Although the name of that religion may be absurd from the content of the leaflet, and may also contain typos, Jiang Baimian never expected that they would have put forward the banner of "anti-intellectualism" so nakedly, giving people the feeling that they claimed to be mentally retarded and complacent.

"Why is this name?" Jiang Baimian held back his smile and asked seriously.

Shang Jianyao answered in front of Odick:

"If everyone's IQ is lowered, they will become smarter."

Odick glanced at this nonsense guy, and couldn't figure out whether he was joking or was more suitable to join the "anti-intellectual sect".

After breathing slowly, Odick explained simply:

"As many people think, the Anti-intellectual Church also believes that the destruction of the old world was because people at that time were doing research in various taboo areas, which brought about a catastrophe.

"However, they further felt that humans were too smart and had mastered too many things. If people in the old world did not think much, did not increase their wisdom, read books, and learned knowledge, it would be impossible to explore taboo areas, and would not trigger the end of the world.

"They also believe that the emergence of 'heartless disease' and the existence of 'heartless person' is not only a disaster, but also a revelation given by the stewards: as long as human beings retreat to the level of wisdom of 'heartless person', a new world will come and open its doors.

"So, anti-intellectual education propaganda and thinking is a trap, knowledge is a poison, and hopes to burn all books, eradicate all places that provide education, and let people live by relying solely on instincts and experiences taught by their parents.

"As for exploring the future, just follow the guidance of the year and listen to the command of a few god-selected people.

“Thinking is a sin for them.”

Hearing this, Shang Jianyao nodded and eager to make a judgment:

"Then they must be easy to cheat."

"In the dust, everyone needs to worry too much. Giving up thinking may be a happy thing." Jiang Baimian said in a sarcastic tone.

Finally, she asked again:

"Who is the one who believes in the anti-intellectual religion?"

Odick pondered for a moment and said:

"'Last Man', the 'Last Man' who is in charge of March."

"The last person... I remember that there is this term in the philosophical works of the old world, referring to a humble, confused, mediocre, and servile person." Jiang Baimian said thinking. (Note 1)

Odick was a little surprised and looked at Jiang Baimian without saying anything.

He didn't know that "the last man" had such a meaning. Before today, he felt that this was full of mystery and was worthy of being a pride of a pride.

After a few seconds of silence, Odick looked around and said:

"It's almost done, I hope there is still an opportunity to exchange information in the future."

Jiang Baimian came to his senses and asked with a smile:

“Why do you allow us to ask so many questions?

"We only gave one clue."

"The value of your clue is above the information I provide." Odick said frankly.

Jiang Baimian nodded gently and did not ask any more questions.

At this time, Shang Jianyao suddenly spoke:

"Who is the dirt race among your parents?"

This question made Odick a little confused and didn't understand how he turned to this direction.

However, this is not something that needs to be kept secret, he replied casually:

"My father."

"What's his surname?" Shang Jianyao was excited.

Odick became increasingly confused about what the other party wanted to do, so he took a step back and said in a deep voice:

"Europe."

He has always been more vigilant about this abnormal situation because he has encountered many awakened people and understands that sometimes dangers are hidden in ordinary words.

"Puff..." Jiang Baimian laughed, "So your name..."

The surname is Ou and Dick, and this connection makes it feel like the Red River language.

"It's true." Shang Jianyao clenched his right fist and slapped his left palm, showing an expression I guessed right.

"..." Odick looked at Jiang Baimian with his mental illness. Shang Jianyao glanced back and forth several times, but finally said nothing, turned around and walked back to the hall of the Hunter Guild.

Jiang Baimian watched him leave and asked without turning his head:

"You didn't even 'make friends' with him."

"He answered too much." Shang Jianyao sighed.

"Well." Jiang Baimian nodded, "In terms of use ability, you still have to have a bottom line. You and Captain Feilin will not be able to "make friends" and will not be able to find out his privacy. It is mainly for more convenient cooperation and to ensure your own safety, so there is no problem. All Odick can say is that "make friends" will only make sure he is an awakened person, what are the three abilities and what is the price. When he does not show hostility, forget it and try not to hurt innocent people."

She took the opportunity to teach Shang Jianyao and help him establish a correct view of the three views.

This is the responsibility of the team leader.

Shang Jianyao replied with three words:

"Wang Beicheng."

"..." Jiang Baimian was angry and angry, and then woke up, "I just verbally assumed that I had never really hit him!"

Shang Jianyao glanced at Jiang Baimian's raised left hand and turned his eyes to Wild Wolf Lane:

“I don’t know when those bars will open?”

"Do you want to ask from house to house to confirm Lin Feifei's whereabouts? By the way, dance at every house?" Jiang Baimian asked keenly.

Shang Jianyao looked shocked:

“Can you dance in the bar?”

"Stop pretending, you didn't hear the music last night." Jiang Baimian ruthlessly exposes Shang Jianyao's disguise.

Although the company's basic education does not mention what else can bars do besides drinking, at night, the music on West Street will not completely calm until two or three in the morning, and people with brains will make certain associations.

Before Shang Jianyao could speak, Jiang Baimian said "yes":

"Xiaobai has to go to this matter. She is familiar with the underground trading market here and knows who to ask."

"Yes." Shang Jianyao was very regretful, but he also recognized that the most suitable candidate was Bai Chen.

"Let's go, there's no need to wait in the guild. Will there be new clues in the short term?" Jiang Baimian took the lead in walking towards the central square, preparing to conduct a "Wild Grass City Folk Customs Survey".

This is the extracurricular homework she assigned to herself.

While walking, Jiang Baimian suddenly laughed:

"In our group, except for you, there are colors in the name, such as Dabai, Xiaobai and Xiaohong, and you are not in the same group."

"I am the color of sunshine." Shang Jianyao immediately answered.

Jiang Baimian said "yes":

"Yes, Yao means sunshine..."

…………

In the evening, Bai Chen, wearing a gray scarf, led Long Yuehong into the Wild Wolf Lane.

Compared to the morning, it is already very lively, with music everywhere, intertwining into a dynamic melody.

Many ruins hunters who lack concern are born and die, and today or tomorrow. Once there is a little extra money and supplies on hand, they will inevitably think about coming over and indulge.

Whether it is alcohol or women or men's warm embrace, they can temporarily forget the cruelty of life, and don't have to think about what tasks to take tomorrow, where to take risks, and whether they can still live.

In the extremely powerful Wild Weed City of Hunter Guild, this has brought about the distorted prosperity of the local bar and nightclub industries.

When many homeless settlements on the ash soil do not have enough food, some food and fruits can be squeezed out here to make wine.

At the same time, the municipal department of Wild Grass City cooperated very well to turn on the green light and marked the streets outside the living area, so that even in winter, there was no need to cut off power.

With the flashing lights, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong entered a nightclub called "Today", bypassed the dance floor where many people were twisting wildly, and came to the front of the bar.

Bai Chen bent his fingers and tapped them on the bar seven times, saying as usual:

"Two cups of Jin'ore."

This is a distilled wine, called Jin'ere because it was very popular in the city at first and was as popular as the banknote "Aure".

The bartender who was wiping the cup raised his head and looked at Bai Chen:

“I have a better recommendation.”

"What is it?" Bai Chen asked in cooperation.

The bartender laughed:

“Ears of wheat.

"You can go directly to the back and taste it."

He pointed to the wooden door on the other side of the bar that seemed to lead to the kitchen.

"Okay." Bai Chen turned his body.

At this time, the bartender also knocked on the surface of the bar, with a total of eight strokes, four long and three short intervals, appearing alternately.

Bai Chen didn't look back, knowing that the bartender was telling her: the agreed code had changed, and I'll use this next time.

After pushing open the door that was suspected to be a kitchen, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong saw two strong men in black holding submachine guns through the room full of miscellaneous items and a narrow corridor.

After passing the code again, they were put in and walked down the steps into the underground.

There is a large hall here, with tables, chairs, benches and other things. Dozens of people sit in different places, chatting and laughing with their friends around them under the light of fluorescent lights.

This looks like a place for a private party, not the so-called underground trading market, which is completely different from what Long Yuehong expected.

Bai Chen turned his eyes and looked for someone who was suitable to ask if he had seen Lin Feifei in the bar area.

Suddenly, her eyes froze.

On a dark red couch, a man stood up.

He is ordinary tall and looks 1.7 meters tall, but his arms are thick and his body is strong, and he looks very powerful at first glance.

In the cold winter days, the man only wore a short-sleeved black cotton T-shirt and a pair of brightly colored loose shorts, lacking enough awe of the temperature.

He shaved his head, with a blue-black wolf-shaped symbol that represents the original city, and his face was full of flesh. He belonged to someone who did nothing and could scare a child to cry.

Behind him were two bodyguard-style men in black. Their waists were bulging and they could see weapons hidden.

This shows that the man of the specific age is moving towards Bai Chen step by step, showing a playful smile:

"You really escaped?

"You really dare to go back here?"

His eyes were cold, without any smile.

Bai Chen's body trembled slightly, but he no longer had the usual calmness and calmness.

Although Long Yuehong was a little scared when she witnessed such a scene, she felt that she could not just watch it.

The team leader said that we should protect each other... Long Yuehong gritted his teeth, stepped forward a few steps, and stood in front of Bai Chen.

His body was also slightly trembling, but he still looked at the bald evil man without retreating.

Uh... Actually, I'm not too short... Looking at the height opposite, he suddenly flashed through this perception.
Chapter completed!