Fang Shan silently withdrew his scissors hand gesture and, to lighten the mood, cracked a joke. He bent his fingers, which had been in a V-shape, back and forth, grinning, "Look, isn't it bent beautifully?"

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere seemed even more awkward.

Wei Sushen felt the need to have a deep conversation with him: "I once watched the video of my parents' wedding ceremony. Both parties promised to be together forever until death. That must be what love is."

Fang Shan nodded in surprise.

Wei Sushen held his shoulders and asked, "Do you agree with this?"

Fang Shan thought about it and continued to nod.

Wei Sushen whispered, "Are you sure you feel this way about me?"

Fang Shan remained silent, a look of bewilderment rarely seen on his face: "I don't know."

Seeing that he hadn't used any flowery words on this matter, Wei Sushen's eyes softened: "If that's the case, why do you put all your obsession on me?"

This time Fang Shan's answer was very clear and concise: "The host may be my last chance."

After a pause, he said seriously, "No one else would want me except you."

“…”

Fang Shan said with reason, "Perhaps this is also true for the host."

Many of the two people's thoughts are already on the same channel...a channel that is difficult for the world to understand.

His tone became more and more determined as he spoke: "That's right, no one will ever be willing to hook up with the host again."

Those who seek money and sex are another matter.

“…”

Wei Sushen's expression at this moment is hard to describe in words.

Fang Shan leaned in closer: "Does it feel like a heart attack?... Young man, this is love!"

The air suddenly became quiet, and Fang Shan's smile was as bright as spring.

Faced with such a sincere smile, Wei Sushen was silent for a long time, gradually let out a sigh, and slowly moved to the corner. He knew very well that the system was not brainwashing him this time, but simply reasoning with him.

The cruel reality is even more despairing.

Fang Shan wasn't one for quiet moments. He poked his waist with his finger and said, "We're going to do big things in the future. The host must not become withdrawn because of this little setback."

"This is a big setback." Wei Sushen rubbed his eyebrows.

If you can get through it, any difficulties and obstacles in this life will not be a problem.

"Look, I'll conjure up a flower for you." Fang Shan had many tricks to coax people. He turned around, cupped his face with his hands, and turned back again: "A delicate flower is right before my eyes."

Seeing that Wei Sushen was indifferent, he eagerly poured him a glass of water and handed it to him: "Please have some."

Wei Sushen's fingertips never left his brows: "Be normal."

Fang Shan stared at him as he finished drinking the water, then spoke again: "If you have any negative emotions, you can vent them at work."

There was no way to deny that this was indeed an attractive idea. Without even putting down the cup, Wei Sushen nodded.

"The Eight Strange Sects have begun to take shape," Fang Shan said. "I'm planning to organize a large-scale meeting."

Wei Sushen glanced at him and said, "There are only a few dozen people in total."

Fang Shan showed a trace of embarrassment, but quickly regained his composure: "One day, when Yi Ba appears, who will be able to compete with him?"

Trying to ignore his immature slogan, Wei Sushen thought for a moment and said, "It would be a good thing to meet you."

There are too few members at present, so a little understanding will be helpful in future actions.

Fang Shan touched his chin and said, "As long as we don't do anything that harms the world, there's no need to hide it too much. When the time comes, we can announce the existence of the Eight Strange Religions."

After the decision was made, the news was passed on privately, and the meeting place was arranged by the fat man.

The fat man was also a miserable person. He was inexplicably forced to take away the top-secret list. After knowing what Wei Sushen and others were planning, he felt as if the sun and the moon had dimmed.

The strongest quality of human beings is that they know how to find joy in suffering.

"You didn't see the expressions on those people's faces," the fat man said with a tut. "I was hiding in the dark and observing. When they learned that a meeting was going to take place, they were so shocked."

Any evil organization will go to great lengths to hide its identity. It is best if the members of the organization do not know each other, so that it is easier for those in power to control them.

The more unpredictable it is, the more fearful it is.

If they only had hatred towards Fang Shan before, now they are truly wary of him.

The fat man also thought this was a brilliant move and flattered him, "You guys did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Let those people feel fear out of suspicion.

Fang Shan smiled without saying anything. The fat man suddenly felt frightened. This trick can be used against others, and it can also be used on himself.

"My loyalty to the organization is evident to all!" the fat man vowed.

Fang Shan continued to respond with an unfathomable smile.

The meeting was held in a grand manner, with a red carpet decorated with flowers. If some flash lights were added, it would be not much different from a modern fan meeting.

Everyone who stepped inside first thought: "Holy shit!" Then it quickly escalated to: "What the hell!"

People of their status, to put it bluntly, should be like rats in the gutter, living cautiously in the cracks. It would be fine if they just had a party, but they even decorated it so lavishly.

The message only mentioned a meeting, without mentioning the need for disguises. Yet, everyone who showed up had a nervous, guilty conscience. Some wore masks, but most wore them.

Fang Shan was already seated on the stage, also concealing his true face. Beside him, Wei Sushen was even more tightly covered, unable to alter his form directly, as he was no longer in a dream. He remained completely enveloped in a large black robe.

Wei Sushen glanced at Fang Shan, who nodded and spoke in a soft voice:

"First of all, welcome everyone," Fang Shan said in a low voice, but with a rare calmness. "You must understand that it is dreams and laughter that bring us together!"

The fat man sat in the front row and couldn't help but glance at the people sitting around him. Their faces were all the color of pig liver. He even heard someone secretly spit and curse, "They drugged us to get together!"

The fat man coughed lightly, and the man realized that he had said something wrong and was afraid of angering Fang Shan, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

Fang Shan did not force everyone to remove their facial coverings, but a few of these people were familiar with each other and had already recognized each other.

I glanced around the audience and suddenly found it funny. Even though they were hiding their faces, I could still sense a nervous mood in many people.

Fang Shan: "I called you all here today because a very serious incident occurred recently. Unknown individuals are impersonating a religious sect to recruit members. I'm sure some of you here have already encountered something like this."

In the audience, Li Buzhen murmured "No wonder". He was still wondering why someone appeared in his dream for no reason.

Several people who had experienced the same thing as him couldn't help but laugh. Someone actually wanted to use the reputation of a demon to expand their own power. Should we say it was sheer audacity or sheer ignorance?

Under the attack of the empire, the demons can only live a life in darkness. Of course, they are also tough enough, otherwise they would not still exist after repeated elimination.

If anyone wants to take advantage of the power of others, he will inevitably face the pressure from the two major forces. Isn't that courting death?

As the only one who knew about it, the fat man was almost in tears... A bunch of idiots still had the mind to laugh at others, never thinking that they were the unlucky ones who were deceived.

Fang Shan sat calmly on the stage, appreciating the crowd's expressions. Wei Sushen, on the other hand, was even more sanctimonious, solemnly tolerating the nonsense of those around him.

Fang Shan changed the subject and raised his voice a little: "One more thing..."

From his tone, you can tell that the highlight is about to begin.

"What will determine your future status is undoubtedly your contribution to the organization."

Fang Shan privately glanced at the fat man, who was very understanding and asked, "How is contribution calculated?"

"I will release tasks regularly and collect statistics every two weeks."

After saying that, he coughed lightly and hooked his finger at the fat man. The fat man also acted like a younger brother and helped distribute the task manuals.

Before flipping through the pages, everyone held their breath, their instinctive reaction being that the easiest mission would be an assassination. However, upon opening it, the first page read in lovely words:

Helping an old lady walk +1 point

Help catch a thief +3 points

…

Task requirements: The organization's logo must be left behind after completion.

In the silence, Li Buzeng slapped his forehead hard and muttered, "I must be dreaming."

This sentence expresses the thoughts of most people.

Fang Shan remained calm and composed. "Amidst the Empire's encirclement and suppression, appropriate transformation is essential." He pursed his lips and added, "This is merely a temporary display of weakness. It will buy us a breathing space and paralyze the enemy's nerves."

Although it's ridiculous, it's a barely acceptable explanation.

He deliberately didn't give them enough time to think, and then said, "Execution can reflect a person's loyalty. I will provide the antidote to the person with the highest score this time."

“…”

Fang Shan learned all the methods of controlling his subordinates from Wei Sushen.

In a competitive environment, with personal interests at stake, it's easy to develop logical blind spots. At least for now, few people consider the illogicality of these tasks anymore. Instead, they focus on how to defeat others and become the ultimate beneficiary.

Fang Shan was very satisfied with the effect. He poked Wei Sushen with his eyes full of "Come and praise me".

Wei Sushen naturally ignored him, but when he didn't speak, Fang Shan kept nudging him with his legs. As a normal adult male who had been single for over twenty years, it was only a matter of time before he would have a reaction after being touched so forcefully.

Wei Sushen had no choice but to compromise temporarily. His fingers hidden under his black robe wrote on Fang Shan's leg: You are awesome!

The dot under the last exclamation mark is very powerful, expressing the writer's depression.

Fang Shan automatically ignored his long sigh and raised his eyebrows proudly.

It's a pity that the vivid expressions were concealed by the masks. On the contrary, looking at the sea of ​​masks on the stage, I suddenly felt that the name could be changed to Mask Cult.

This thought was just a fleeting thought, and Fang Shan immediately showed the trademark he designed. At first glance, it said "Alien Religion", and at second glance it was still "Alien Religion". Unless one was studying it without blinking, one might not notice the two slightly offset strokes.

"Remember, do good things... No, you must leave your name when completing tasks." Fang Shan pointed at the sign above and said, "Don't make any mistakes."