Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Therefore, Andrew Miller tried a question: "Leader, how can I convince believers? Is there an opportunity?"

Zhao Chuanxin squinted his eyes as he recalled.

To Andrew Miller, it was as if he were making some kind of supernatural move.

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Yes, at 1908 o'clock in the morning on June 6, 30, the rulers of the past will wake up from their slumber, and there will be an earth-shattering explosion near the Tunguska River in Siberia!"

Andrew Miller's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt a cold air, rising from his tailbone and going straight to the sky.

is this real?

If true, it would be terrible.

The Old Ones are terrifying, and the Cult Leader is even more terrifying.

He himself has been placed in the world setting described by Zhao Chuanxin and is unable to extricate himself.

He asked timidly: "Leader, are you the God of Noise? On that day will you awaken the Old Ones? Or, in other words, are you the Old Ones? Otherwise, it would be difficult for the Chamber Pot God to figure out who you are. How do you predict its behavior?”

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

The two people's thoughts are not on the same channel at all.

He was trying his best to describe a mythical system, but that bitch, Andrew Miller, actually believed it all and asked such stupid questions.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed dryly and made the mistake: "All the names of chamber pot gods known to the world are obscure pronunciations heard occasionally. This may be the sound they made, or maybe not, you just translated the pronunciation.

So, you can name it whatever you want.

You cannot actually call out the name of the chamber pot god, no pronunciation can do it.

Human beings only live in a three-dimensional world, while chamber pot gods are in higher dimensions. In their eyes, human beings are as small as bugs.

Don't think that it was the 'noise' that awakened the Old Ones. He lost his temper and caused an explosion near the Tunguska River. Remember, it cannot be described or inferred! "

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxian refused to answer directly, Andrew Miller felt more and more that something was wrong.

He was scratching his head and feeling suspicious.

No matter how I looked at Zhao Chuanxin, I felt that he was not a human being.

This is terrible.

At one moment he thought Zhao Chuanxin was the book on the dimensional barrier, at another moment he thought it was the Old Ones, and at another moment it was like "noise".

His various story lines gradually took shape amid suspicion.

On the way, during questions and answers, the two perfected the system, only waiting for Andrew Miller to add details.

Before I knew it, I was back in New York.

Zhao Chuanxin took him to Xinghui Catering Company, and withdrew a sum of money from Abraham Cohen and handed it to Andrew Miller: "This is the first fund to create the Chamber Pot God Cult, 5000 US dollars, and you will be responsible for the rest."

Andrew Miller tugged at his hair: "Cult Leader, what is the purpose of creating the Chamber Pot God Cult with your money and effort?"

"Disintegrate arrogance." Zhao Chuanxin did not explain much.

It was just a nail planted casually by Zhao Chuanxin.

Because arrogance will bring destruction, this is a link in the mythological system of the Chamber Pot God Cult. The disciples of the Chamber Pot God Cult are destined to have a conscious confrontation with a small group of people.

You can't buy it for 5000 yuan, and you can't be fooled if you lose money.

Andrew Miller did not expect that the Chamber Pot Cult he founded would become a group with a very wide audience in later generations.

Because the doctrine is loose and there are no strict rules and regulations, it leads to a large number of believers.

Zhao Chuanxin found it very interesting when he thought about it. He had left his mark on history.

……

On November 11, the weather in New York was gloomy, with snowflakes falling since the morning.

It usually only snows at the end of November, but this year the weather is very unusual.

Grenville Harper was not affected much by the stock market crash, but instead made a small profit.

He came to work on Wall Street in a private carriage. There was a charcoal stove in the carriage. He baked his hands on it and put his feet close to the charcoal stove, but he still felt a little cold.

Maybe the body is a little weak.

Suddenly, he heard the noise outside the carriage.

He opened the curtain and looked out, and saw the bronze king Fritz Heinze whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

After Fritz Heinze lost a large sum of money by manipulating the stock market, he disappeared for a while. Even if he appeared later, he kept a low profile and usually stayed in recluse. No one knew what he was doing.

Everyone felt that he was defeated and there was no possibility of a comeback.

However, Grenville Harper found that Fritz Heinze looked good and there was no trace of depression on his face.

He was handing out leaflets on the street with some people, wearing heavy woolen coats and leather gloves.

Grenville Harper's carriage had tight windows to keep him warm. He could faintly hear Fritz Heinze shouting a few slogans, but he only heard the words "racial equality" and "call for peace". .

This made him very curious, so he rang the bell, and the coachman stopped. He said to the coachman: "Go and get a leaflet."

In fact, there was no need to go get it. A man wearing a newsboy hat saw the car stop and took the initiative to stuff the leaflet into the carriage through the gap of the car.

Grenville Harper dragged in and the carriage moved on.

He lowered his head to read and found that it was an article against racial discrimination.

This is strange, how could Fritz Heinze be involved in such activities?

The article is well-founded and logical. It not only explains the moral issues of discrimination, but also relates to the economic aspects.

Fritz Heinze believed that if segregation and restrictions were relaxed and the circulation of people increased, the time for Wall Street's economic recovery would be at least doubled and the country would be more prosperous.

He analyzed all aspects of life through food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even Grenville Harper thought his words made sense.

In addition, Fritz Heinze particularly emphasized Zhao Chuanxin’s recent actions.

He claimed: If New York does not curb this kind of discriminatory culture, everyone will have a sharp knife hanging over their head and face personal safety concerns at any time.

Grenville Harper couldn't help but smile bitterly after seeing Zhao Chuanxin's name.

After learning that Chen Yigeng was Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao Chuanxin was causing trouble in New York recently.

At this time, even if Wilhelmina comes to New York again, Grenville Harper swears that he will never be jealous of Zhao Chuanxin again.

This kind of thing can cost lives.

He put away the flyers and went to the bank.

He found that everyone in the office was talking about Fritz Heinze and his leaflets.

After all, that was the famous Bronze King in the past.

"Why do you think he would do this?"

"My guess is that he lost too much money and is not feeling right."

"Maybe he deliberately created a stunt, or maybe he had other conspiracies."

After all, there are many people who have a problem with Fritz Heinze because of his criminal record.

The root cause of this financial crisis lies with Fritz Heinze.

Grenville Harper couldn't help but said: "Don't you know that Fritz Heinze now has a very good relationship with Zhao Chuanxin?"