Gu Bo... Long Yuehong wrote down this name and asked about something else.

After chatting for a while, he politely offered to say goodbye and looked for another person to ask for advice.

Twenty or thirty meters away from him, Bai Chen wore a scarf, changed his clothes, and followed him silently with the help of shadows and pedestrians.

This is Jiang Baimian’s special arrangement.

In the "old commissioning group", only Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong need to accumulate experience in "action alone". The former needs to worry more about what big things he has done. Therefore, Jiang Baimian asked Bai Chen to follow Long Yuehong secretly to ensure that he was not surprised, while she was responsible for watching Shang Jianyao and not causing trouble to the fellow villagers in Tarnan.

"The Crossroads of Life", Shang Jianyao stood there, looked right, left, and front, as if he was trapped in a fierce inner struggle.

After a while, he seemed to finally make up his mind and walked towards the "Furrow Sect" missionary site on the right.

Well, the Melting Furnace Sect not only has dance, but also the Hotpot Communion, which is indeed more tempting than other sects... Jiang Baimian, who was far away, nodded in understanding when he saw this scene.

Next, Shang Jianyao joined the group dance ranks, and as the drum beats, he started to move his body, and sometimes shouted:

"Praise you, the gate to the new world!"

It's quite pious... Jiang Baimian got closer and smelled the rich and attractive fragrance of fried chicken wings.

This made her a little confused:

Isn’t it said that except for local residents, everyone else in Tarnan lacks ingredients and canned food, cookies and energy bars to make a living?

Could it be that in order to preach, the "Balance of Glory" spent a lot of money to acquire a batch of live chickens from local residents?

I'm really willing to give up...

As the thoughts turned around, Jiang Baimian saw the group dance of the "Furrow Sect" temporarily came to an end. The man who presided over the ceremony took out the black-shelled books to talk about the beauty of the new world and the greatness of the "hot door".

After listening for dozens of seconds, Shang Jianyao suddenly took out the lively monkey mask from his tactical backpack.

After putting on this mask, he turned his body, walked to the opposite side with peace of mind, and with confidence.

Going opposite.

"..." Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao and joined the singing team, singing the hymns with the group of people who believed in the "breaking mirror" of the year.

He seemed to have been observing for a long time just now, but nothing big mistakes were made in the lyrics and tones.

Do you think you are someone else wearing a mask? Jiang Baimian couldn't help but complain.

As soon as this idea emerged, she suddenly felt that she might really become "another person".

It was so hard... she sighed sincerely.

After singing a song, the clergy began to preach, Shang Jianyao quietly withdrew from the team and returned to the center of the street.

He quickly took off the monkey mask and looked relieved.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out his tactical backpack and took out another mask.

This is a fat pig mask with exaggerated nostrils.

Jiang Baimian was a little stunned when he peeked:

When did this guy bring out Xiaohong's mask?

Prepared very well...

Shang Jianyao changed his mask and walked towards the iron pot with chicken wings without looking back.

So, it was Xiaohong who ate it, not you? Jiang Baimian tried to speculate on Shang Jianyao's idea.

Bypassing the thin pillar with people standing, Shang Jianyao walked to the side and forced a bloody road from the waiting crowd and approached the iron pot.

The person in charge of fried chicken wings was an old man with a white beard, Honghe, with blue eyes, over 1.7 meters tall, and wearing a red apron.

"Are you from the 'Glory Flag' sect?" Shang Jianyao asked in Honghe's words.

After staying in Redstone Games for a while, his Red River Speech became more and more fluent.

The old man with white beards paid attention to the oil pan and replied with a smile:

"yes."

This is the first batch of chicken wings tonight.

"Who do you admire? "Shang Jianyao acted as if he was intending to join.

After asking, he got his politeness back:

"What do you call it?"

"Just call me Mike." The old man with white beard and tied with a red apron responded with a smile, "We believe in the 'golden balance' of June. He holds the equilibrium point of the year, a symbol of symmetry and balance. The reason why the old world was destroyed was because some things lost their balance."

It can be seen that he has rich experience in missionary preaching and explained the authority and power of his own gods in a few simple words.

After saying that, he glanced at Shang Jianyao and asked casually:

"Did you come from the Redstone Collection?"

Apart from being alert to the settlements controlled by the sect, no one in the place likes to wear masks all the time, and the Redstone Collection is the most closely related diocese with Tarnan.

"You can actually see it?" Shang Jianyao was "shocked".

Mike didn't know for a moment whether he really felt that he was pretending to be perfect or was joking.

He raised his hand and pointed at his face and said:

“Isn’t this very obvious?”

"Yes, I, Gu Zhiyong, came from Hongshiji." Shang Jianyao admitted his "original origin".

He immediately added:

"I am not a believer of 'Yougu'."

Obviously, the believers of "Yougu" could not deceive the fried chicken wings... Jiang Baimian, who was crowded in the crowd opposite, whispered in his heart when he heard this.

Her guess just now was right:

It was "Long Yuehong" who chose the "Glory Balance" to fried chicken wings, not Shang Jianyao!

——Gu Zhiyong is Long Yuehong’s pseudonym.

The origin of this pseudonym is that Long Yuehong's mother's surname is Gu, and her father's name contains the word "Yong".

After learning about this pseudonym, Jiang Baimian tried his best to resist the urge to laugh.

"Is that so? Are you interested in our sect?" Mike naturally would not miss the opportunity to develop believers.

"Yes." Shang Jianyao nodded without hesitation, "Where did your chicken wings come from? Can Tarnan get so many chicken wings?"

Mike was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly focused.

He skillfully picked up the fried chicken wings and placed them on the filter.

The scent of the seductive soul became stronger and stronger.

"It's your turn." Mike looked at the group of people on the left and said.

The group walked to the front of only pillars, lined up, and received fried chicken wings that were no longer as hot as they were.

"Don't panic for others, there will be some later." Mike said to Shang Jianyao and the others again.

When the group of people picked up the fried chicken wings one by one, most of them opened their arms and said prayers.

This is roughly divided into two categories: one is "balance of all things" and the other is "balance of balance".

After distributing this batch of fried chicken wings, Mike bent down and picked up the new chicken wings and threw them into the oil pan.

After doing these things, he turned his head and answered Shang Jianyao's previous questions:

"This is all transported from outside. Our sect has a special freezer truck and a self-built chicken farm."

Chicken Farm? Is something wrong with your sect? Jiang Baimian's mouth moved slightly when he heard it.

This is actually a sect that specializes in building chicken farms for the sake of the believers to enjoy the sacrament!

It sounds good that people and animals are harmless... Yes, it is only harmful to birds!

Mike continued:

“We don’t have that many resources, and only the great mass every month can allow believers to enjoy the communion.

"You are lucky. Yesterday was the grand mass of our sect. This batch of chicken wings is the last one left. The above special edition can be used for missionary preaching."

"Oh, oh." Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a fat pig mask, nodded repeatedly.

He turned to ask:

"What is the teaching of your sect?"

He has always been very professional in playing the role of missionary object.

Mike's expression became solemn:

"The core of our teaching has just been said, and there are only two words:

“Symmetry and balance.

"We must maintain balance when doing anything. In short, this includes the balance of your state, the balance of your body fluids, the balance of your emotions, the balance between you and your family. In short, it is the balance between people and nature, the balance between human groups, the balance between people and second persons, the balance between people and the year...
To be continued...