meng Yi frowned, wondering if he could respond.

Or... could you please respond in time?

He pressed on: "Is there any possibility of failure?"

Cen Qiyun took a deep breath. Her eyes, which were on the fleshy tentacles, suddenly floated to Meng Yi's eyes. She stared at him blankly and said in a slurred tone: