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Addis had no acquaintances in the church.

Then there is only one reason why he can become a formal believer, and he is under the care of the gods!

You must know that today at least two to three hundred people have become believers of the All Living Beings Cult. Until he left, there were still many people being led in front of the church.

There are not many people who have become formal believers, only a dozen or so, and Yatis is one of them.

"Brother, I don't think this is right. When you go back, you should keep these clothes and don't tell others. It seems that there are many people from the Black Rope Cult around here." Tarrian walked away along the street. Looking around, I saw many people wearing black uniforms with snake-like animals tattooed on them.

Artis also looked at it and nodded, knowing what Tarian meant: "Okay, then I'll go back first, be careful yourself."

He turned around and walked up the stairs.

The location of his home is very close to the church, right next to it.

This is an apartment. Walking along the corridor, some doors are open and some are closed.

The open door allowed one to look in from the outside. It was in a mess, as if it had been robbed.

In the plague, many people died, and some people's whole families died. If there were no relatives, the property left behind would be robbed by others.

The city government has no intention of managing this kind of thing, let alone these civilians who have a high probability of not surviving.

"Where did you go this afternoon, and what happened to the clothes you were wearing?" A man who had wrapped himself up, only showing his eyes turned to look at him and asked coldly.

"me."

"I just joined a new church. It's a pretty good church." Artis said as he passed by.

The man's body twitched and he began to laugh to himself, as if he was mocking his ignorance, "You are about to die and you believe in everything. You really think someone can save you. Give me the alarm clock you have at home." , lest it be snatched away by others.”

"Don't think about my death. It's still early for me to die. Even if you die, I won't die." Artis was not angry, looked back at him, and said seriously: "And this The Church really has the power to cure the plague.”

After saying that, he opened the door and walked into the house, closing the door heavily with his backhand, completely blocking out the sound from outside.

He was the only one in the room, there was no light, it was very quiet, and the shadows covered his cheeks.

After he completely relaxed, he felt sleepy. Without thinking too much, he walked into the bedroom and lay down to sleep.

Ointment was applied to the arm, and most of the pain was covered up.

He fell asleep easily, and he hadn't slept so easily for a long time. He didn't need to worry about death anymore, for fear that he would never wake up after falling asleep that time.

…

Bang bang~

A fierce crash came from outside, and Artis slowly opened his eyes. His lips were dry and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Who?"

He staggered out of bed and shouted toward the door.

It was already late at night, it was dark outside the window, and weak street lights could be seen on the street.

There was still a fierce crash. With the crash, the door bolt was bounced away, and seven or eight people surged up from outside, grabbing him and keeping him in place.

Artis was startled, and immediately woke up and saw clearly that the man in front of him was wearing a black ear hat.

"Sir, that's him. He is one of the people who became a formal believer today. He must have some special relationship with the All-Sentient Cult."

The man wearing the ear hat said with a flattering expression, staring at Artis with a sinister expression.

Artis immediately understood what was going on and said angrily: "Ruth, you are cheating on me!"

Then he explained to the believers wearing black uniforms on the side: "Sir, this kid has a grudge against me. He wants to take revenge on me!"

The followers of the Black Rope Sect looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "Are you an official member of the Sect of All Living Beings now?"

Artis was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

The believer waved his hand and said, "That's no problem, just take him away."

Artis suddenly had a bad premonition and wanted to struggle, but found that the two people holding him were terribly strong and there was no way to break free. They had obviously been trained.

And now that the other party had a large number of people, he had no way to escape, so he simply gave up.

After calming down a little, he suddenly felt very angry. Angry at Ruth's behavior, he stared at Ruth and cursed:

"You are a person who repays kindness with hatred. The church has just cured you of the plague, and you did such a thing."

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Seeing Artis's excited expression, Russ couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You should tell the master of the Black Rope Cult about this."

Russ looked at the back of Artis being taken away and smiled. It was the joy of victory and revenge. He still remembers the scene when Artis kicked him out of the factory:

"You thought I forgot, but I always remembered it. Goodbye, Artis."

He knew that the Black Rope Cult was not a good person. Many people who offended the Black Rope Cult disappeared the next day and were found in the sewers after a while.

They never cover up such corpses. Everyone knows that the Black Rope Cult did it, but no one has ever spoken out about it. Instead, the local nobles and the city government will protect the Black Rope Cult's face.

The Black Rope Sect is now the actual controller of Du Lan and can be regarded as the local emperor here.

He also knew that the new church that suddenly came here would definitely be in trouble, even if they had the means to cure the plague.

"I'm very grateful to you, but there's nothing I can do about it."

Ruth wiped away the remaining guilt in her heart, then walked down the stairs with her head lowered, and left in a hurry.

…

After some tossing, Artis felt himself being taken into a room, and then his mask was pulled off.

He looked around. It was a small room lit by candles. There were black patterns like snakes on the walls. At first glance, they looked like they were alive, swimming on the walls, which was creepy.

In front of him was a man with dark lips and a hood. He looked at him and then asked:

"You became an official believer today?"

Artis looked around and found that there was no one else. He looked scared and nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, I have become a formal believer. Sir, what are you trying to do? I haven't done anything. They said they could cure the plague in me, so I went."

The hooded man nodded, gave a look of approval, and said, "There is nothing wrong with wanting to survive. Have your symptoms of the plague improved?"

Artis hesitated and said, "It seems to be getting better."

"like?"

"It's better than before, their methods are still effective." Artis explained again, still looking very scared, his voice kept trembling, and the cold sweat on his forehead could be seen in the faint firelight.

The hooded man nodded, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and said gently:

"Then why did they let you become a formal believer? I heard that there are not many people who become formal believers."

When Artis heard this, he shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I don't know why they made me a formal believer. I have never seen them before."

Obviously, the hooded man didn't believe what he said and looked at him quietly.

Artis continued: "Just in the afternoon, someone came to me and said that the plague could be cured."

"My symptoms were already very serious, so I went with them. After we went, they allowed us to become believers. Then someone told me that I became an official believer."

The hooded man looked thoughtful and asked: "Then how did they cure the plague on you and what method they used."

Artis thought for a moment and then said: "After we made our baptismal vows under that statue, they told us that the plague had been cured."

"So I suspected that they relied on some kind of drug that could be ignited to treat the plague. At that time, I smelled a strange smell in the church. Although it was very dull, I still smelled it."

"I've always had a good nose," Artis said emphatically.

Of course, what he said was also his guess. From the perspective of an ordinary person, he had been thinking about how the Sect of All Living Beings cured the plague on them.

He said that it was the gods who did it, but he held it with half-belief and great skepticism, so he came up with such an explanation.

The hooded man smiled and said: "The information you gave is very useful. I hope you will cooperate. We can't let you go back now."

Then, he turned to the door and shouted: "Lock him up!"

Two strong men in black uniforms dragged him out of the room, then turned left and right to a staircase and walked down.

Below is a dungeon, where wailing sounds can be heard, there are many dried blood stains on the ground, and the air is filled with a putrid smell.

Artis knew that this was the smell of corpses, because he had smelled it. Someone probably died here, but no one cared about it.

Immediately afterwards, a man in white uniform was seen squatting in front of the iron gate, wailing towards them: "Sir, I have nothing to do with them, let me go. I swear, I definitely have nothing to do with them!"

Artis remembered that the man, like him, had become a formal believer, but unexpectedly he was caught and imprisoned here.

In this way, he felt a lot more balanced. At least he was not the only one caught by the Black Rope Cult because of this matter.

In addition, there were other people in the prison, some of whom looked like they had been locked up for a long time, leaning against the wall with dull eyes.

Before, Artis had never heard that the Black Rope Cult had such a large dungeon and imprisoned so many people.

After the plague spread, the order of the city had long been broken. Even if someone disappeared, no one would take care of it.