Neon Country, Kumamoto Prefecture.

A secret stronghold of Ohm's Truthicism.

The disabled Matsumoto Shimoto was lying in a wheelchair, assisted by his beautiful, pure, white and long-haired personal assistant, and was watching the snow in a private courtyard.

The heavy snow spilled, making the whole courtyard bright white.

The snow has fallen one after another for a day. The pastures of Asu Mountain have accumulated thick snow, almost half a foot deep, which has brought great trouble to the convenient transportation in the entire Asu Mountain area. There are fewer tourists at once, and many hot spring hotels have business in a very bleak.

But Shoo Matsumoto was in a very happy mood.

He is an extremely cunning and cruel man, and he is also leisurely when he is in a good mood... although this situation is extremely rare.

"Mikeko, is there any news in the prison?"

Matsumoto leaned against the back of the wheelchair and suddenly made a sound. The indifferent and strange sound like a clang of gold and stone made people like Mikeko feel cold.

"Hi, Matsumoto-kun, the police department officials have already greeted him and picked up the old master Ma-formed old master's car and left the prison. According to the last contact information, the old master will be able to come here in about half an hour."

"Is that?" Matsumoto straightened his waist with difficulty with his elbows, and his face showed a look of respect and admiration. "My father, he is a great person, a strange man in the religious world. Prison, that is not where he should be. I am very happy to see him again. How is the situation of the church members coming?"

"Hi, Matsumoto, after our encryption website announced the relevant news, many loyal believers enthusiastically participated. Now there are more than 500 religious believers coming to the stronghold, and some are also rushing to the center."

Mieko organized her language very carefully, her eyes carefully observed her expressions, and her body was stiff and she felt no longer because of her nervousness.

Matsumoto's face showed a bit of loneliness, "The situation in the church is much worse than before. When my father was there, we had tens of thousands of church members and tens of thousands of church members. When the third sister accepted the academic affairs, our organization was greatly hit. The academic affairs were in chaos. Do you think, is the third sister a sinner?"

Mieko pursed her lips tightly and didn't dare to squeak. Her ex just interrupted when she shouldn't have interrupted, and then she was killed by imitating Shi Chong...

"However, since the third sister has gone, we won't bother my father's thunderous anger."

Matsumoto said sadly, glanced at Mieko with a satisfied expression on his face, but he shook his head with regret, as if he was very disappointed.

"Mikeko, you really don't understand the charm! Forget it, help me to prepare for the sacrifice hall."

"Hi!"

Mieko stepped forward in a small way, lowered her head, and carefully pushed Matsumoto out of the courtyard...

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The hall where the sacrificial ceremony is an abandoned factory building.

On both sides of the factory, burning torches were lit. Under the smoke, the entire newly arranged factory was in a strange atmosphere of uncertainty.

Four or five hundred devout believers were dressed in robes and costumes unique to the sect, and stood silently, row by row, each of them lowered their heads slightly, muttering something silently. The scene was very solemn and dignified.

In front of all the church members, there was a small altar rising from the ground, only two meters in radius, carved with ancient words and strange patterns, and the whole was filled with a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

Just in a small private room on the side of the factory, several police officers were drinking sake comfortably.

Sasaki, the youngest, looked at the solemn and solemn religious ceremony on CCTV, and was dissatisfied with it. He naturally showed a sneering look on his face. He knelt down and drank silently, and finally couldn't help but ask a question, "Sir, why do you want to make friends with these religious bandits? With your wisdom, will you still believe in such a simple scam?"

Class Matsushita's eyelids slightly raised, and he felt very unhappy. However, he was not willing to commit a rash crime against his subordinate who had a deep background and had experience in studying abroad in the United States, so he had to try his best to comfort him, "Sasaki, don't be impatient. I don't have any good feelings for Ohm's Truth Teaching. However, this new leader is indeed not an ordinary person. He can re-summon the Truth Teaching members, which were already almost a mess of sand, and slowly make them bigger. There must be a reason for this. It is said that he is a person with great powers. Let's see what tricks he is playing."

"Hi!" Sasaki lowered his head and stopped talking, and the private room fell into silence for a moment.

This silence was interrupted until Meikeko was carefully pushed into the solemn sacrificial hall by Mikeko.

"It's Matsumoto Master!"

"Sir, Master, Sheng'an!"

"The leader can do everything, I hope you can bless us!"

After passing by every believer, the believers knelt on the ground without any thought, and their pious and respectful expressions were as if they saw the true God, without any falsehood.

Wherever Matsumoto passed, believers bowed like harvested rice, and the entire hall fell into the deepest fanaticism and restlessness.

Matsumoto, who was worshipped by the believers, wore a robe that only the leader of the Shili Sect wore, and raised one hand gently, giving people a feeling of being disabled and firm in their will.

"Baga, what trick did this charlatan use to make these idiots worship him like this?"

In addition to being angry, the officials of the Police Department couldn't help but feel curious.

What made this notorious sect come back to life, and what made this disabled person who is said to suffer from many diseases such as polio, congenital heart disease, schizophrenia, and other diseases become the evil leader of the sect?

Unfortunately, everything is unknown.

"Dear believers."

Matsumoto sat in front of the altar, his eyes gently swept across all the believers present. This strange glance had a strange charm, which made every believer feel that the leader was paying deep attention to him, and he couldn't help but concentrate and looked at him with bright eyes.

"Today is our good day. Our old leader has regained his freedom and is released from prison today. Now, he has come!"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the factory opened.

Surrounded by dozens of burly men, a man with thick beard, fluffy hair and shoulders, shaped like a lion, walked towards him in a row and tiger steps, with a majestic momentum.

It is the former leader of the Truthful Sect, Amahara!

"My subjects!"

He waved his hand freely, and his pale and old Bi Cheng's eyebrows were full of confidence, "Your leader, Ma Yuan, has finally come back to the children!"

The believers bowed indifferently, and gave way like flowing water, allowing Ma-Original Master to pass through.

A dozen burly men followed Mahara, preparing to follow the old leader, but were blocked by the indifferent sect members and could only watch the old leader go away.

Ma-Zhun also noticed something was wrong at this time.

The hasty life of his prison and his life of imprisonment for more than ten years made him extremely obscured. Before, he only knew that the situation of the sect was becoming increasingly difficult under the command of his third daughter. Unexpectedly, this disabled son who he had never valued had somehow usurped the power and made the sect prosperous, and even intervened in the prison and took out his own life.

After more than ten years of imprisonment, he almost drove him crazy. As soon as he got out of the cage, he couldn't wait to contact some of his men back then, wanting to bring the religion that was out of control back into his hands.

But at this time the indifference of the believers made his heart cold. Walking in the crowd, he felt that he was no longer the leader surrounded by others, but instead he was like a slander who was favored by the leader!

"My good son!"

Ma - It turned out that he arrived in front of Matsumoto Shimoto. He was a little congenital blind and looked at the atrophic and deformed body on the wheelchair with difficulty. A chill burst out in his heart. He couldn't help but shrink his loud voice to the smallest and said with some cowardice and difficulty, "Thank you, rescue me!"

"No!" Matsumoto Shiuo shook his hand with difficulty. He looked at his old Bicheng's father sincerely and said from the heart, "Father, you are a great person. You are qualified to dedicate yourself to God! Today is your happy day. Don't say thank you. For me, you can even contribute your life. What is that worth saving you from prison?"

"Yes!" Ma-yuan couldn't help but feel dizzy in front of her, and her voice gradually became muddy, "It's... my honor to offer my body to the true God!"

Mikeko's teeth trembled. She gently pushed Matsumoto's Matsumoto to the altar, and then bowed to the ranks of believers, kneeling on the ground with softness and powerlessness.

"Believers! It's time to witness miracles!"

Songmu raised his hands high, making a loud noise that rang throughout the factory. The church members knelt down one after another, kneeling down with devout devotion waiting for the miracle to come.

They kept muttering piously, "God sent an envoy to the world, and it will bring the world the power to fulfill its dreams. Those who want gold will get gold, and those who want health will get health!"

Ma Yuan walked up to the altar with a staggering step. At this moment, he had no idea in his mind. He copied the long knife that someone had handed over. He untied his clothes and knelt on the altar, stabbed deeply into his abdomen with a knife. Blood flowed on the altar. The entire altar seemed to be recharged, and a faint light of blood flashed.

"God's eyes have come!"

Matsumoto Suo fell from a wheelchair and seemed to be kneeling down devoutly, but in fact he stared at the altar with his eyes tightly. The sea of ​​consciousness filled with mental power poured its mental power into the artifact "Source Pool". An invisible force suddenly landed on Mahara. An unknown flame rose from him. His whole person, along with the knife of the caesarean section, slowly melted and disappeared in the flames. In silence, he was broken into pieces of resources: matter, vitality, and pure mental power, disappeared like a phantom, and was taken into the "Source Pool".

Sasaki's sake fell to the ground with a clang, his lips trembled, and a ridiculous idea rushed into his mind: Could it be that there is really a god in this world?

ps: Thank you for the reward of the fog in the morning. I am very happy to write hard!

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