On the way to the fake "priest" detention office, Shang Jianyao said something:

"He is so hypocritical. He is already very moved and he still said he wants to think about it again."

"He" refers to the city lord Xu Liyan of Wild Grass City.

Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao:

"It's normal, it will be cheap if you promise too quickly."

"The key to brothers is sincerity." Shang Jianyao expressed his objection.

Jiang Baimian followed his logic and said:

"You and him are brothers do not mean that the company and he are brothers."

Jiang Baimian originally wanted to make fun of, "If you have the ability to make the directors of the board of directors become your brothers, rounding it up means that the company and Xu Liyan are brothers." However, considering Shang Jianyao's action, he gave up this idea in time.

While they were talking, they came to the detention office and met the person in charge.

After seeing Xu Liyan's handwriting, the two were welcomed into a small room.

The main body of the room is the console, with multiple screens above the console.

At this time, all screens present a picture: a room with only one bed and one chair.

In the room, the sickly fake "priest" was sitting on a chair, looking at the wall opposite, where there seemed to be a large screen.

"He has strong 'hypnosis' ability. It is best for you to not have close contact with him. It is safer to be separated from electronic products." The person in charge briefly explained the reason for the current design.

Of course, Jiang Baimian could not tell the person in charge that Shang Jianyao was also an awakened person and could make friends with a fake "priest". She nodded and said:

“It’s pretty good.”

After she and Shang Jianyao sat down, with the person in charge, the scenes on the screen were connected together to form a whole.

This gives people the feeling that there is only one piece of glass between the two sides.

Then, the door of the room opened, and a silver-gray metal robot walked in and debugged the screen opposite the fake "father".

Obviously, people cannot "hypnotize" machines.

"The power of technology..." Jiang Baimian sighed.

Not long after, the fake "father" saw the situation inside the surveillance room through the screen.

"It's you." The sick man leaned against the back of the chair and said calmly.

Jiang Baimian immediately smiled:

"You're quite calm."

The fake "priest" raised his head slightly and said:

"Since the nickname is 'Prince', he must have been prepared for martyrdom for the Lord."

His tone was plain, as if it was not him who was locked up, but Jiang Baimian and others.

Jiang Baimian knew that these people had strong self-logics. If they followed their rhythm and fell into their logic, it would be difficult to break their hearts and ask for valuable details.

Of course, if it really doesn't work, they can also ask Odick, a member of the "Shang Jianyao Brotherhood", for help.

But this will be more troublesome, because dream guidance is obviously directive and will not cover too wide, and it needs to be tried again and again.

Jiang Baimian then turned his head and looked at it, signaling Shang Jianyao to ask first.

This is her strategy, which makes Shang Jianyao, who does not play according to common sense, disrupt the other party's rhythm.

Shang Jianyao spoke without hesitation:

“What is your 'anti-wisdom' communion?”

His expression was quite serious, as if he was asking a crucial question.

The fake "priest" was stunned for a moment, and felt like the momentum that he had accumulated fell into the empty space.

This is not something worth caring about, so the fake "priest" replied casually:

"Rice soup, lotus root powder, and stewed eggs are easier to eat."

"Do you all think you are babies?" Shang Jianyao asked suddenly.

The fake "priest" was stunned again, and thought for a while before saying:

"Human instincts are possessed from birth, and our goal is to keep most people only instincts and experience."

"It's okay to eat such a holy baby, but it will give adults no sense of fullness, so they can only experience it occasionally." Shang Jianyao completely ignored the response of the fake "priest" and said to himself, "Really, you should communicate more with the church group that believes in the Year of the Sei Ming."

The fake "priest" could not keep up with this guy's idea at all, so he chose to give up and shut up his mouth.

"I think you religious organizations are too arrogant. If you can communicate frequently, discuss and absorb each other's strengths, it will definitely attract believers more than now. At least I will consider it." Shang Jianyao made a suggestion.

The fake "father"'s forehead twitched slightly, and he resisted the urge to refute.

"Speaking of this, are the people in your sect stupid? For example, you worked so hard that you did nothing and even sent yourself here." Shang Jianyao seemed to want to discuss the failure of anti-intellectual education with the fake "priest".

The fake "father" breathed a little heavier, and he said in a deep voice:

"This time I just had bad luck and met you and Odick."

"Luck?" Jiang Baimian seized the opportunity and said with a smile, "When you know that Lei Yunsong and others are 'Pangu's' and choose to use them as scapegoats, you should be able to think that 'Pangu's' will definitely send people to investigate, and they are more powerful.

“In this case, shouldn’t you implement the plan as soon as possible?

"Who knew that you had delayed for a month and a half until we arrived before the official start. Do you have procrastination? Or do you have a subconscious tendency to commit suicide?

"If there isn't, then I can only regretfully think that your brain has been sacrificed to the last year."

The fake "priest" took a deep breath and said softly:

"In order to wait for the weather to get colder, a large number of wilderness wanderers gathered."

"You can change to another plan. What should you do so rigidly? Your goal is to assassinate Xu Liyan, not to mess up the Wild Grass City." Jiang Baimian was like an instructor, sharply hitting the students' confidence.

Then, she changed her mind and asked with a smile:

“Has anyone instilled in you the idea that you must do this?”

The fake "priest" trembled slightly, and his eyes widened a little unconsciously.

Jiang Baimian did not give the fake "priest" the opportunity to find a reason, and laughed and said reluctantly:

"Don't you know that when you dealt with Odick, Xu Liyan was attacked and almost killed him?"

"What?" The expression of the fake "priest" has changed significantly.

Jiang Baimian smiled and told the true "father"'s attack and the purpose he wanted to achieve, and finally asked:

"If it weren't for a coincidence, the great nobles of the entire Wild Grass City would rush to the sky, and then the regular army of the 'First City' would use the excuse to quell the riots and forcefully settle in.

“Isn’t this crazy, more imaginative, closer to success than your plan?”

The fake "priest" lowered his head slightly with a gloomy face, and did not respond, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Compared with him, I think you are like a fake 'priest'." After a series of preparations, Jiang Baimian finally said this.

The false "father"'s eyes suddenly solidified, and his body trembled more and more violently.

Jiang Baimian continued:

“That person’s nickname may be ‘Mumba’ or something else.

"Do you still remember that someone once told you that from now on, you will be a 'priest'?

"Uh, almost similar words."

The pupils of the fake "father" dilated, and a layer of cold sweat leaped into his forehead.

After a few seconds, he let out a low roar of a beast, raised his hands and covered his face.

Then he stood up and showed a look of horror.

"Yes, yes, yes!" He said three words "yes", and the sound became louder and louder.

Huh... Jiang Baimian breathed silently:

"Now you know who you are?"

The fake "priest" whose false pride was completely crushed could no longer organize his psychological defense and sat down like a loss of strength:

“Guo Zheng, my name is Guo Zheng.

"I am a 'anti-intellectual' believer, and I was chosen to bathe in the divine grace and become an awakened person."

Jiang Baimian immediately interrupted Guo Zheng:

"Did you awaken by the end of the year?"

This is the most worthy of attention.

Guo Zheng gasped:

“Yes, we were chosen, we entered a dark cave, and as ordered, we found a place to lie flat and fall asleep.

"It shouldn't be long after I fell asleep, I saw the 'Hall of Stars'."

Jiang Baimian asked:

"How many people were selected in total, and how many people were awakened?"

"There are many people who were selected. I don't count them, there are hundreds." Guo Zheng recalled, "There were four people who awakened in the end, and five..."

As he spoke, he frowned, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.

"What are the sequelae of people who are not awakened?" Jiang Baimian asked thoughtfully.

Guo Zheng thought about it:

"Some are crazy, some die on the spot, some have nothing to do, this is the majority."

Jiang Baimian turned his head and looked at Shang Jianyao, then asked again with a smile:

"How do you know that those who look alright or are crazy are not awakened?"

Guo Zheng showed obvious fear:

“At that time, there was an elder of a sect presided over.

"He can look at everyone's memories on a large scale."

Sure enough, the strengths of "anti-intellectualism" are in the fields of memory and hypnosis... Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other, and were both a little excited.

This is the excitement of slowly figuring out something.

"Elder? How are the hierarchies divided within your sect?" Jiang Baimian continued to ask.

Guo Zheng took a breath and slowly said:

“The leader of the denomination is the Pope, but I have never seen it, and is said to have gone to the New World, where he serves the Lord and is responsible for guiding the chosen ones behind him.

“Under the Pope is the ‘Eight-Man Council’, with a total of eight elders, who govern different regions.

"Below the elder is the bishop, responsible for all specific affairs, and under the bishop is the pastor, the executor of the plan and the communicator of the doctrine."

Jiang Baimian nodded slightly:

“Which 'Father' belongs to?”

"I am the bishop, he...I don't know." Guo Zheng recalled with a little pain.

Jiang Baimian took the opportunity to ask:

"Do you remember who 'hypnotized' you? Do you remember what he looked like?"

Guo Zheng's brows frowned again:

"He, he, he is a man, no, he is a woman, no, he is very handsome, no, he has a shaved head..."

"No, no..." Guo Zheng's lips twitched, and he screamed in madness and fear, "He tampered with my memory!"
Chapter completed!