After Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and Gnava left the current room, Jiang Baimian said to Shang Jianyao:

"The matter in the '506' room has almost come to an end. All the information that should be squeezed out should be squeezed out. Even if there are still some secrets, the owner of the room himself is not very clear about it or has not studied it in depth. Once you touch it, you may face someone who is in charge."

"I think so too." Now it was the calm and rational Shang Jianyao.

Jiang Baimian nodded gently:

"You can explore other rooms next, find the door to the ‘New World’, well, don't affect daily tasks."

She felt that judging from the various information she has at present, the root of most of the problems is in the "new world". Without understanding the specific situation there, it is difficult to make accurate judgments, and it is impossible to effectively and substantively solve the corresponding "stubborn diseases".

Among the "old tuner group", Shang Jianyao is undoubtedly the one who has the most hope to find the door to the "new world".

Of course, if you really find it, Jiang Baimian would not agree to Shang Jianyao go in directly, but instead planned to collect more relevant information. After having a certain plan, wait for the right opportunity...

Shang Jianyao replied eagerly:

"good!"

"Stay tonight and get back to your spirits." Jiang Baimian saw through his plan.

"Okay." Shang Jianyao walked towards his bed in disappointment.

The next morning, the "old transfer team" drove away from the cliff village again and headed to Shan'ao Town.

The bloody smell of slaughtering sheep and cattle is still filled with the air here. Although the stains on the streets are washed clean by the streams brought by the lift, they still attract some tiny creatures to circle and wander there.

This is not the flies and mosquitoes that Long Yuehong is familiar with. This season, these two creatures will not appear in places close to the ice field.

As for what they are, Long Yuehong couldn't recognize them at all, and only suspected that they were some cold-resistant flying insects produced by distortion.

Shang Jianyao walked through the vehicles parked in the small square and the surrounding streets, protruding his head and looking for Lao He.

"It smells so good..." Suddenly, he said something like this.

Long Yuehong subconsciously sniffed, and indeed the aroma of barbecue was distinguished in the faint smell of blood.

"I ate so greasy early in the morning, it's not okay!" Shang Jianyao looked to the side with heartache.

There were several people from Sui Micheng who were using the remaining fire from last night to roast a few pieces of pork cut into strips.

They have no seasonings, only salt and a plant powder that is specialized in the valley, but the grilled fat is particularly charming and enticing.

Shang Jianyao came over and looked like he wanted to criticize this unhealthy diet.

"What can I exchange for one?" he asked.

"Clothes!" "Energy Bar." "Weapons." Three young people from the Seo-City gave different answers.

Although they produce fur, the valley has a warm climate, except in winter, which is almost the same as the south most of the time, and does not need to be worn too thickly.

Shang Jianyao took out two energy bars in a hurry, and exchanged them for a large piece of roasted pork belly.

He stood there, ate with a grunt, his mouth full of oil.

Long Yuehong couldn't help swallowing her saliva when she saw it. She turned her head to look at Bai Chen and said:

"Do you want to eat?"

"It's not long after I finished breakfast." Bai Chen said that she didn't want to eat it, and then, she added, "You can change one by yourself and try the taste."

"No need." Long Yuehong shook her head, "I've had barbecue in recent meals."

Finally, Shang Jianyao finished gnawing the pork belly and took the opportunity to inquire:

"Where is Lao He?"

The young man who just received his energy bar pointed to a car on the inside of the square:

"Old He is doing morning prayers. What they believe in 'truth' is troublesome. Unlike us, except for the grand mass on the last day of each year, you can do whatever you want. If you do it or not, do it whenever you do it."

It is very consistent with the boss' attitude towards believers... Long Yuehong inexplicably felt a sense of closeness.

Before Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian pointed at him:

"My companion also believes in 'Siming', but it seems different from you."

"Yes, yes, yes," Shang Jianyao said enthusiastically, "We hold full moon ceremony and funerals when newborns are born and dead are gone. Other times, everything is simple. Just wake up every morning and thank Ji Sui for keeping himself alive. In addition, every time at a relatively fixed period of time, the guide will call us to give us a sermon and enjoy a communion."

As he said that, he raised his right hand and wiped his mouth.

He didn't seem to be worried about being scolded as a heresy by the other party.

The young man with messy hair and white skin and light brown eyes that he answered just now showed an envious expression:

“We can only have the communion when we hold the Great Mass.”

"What is your holy communion?" Shang Jianyao asked impatiently.

The young man pointed to the small number of cattle, sheep and pigs that had not yet been traded:

"It means slaughtering all kinds of animals, which means it will eventually be the Simian. Then use their parts to make different dishes. The most precious thing here is various blood-related dishes. Unfortunately, the blood sausage we brought this time was traded in the south. Otherwise, I can invite you to taste it."

He was not hostile to Shang Jianyao, who also believed in "Si Ming", and was quite enthusiastic.

"Blood sausage, I seem to have heard it somewhere..." Jiang Baimian muttered to himself.

Gnavaben wanted to give an answer, but considering that his identity as an intelligent robot could not be exposed here, it interrupted the operation of the sound generator in time.

Jiang Baimian quickly remembered:

"I have heard of President Gu's hometown's specialty food, and he brought the recipe to Tarnan."

"Yes, there are pig-killing vegetables!" Shang Jianyao clenched his right fist and hit his left palm, "Zhou Guanzhu still owe us a pig-killing vegetables."

He never forgets this.

"It's not what she owes." Jiang Baimian corrected again.

The young man from Suimucheng listened in a daze and suddenly realized:

“We also had pig slaughtering vegetables at the Mass.

"The President Gu you are talking about should be people from a certain area north of the old world, or their descendants. There are also many such people in our Sui Mi City."

As for which area it is from, he can't say it. One is that he is not a descendant of those people, and the other is that the current ice field has swallowed up the corresponding place, which cannot form a good contrast with the map of the old world.

"What's the name?" Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up when he heard the pig-killing vegetable. "Look back, I visited you last Sui Houcheng and attended your grand mass. Everyone is a believer of "Si Ming", so you must not see each other."

He did not use "thinking guidance" for the time being. He followed Jiang Baimian's advice and wanted to see what normal could be asked first.

The young man from Suimucheng felt his sincere enthusiasm and replied with a smile:

"My name is Li Bingliang, and I mean pure character.

"Well, our Sui Micheng will not receive outsiders, so as not to disclose our specific location unless you can get the invitation of an elder."

"Oh..." Shang Jianyao was quite disappointed, "Is Lao He the elder?"

"No." Li Bingliang shook his head.

At this time, he remembered to answer the question of why he believed in "Siming" and the rituals and communion were different:

"Our Sui Mi City was established mainly based on Sui Mi Clan. You should belong to other sects that believe in Sui Mi Clan.

"The Long Night Cult, the Sunset Cult, or the 'Life Sacrifice'?"

"'Life Sacrifice'." Shang Jianyao answered without hesitation.

Li Bingliang said that this is true.

After chatting for a few more words, the "old tuner team" walked deep into the square and came to Lao He's military car.

Old He was wearing a bear fur coat and was sitting in the passenger seat, holding a book, slightly lowered his head, and chanting silently.

Jiang Baimian and others looked at each other and nodded invisibly.

They began to tend to speculation that “truth” is not “the last man”.

Because "anti-intellectualism" has always advocated that "knowledge is poison, thinking is a trap (trap)," how can believers recite scriptures in the morning prayer?

Even if this is another sect that belongs to the "last people", they should not go in the opposite direction with similar symbols.

The "old tuner group" waited for a while, and waited until Lao He completed his morning prayer and closed the book.

Jiang Baimian looked at it curiously and saw the four words "university physics".

College physics... Jiang Baimian is knowledgeable and has not allowed her expression to change.

"Physics?" Shang Jianyao made a questioning voice.

Old He replied with a smile:

"Physics is the truth of things, the truth of this world, and the embodiment of our Lord.

"Of course, the physics written by humans is only close to the truth, and does not equal the truth. There are always certain omissions that are often overturned and corrected.

"Just like before, I read a physics review that said..."

Long Yuehong suddenly recalled the powerlessness of taking physics classes in college, and Shang Jianyao interrupted Lao He:

"This is not like your doll on the pendant.

"It has no facial features, which means it does not look, listen, smell, or ask, just obey the orders and be a last person."

Lao He replied a little angry:

“That’s the pagan interpretation!

"The real meaning of this symbol is that human eyes, nose, ears, mouth, and eyebrows are not as important as the mind!"

He then walked out of the car, stretched out his fingers with his hands and pressed them on both sides of his head.

Immediately afterwards, Lao He spoke:
Chapter completed!