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The woman smiled and said:

"When your parents lived here, we were barely neighbors.

"However, you shouldn't remember me. You can call me Aunt Li."

"Well, Aunt Li." Shang Jian Yao was not polite at all.

"Okay, go and sit down, the 'leader' is about to start preaching." The woman surnamed Li pointed to an empty low stool.

"Where are you sitting?" Shang Jian Yao asked politely.

"I can sit by the bed." The woman surnamed Li replied with a smile.

Seeing that Yao didn't ask any more questions, Shang took a few steps sideways and sat down.

After about two or three minutes, the door leading to the inner bedroom opened, and a figure came out.

This shadow dealer Jian Yao is not unfamiliar at all, it is the Aunt Ren Jieren whom he met in the "Activity Center" in the evening, a D3 employee who serves in the company's "Strategy Committee".

At this time, Ren Jie was still wearing the polyester shirt, but changed into a pair of gray trousers.On the pretty face where some traces of time can be seen, the expression is holy and dignified.

She walked between the big bed, the wardrobe, and the cupboard, and swept around in the direction of everyone.

"Xiao Shang?" She immediately saw Shang Jianyao sitting upright.

Shang Jian Yao stood up, took two steps forward, and said hello:

"Aunt Ren, I just registered.

"Uncle Shen led me here."

Ren Jie's eyes moved slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and then she smiled:

"It turns out that it is like this, it has passed the inspection."

"sit down."

When Shang Jianyao sat down again, she looked at the crowd and said:

"Since there are new church members participating, let me briefly introduce our church."

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao applauded enthusiastically.

Shen Du and the others either turned their heads or turned sideways, looking at him with the same blank gaze.

Ren Jie probably heard that Shang Jianyao belonged to a person with a more eccentric personality, she was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said:

"No need to do this, this is not a company meeting."

She paused for two seconds, and after Shang Jianyao stopped, she said in a deep voice:

"All of us here have actually never left the company, and have never really set foot on the surface.

"The information about Huitu we have comes from the company's broadcast, the introduction of teaching materials, and the descriptions of the surrounding 'security department' employees, all of which have been screened confidentially in advance.

"We don't really understand dust, like we've never really seen the sky."

Her gaze swept around and fell on Shang Jianyao's face:

"We know that after the destruction of the old world, after a long period of chaos and disputes, human beings have finally rebuilt order in some areas. With the new calendar, we also know that the shadows are still shrouded in dust. The land of order is different from the land of chaos, No-man's land and all kinds of wild mountains are like the islands in the textbooks to the sea. Pollution, distortion, and famine are like tides, coming in waves without end.

"The deadliest thing is the heartless disease, which is the veterinary disease in textbooks. Until today, we still haven't grasped its pathogenesis and transmission law. Maybe we and the people around us will degenerate into real diseases as soon as we wake up. 'Beast', unable to communicate, only the instinct of predation."

Ren Jie breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"This is what we know, so what is it that we don't know?

"It is why the old world is destroyed, and why the new order can be rebuilt.

"On the ashes, among the many human beings, there are rumors like this:

"Some behaviors in the old world offended the gods, so they were destroyed by them, and the surviving people passed the test, so they were saved by them.

"This rumor is partly true and partly false.

"Really, there is indeed a group of gods in this world. They are in charge of the years together and manage different months respectively, so they are honored as 'Zhi Sui'. Of course, some people call them 'Zhiren' and 'Sui. God', 'God', 'Savior', 'Painter of the past', 'Officer of the present'.

"The truth is that the 'Zhi Sui' were not provoked to destroy the old world, it was just an inevitable result of normal development.

"Life is noble and holy, but it passes away, and so does the world, just as the old year always comes to an end and prepares for the new.

"Our sect is called 'Life Sacrifice', and we believe in the most special person in 'Zhi Sui', who is in charge of the 'Designer' in December. He is the end of the year, but it also symbolizes the coming of the new year. , He is the terminator of the old world and the creator of the new world."

When Ren Jie spoke up to this point, except for Shang Jianyao, everyone stretched out their arms together, as if holding a baby in their arms, shaking gently:

"It will eventually belong to Si Ming."

Their voices were low but clear, merged into one, and echoed in the room.

Ren Jie looked at Shang Jianyao and continued:

"In fact, the new world has not yet come. Now is the stage when the gods test all living beings. Only by devoutly believing in the command and entrusting yourself to the command in a sacrificial way can you enter the new world, get rid of the cycle of time, obtain eternal life, and no longer suffer. .”

"Praise for your tolerance!" The congregation once again shook their arms and said in a low voice.

Shang Jian Yao imitated their actions and said:

"Praise be to your tolerance."

Ren Jie nodded in satisfaction, then said:

"Okay, let's start the sermon.

"Our Life Sacrifice Church worships life and fears death, so we value rebirth and funerals the most.

"Today's content is mainly about freshmen."

Shang Jian Yao sat with his back straight, listening very seriously like the people around him.

Ren Jie's voice gradually softened, and her expression became more holy:

"We shall put babies to sleep on their backs;

"We should let babies develop the habit of playing during the day and sleeping at night;

"We hum a song when the baby falls asleep;

"We should carefully distinguish the cry of the baby:

"Short and low, high and low is hunger; intense is anger; suddenly loud, very sharp, and paused for a long time, turning into a gentle mourning, is pain...

"We should pat the baby on the back to let the air out of his belly...

"When we hold the baby, we hold the back of his head...

"We must breastfeed..."

Shang Jianyao's eyes gradually became dull, and his mouth opened slightly, unable to close.

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"After each feeding, the baby should be held upright for 20 to 30 minutes;

"Babies should be fed before they are extremely hungry...

"..."

Ren Jie's preaching voice echoed softly in the room, Shen Du and the others listened very carefully, and from time to time took out the pen and paper they had prepared long ago, and wrote down what they thought was important.

Shang Jianyao always maintained the initial posture, looking at Ren Jie intently, but his eyes seemed a little out of focus.

After two or three ten minutes, Ren Jie stopped, glanced at the crowd and said:

"That's it for today.

"The above are the teachings of the gods."

"Praise for your tolerance!" Before Shen Du and the others could speak, Shang Jianyao had already stretched out his arms, as if holding a baby and gently shaking, looking very positive.

"..." The rest of the congregation froze for two seconds, and finally imitated Shang Jianyao, side by side arms, bent their elbows, and said with a slight shake, "Praise for your tolerance!"

Ren Jie opened her mouth, but said nothing.

She glanced at the old electronic watch on her wrist and said:

"It's getting late and we need to get back to our homes before the lights come on.

"Next is the last link, the Holy Communion."

After finishing speaking, she and the woman surnamed Li passed the road and entered the inner room.

In less than a minute, they came out one after another. One was holding various tableware, including small bowls, large bowls, plastic lunch boxes and porcelain spoons, and the other was holding a large cylindrical container filled with dark things.

The rich fragrance quickly floated into Shang Jianyao's nose, and he couldn't help but raise his right hand and wipe the corner of his mouth.

That's the aroma of sesame and sugar!

Similar things, including ordinary dim sum, cost 60 contribution points per catty, which is more expensive than pork!

As for high-end products, they cost about 720 points per catty, and Shang Jianyao’s daily breakfast only costs 8 to 10 o’clock.

Soon, the woman surnamed Li distributed the tableware to everyone, while Ren Jie held the translucent plastic container in one hand and a spoon in the other, and scooped the dark food inside into the bowls and lunch boxes of the believers. a spoonful.

For each person, she would say:

"This is today's sacrament, black sesame paste."

Those who receive communion will solemnly respond:

"Praise be to your tolerance!"

As a new member of the church, Shang Jianyao was the last one to be distributed besides Ren Jie and the woman surnamed Li. That spoon was quite a lot, almost filling the small bowl in his hand.

"This is today's sacrament, black sesame paste." Ren Jie said as usual.

Shang Jianyao responded devoutly:

"Praise be to your tolerance!"

Ren Jie, who distributes the sacrament, is to some extent equivalent to the incarnation of the "executive year" Siming, so "you" refers to Si Ming, not Ren Jie.

The woman surnamed Li observed the change in Shang Jianyao's expression, and asked with a smile:

"Isn't it touching?"

"Moved!" Shang Jianyao held the bowl with one hand, raised it with the other, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Ren Jie and the woman surnamed Li didn't say anything else, they returned to the bed, shared the remaining black sesame paste, buried their heads slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Praise be to your tolerance."

Everyone agreed, and then began to enjoy the communion.

The sacrament seems to have been prepared a long time ago, and it is a little cold, but this does not affect its taste, which is fragrant, sweet, and has the unique temperament of sesame.

Shang Jian Yao took a sip carefully, then paused for a moment, moved the spoon like flying, and continuously sent the black sesame paste into his mouth.

Dang, dang, dang, he didn't even let go of those sticking to the bowl wall, and scraped it clean.

After eating, he glanced left and right, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

When the Holy Communion was over, everyone praised Siming who was in charge of December in unison, and lined up to return the tableware to the woman surnamed Li and Ren Jie.

When it was Shang's turn to see Yao, the woman surnamed Li smiled and asked:

"This is your first time attending a party, how do you feel?"

Shang Jianyao replied seriously:

"delicious."

The woman surnamed Li had a stagnant expression, and asked instead:

"What advice do you have for us?

"Don't worry, since you have joined the cult, you are all relatives, and there is nothing that cannot be said between relatives."

Shang Jian Yao thought for a while and said:

"More communion."

"...What else?" The woman surnamed Li forced a smile.

Shang Jian Yao's eyes moved slightly and said:

"Brush your teeth in advance."