"Don't make a noise for now," Director Huang waved his hand calmly, and gave him a cup of hot coffee he had just made. "Listen to me, okay?"

Everyone shut up their mouths in a lawsuit, and their eyes were strikingly on the only ordinary person present.

"I heard from Xiao Wang that 'that' means that these people from the True Sect... have a brand in their subconscious mind," Director Huang sorted out, "It's a special spiritual invasion. I can understand it this way? This thing should be the result of their repeated visits to the Demon King idol and brainwashing themselves. On the other hand, it is precisely because there is such a thing in their mind that further deepens the brainwashing level. Even those who believe in the True Sect at the beginning will gradually indulge in the process of participating in the ceremony."

He said, and glanced at Dr. Wang in the corner. Dr. Wang lifted up the eyelids that were about to droop on his cheekbones, and looked at Director Huang meaningfully: What am I talking about?

Director Huang couldn't help but sigh, turned his head to look at Yan Qiushan, and said sincerely: "Qiushan, it's amazing."

This must be the heart of granite, so that we can stay in the true religion for three years, right?

The metal that was covered in Yan Qiushan's body was not removed cleanly. She sat uncomfortable. She hugged her chest and leaned against the window, standing like a coffin board. She was suddenly praised by name. He did not react and said coldly: "There has always been a legend of 'oracles' in the Celestial Cult. The general meaning is 'As long as you are sincere and practice hard, you will hear the oracle one day. The oracle does not use any human language in the world, but those who hear it will naturally understand its meaning'. I used to think this was the usual way of cults to make mystery. I didn't pay attention. Now it seems that it should refer to the imprint in the subconscious."

"In other words, they themselves don't know the existence of this imprint. Today, for the sake of Grandma Yu's mermaid scales, the other party was willing to expose all the people lurking in the bureau for so many years." Wang Ze asked, "So what exactly is there in the 'White Jade Palace in the Sky' that can make them spend so much money?"

"It may also be that the other party doesn't care about these church members at all. Since childhood... the information extracted from Deputy Director Yu's memory, the mysterious man attached to the well wall immediately abandoned them when he noticed something was wrong." Zhichun said, "They devoured the 'cultural talented people in the same genealogy', and the church members may be the reserve grain of the manipulator behind him..."

Director Huang was stirring coffee, but when he heard this, the spoon suddenly hit the wall of the cup, and a large mouthful of coffee splashed on his shirt sleeve that was washed white and straight.

Zhichun thought she had said something she shouldn't say, so she immediately stopped and asked softly: "Director Huang?"

Yan Qiushan glanced at Director Huang keenly.

"No, I just heard you remember it just now. He Cuiyu must have no such mark in her mind," Huang Du's face did not change. He took a tissue and wiped his hands calmly. "In other words, those with this mark must be from the Initial Sect, and those without it may not be clean. Instead, they may be at a higher level in the Initial Sect and hidden deeper."

A word made everyone silent.
Chapter completed!