The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Tang Tang breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "I feel like everything here is weird!"

At this moment, Gabriel had turned back, and the girl who was lying on the ground like a limp corpse was dragged away by another person who came up.

Based on the conversation between the girl and Gabriel, if Gabriel really strangled the girl to death, it would mean that she had successfully become a sacrifice and gave her life for her so-called "Lord God".

And since Gabriel didn't kill her just now, it means her life is not in danger and she needs to continue living.

Gabriel came back and looked at the posture of Tang Tang and Gray, with an unknown emotion flashing in his eyes.

Tang Tang patted Gray's face and motioned him to step back.

Gray was no longer crying. He just shed tears physiologically, but he stopped very quickly.

Gabriel found Tang Tang very interesting. She had a kind of complete indifference, as if nothing she did would cause her any emotions.

Be it the inhumane auction that just happened, or the men and women who are now running rampant, or the lamb that was about to be killed by her a second ago.

Lust cannot cause Tang Tang to have emotional fluctuations, and the same goes for killing.

Gabriel was rarely distressed. She looked at Tang Tang, wondering what she should do... to make her want to join the Holy Light Church?

Money? Power? Beauty? Unfettered desires, or the pleasure of torturing the lambs at will?

Everyone should be a slave to desire, no matter who they are...

Everyone has desires, and the power and energy of the Holy Light Religion can easily satisfy anyone's desires.

Therefore, the Holy Light Religion is on par with the gods, and many foolish people, who are dominated by their insatiable desires, will give up everything to satisfy their desires.

What about the new pope?

Gabriel said faintly, "Dear Eris, aren't you curious?"

Tang Tang finally understood why Gabriel was doing all this mess.

It turned out that he was casting bait.

Any upper-class person is actually a lower-class person.

The interests of the upper class are too large and too complex. Too many people transform into beasts in human skin for the sake of profit and power. Therefore, innocence and kindness cannot survive.

In the dark quagmire, innocence and kindness are rare commodities.

And obviously, no one present, including Tang Tang, was a rare commodity.

They never feel ashamed of showing their greed nakedly, because it is the truth that greed is insatiable.

So Tang Tang also said quietly, "Curiosity is human nature, but so far, I have not been curious."

Gabriel looked at Tang Tang in distress, "The deeper hunting rituals... are not suitable for the new Pope to participate in today."

She sighed, "Dear, please believe me, I am doing this for your own good. Even I felt a little uncomfortable when I first participated in the hunting ceremony."

Hunting ritual.

It doesn't sound like a normal activity. Considering that all classes except the Pope are actually lambs, there is no need to guess what this so-called hunting ceremony is hunting for.

It’s hard to say what it is... a game of hunting living people.

She calmly asked the system in her mind, "Can this group of people be saved?"

[The data is too large, host, 50 points are required. ]

Tang Tang was surprised, "Why do you need so many?"

System Road,

[This force has existed for hundreds of years.]

Tang Tang paused, then said, "Go ahead."

[50 points have been deducted, and the current balance is 72 points. ]

[The information will be uploaded to the host later. Regarding the host's current question, the answer is: give up, there is no hope. ]

Tang Tang's mouth twitched uncontrollably, "Okay."

The answer to why there was no hope had already occurred to her.

The system said before that the confusing fragrance in the entire hall was the scent of burning spices made from corpse oil.

The system’s response at that time was [Temporarily non-toxic].

That's because if you smell this fragrance alone, it will only be a little addictive, because some banned substances are mixed into the spice.

The most important thing is not the fragrance, but that this group of people have all participated in a mysterious ceremony, similar to Sunday, after bathing together, being blessed by God, and drinking the holy water given by God.

And that holy water...its ingredients are even more bizarre.

The holy water was mixed with the powder of a corpse that had been ground into powder...or it would be more appropriate to say the powder of a pickled mummy.

Not only was corpse oil refined into candles, but corpses were also made into mummies using special spices and techniques.

All the bodies died of unnatural causes, either as a result of so-called accidents or were voluntarily killed during sacrifice.

And before they die, they will remove their organs while they are still fresh.

As for where the organs went...some were made into collections and sold to some perverts, or made into special "magic tools" and given to people they wanted to win over.

Another part of them were sold according to the orders of the industrial chain, which is why this group of people have enough money to start a cult.

The wool comes from the sheep, and they are really exploited thoroughly, even after death.

The hollowed-out corpses were used to make mummies, which were made to standard, beautiful images and sold to necrophiles.

Those with poor image were completely made into mummies, and then part of the mummies were sold to European and American nobles. Even though the nobles there had developed to an advanced level, there were still some who ignorantly believed that eating mummies could cure diseases or prolong life.

The other part is turned into powder by the church, mixed with addictive substances and turned into holy water for members.

The volatile fragrance of corpse oil and the toxins remaining in the body from the holy water will combine to make people feel dazed, or have hallucinations and dreams.

However, these symptoms are controlled in a delicate balance so as not to affect daily life and bring the risk of exposure.

That’s why the system says that this group of people is beyond saving.

Tang Tang said "hmm", then glanced at Gray next to him and asked, "Where is this little nightingale?"

[He is fine, but he is born with albinism and cannot see the light. ]

Tang Tang suddenly realized, no wonder Gray's hair was pale and his pupils were light pink.

There was an illusory beauty about him, and in fact, he looked quite like an angel.

These things looked long, but in fact, they only passed through Tang Tang's mind once. After two or three seconds, she responded to Gabriel, "The hunting activity... is held here?"

Gabriel saw that Tang Tang asked this question on her own initiative, and thought that she was finally interested, so he looked at her happily and said with a smile, "Here? No, of course not."

She looked gently at the crowd of people who looked like puppets, and said kindly like the Virgin Mary, "The lambs should naturally be in a bigger pasture."

Tang Tang lowered his eyes, his face behind the mask was frozen, and he sneered at the system, "Ranch? I think... it should be a slaughterhouse."