[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

Something happened recently.

Patu asked Xinghe and the others to check out the Hissis Monastery.

When issuing this order, the skinny old man frowned, looking more and more like a mouse stealing oil. Sorry, it really looks like one. Xinghe glanced away and recalled where he had seen a mouse stealing oil.

Patu's voice was low and solemn, "You pretend to go in and take a look, and report to me if you find the information."

"Yes."

Xinghe and Kuroro, who had received the task, went out and passed by Patu's cronies as they went out. The hulking man looked down at them with a bit of contempt.

"Kurolo, he is despising you."

"No, he's despising us."

The daily bickering is over.

Although Patu paid attention to it, the flaws brought about by age could not be erased. Compared with those who worked hard all day for food in the small camp, the central camp was rich in supplies, and the people living here were much stronger.

Kuroro likes to collect information on weekdays. He briefly described the Sisis Monastery to Xinghe.

Meteor Street was formerly a place of apartheid, and all kinds of rare and weird ethnic groups were driven here by those in power, leaving them to fend for themselves.The race that accepted the religious culture outside also brought here the flame called Faith.

The outside is the Mingguang religion, which believes in the only God, who controls the past, present, and future, the all-knowing and omnipotent God, and the same is true inside.

Poverty and suffering are the best fertile ground for faith, and Mingguang Sect thrives here.

For the central area of ​​Meteor Street, the headquarters and the Council of Elders help each other, just like any regime that stands side by side with religion or controls the stable environment of religion.

In addition, there are also some branches located around Meteor Street, and these branches have food supplies from the Central District Headquarters, and bear the responsibilities of accepting beliefs, spreading beliefs, collecting corpses, and raising children until they can survive independently. Understand that this kind of parenting comes with a condition.

But in any case, here is the Garden of Eden for the poor, and the kingdom of God on earth for the hungry.

As a branch of them, the Hissis Monastery is considered a relatively peaceful place in Meteor Street. Apart from adopting young children as the foundation of the church, they rarely participate in the disputes of local forces in Meteor Street.

This time, Patu asked them to check. What they liked was that Xinghe and Kuroro were young, and they used their youth to open up their defenses.

Xinghe asks "if they don't participate in the struggle, then where does the food come from"

Kuroro "It is said that the religion remaining on Meteor Street is a united front no matter what the teachings are. The central area of ​​Meteor Street has the headquarters of Mingguang Sect, and there should be an internal food circulation channel between them."

"If the Council of Elders finds out that this group of people in robes wants to interfere with the interests of Meteor Street, those who claim that the kingdom of God in the sky, the soul returns to the land of God, the spiritual world is ruled by the Almighty God, and the world on the ground is guided by human leaders slogans people who are plotting evil."

"Even the deepest faith can't tolerate them."

Xinghe asked rhetorically, "According to their slogan, since all souls belong to God, why don't the offerings from the human world belong to Him?"

He felt that these people were purely to put on a good-looking fake skin for themselves, and everything was just for the winner to be king.

Kuroro patted Xinghe's shoulder, "After all, mentally weak people need a backbone to support them."

While walking and talking, they soon arrived at the central training ground and found Wojin, who was fighting with Eric. Both of them were reinforcements, and they fought in the same way. It was especially interesting to get together.

Wo Jin looked like a wild savage, standing next to Xinghe and Kuroro who were wearing full boards was a bit unsuitable. He disliked that the original long sleeves hindered him from swinging his arms, so he pulled down the rude sleeves, and he was fine. A piece of clothing was torn into tatters by him.

After calling Wo Jin, he brought back Nobunaga and Maqi who were busy outside. Since Nobunaga discussed with Xinghe how to practice swordsmanship, he found a place to meditate and purify his mind, intending to transform himself into everything. Xinghe gave him I liked it and felt that it was like cultivating immortals. Ma Qi's thoughts became more and more solid. When I saw her, I found that Ma Qi was holding a puppet, and the thoughts in his hands were tied to the joints.

Xinghe has seen this before. When he was young, his mother took him and his sister to play in the street. Xinghe saw someone performing a puppet show on the side of the road.

Xinghe felt that it was time for Ma Qi to play with dolls, and felt that something was wrong. When he turned his head, he saw a man whose life and death was lying behind Ma Qi, with a thread tied to his body.

After all the people were called, Kurolo told everyone what Patu ordered.

Kuroro has accumulated experience in meetings since he was a child, which is a lot of illiterate and semi-literate.

Xinghe doesn't know how to act, and he holds a knife, so no one can get close to him.

Wo Jin and Nobunaga do not meet their selection criteria, they are too old, and the monastery likes to choose good-looking children.

Therefore, Kuroro and March acted as suffering children and went to the Sisis monastery.

Xinghe, Wojin, and Nobunaga are ready to support you.

Xinghe is now near the Hissis Monastery. He picked a high place to sit and looked into the distance. The dense and gloomy building was looming in the mist.

It's like a haunted house, and I don't know how Kuroro and Maggie are doing now.

After leaving the central camp, they were basically empty-handed except for clothes and weapons, and returned to poverty.

Although Wo Jin looked rough, he was very careful. He pretended to be a homeless person who lived elsewhere and recently approached here. After arriving here, he kept beating and being beaten, leaving a small impression on the aborigines.

Nobunaga and Wo Jin are old partners, and they also acted together with Wo Jin.

Xinghe concealed his figure and rarely appeared in front of the crowd, looking monotonously at the Hissis Monastery, and at night found Wo Jin and Nobunaga to exchange information.

The Hissis Monastery is still the same. Few people come in and out. Those who go out are all in black robes with solemn faces, and they will always look the same as those produced on the assembly line.

There is still no situation in the Hissis Monastery today, Xinghe estimated the time and stood up, planning to leave.

The knife was still in his waist, and when he subtly sensed something was wrong and wanted to hold the knife, a heavy blow hit the back of his neck hard, and a night-like darkness struck.

He was hugged by the waist, and then he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Xinghe shook his head, the dizziness has not disappeared.

The colorful color blocks in the pupils gather and disperse from time to time, and the field of vision is not very clear, only showing a horizontal diamond-shaped square size for him to see the surroundings clearly.

This is enough.

Xinghe closed his eyes, and pictured this place bit by bit in his mind.

He was shackled to the wet and cold wall, the cold bit his flesh and penetrated into the marrow of his bones, the thought power to protect his body disappeared, and he was placed in a world of ice and snow.

On the left are all kinds of blood-stained instruments of torture. Xinghe relied on his intuition to explore their effects, where the blood was the deepest and the most worn out, and where the wear and tear was the most. So it's a bit cleaner than other instruments of torture

On the right is a chair, with unknown traces of filth superimposed on the seat, and an unpleasant smell comes from it.

There are traces of damp on the ground, which is extremely sticky.

The smell of blood here is too heavy, so heavy that people are accustomed to the smell.

Xinghe moved his arm, it was stiff and painful, and there was a faint sound of breathing in his left ear.

Feeling unrestrained, Xinghe suspected that before he could say hello to this unfortunate neighbor, the other party would burp first.

He constantly adjusted his breathing, let his body heat up, and let his blood drive away the chill spreading in his body.

The hard shoes of "Tatata" stepped on the ground, and the person who came should be a man in good physical condition.

The man stopped in front of Xinghe, using a weird but soothing emphasis, like the kind of contrived voice deliberately made by nobles to highlight their unique status and separation from commoners.

"Our little guest is welcome, and although neither of us expected this unexpected meeting, it is not offensive."

His voice was very thin, and when he spoke, he was like a mad buffoon, creating fear with viciousness with indeterminate emphasis that went up and down.

The hot and humid breath sprayed on Xinghe's face, and the man almost whispered these words next to his ear.

Self-talking megalomaniac.

Xinghe defined this kind of person in his heart.

When he first came to Meteor Street, his strength was not strong, and he had encountered this kind of person two or three times. He was eager for blood and abuse, and he called what he did as garbage with a unique artistic beauty.

Trash like to chatter, but they are all dead.

Xinghe opened his eyes and looked at the other party with those eyes as dark as the night sky, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "Are you finished talking, garbage?"

"Let me guess what you want to say next"

He imitated the tone of the other party, "Do you like blood? I like it very much, especially the way they are painted on your body. You will also like your appearance. It is so perfect, it is the greatest work of art in the world"

"Hmm," Xinghe snorted softly, "Have you been trashed before?"

"Didn't dare to take revenge on the torturer, so I hid in the ditch and shivered like a mouse"

"To shut up"

The man took a deep breath, trying to restrain himself from blurting out those low-key words, to restrain, to restrain

The corners of his mouth were tightly closed, but his cheeks were still twisted and deformed.

Then Xinghe was beaten.

Humans are always a little bit impulsive.

The man threw down his whip and scolded angrily, "Sinners like you, who are full of sins, must learn to atone for your sins. God will take your bones and grind them into powder and sprinkle them into the evil swamp, and grind your flesh for crows and vultures to eat."

He cursed Xinghe and left.

Xinghe's hands were suspended, and he twisted his shoulders to relax.

The weak-breathing man next to him was still alive, and his tone was faint, "You shouldn't provoke him."

"Human, there is always a little impulsiveness." Xinghe replied indifferently.

The man smiled faintly, "But well done."

"You are"

Xinghe guessed from the man's words that this place has something to do with religion. What else is there besides the Hissis Monastery?

"I am a sinner, a sinner whose bones should be burnt into dregs by hellfire and poured into the bottomless abyss, whose flesh and blood should be full of sins and should die in the open air while crows and vultures peck at the corpse." The man lowered his tone and spoke lazily.

No, brother, you have added too many titles to yourself.

Are you so fond of modifiers?

His name is Feitan.

Because of her beautiful appearance, she was accepted by the Hissis Monastery, but she couldn't respect the sacredness and was thrown into an underground prison for punishment.

Feitan was short, and his toes couldn't reach the ground after being handcuffed. Xinghe was taller than him, and he could barely touch the ground with his toes.

Sloppy and crippled, online ballet.

After complaining, Xinghe and Feitan chatted.

Xinghe thought Feitan was very young, but when he asked about his age, he found out that Feitan was older than him.

"Are you so big to be so short?"

Fei Tan's eyes were instantly terrified.

Sorry to poke your foot.

Xinghe quickly changed his mouth, "But I heard that some adults can grow up to 25 years old, you still have time to fight."

In this dark prison, the two raised the issue of height.

Xinghe "I don't pay much attention to my diet, I eat and drink casually, but I think my height is still growing at a normal rate. My expectations for the future, at least 1.8 meters, isn't it said in magazines that men with a height of 1.7 meters are second-class disabled?"

"Although I am only 1.4 meters, I am a dwarf with dreams."

Feitan told Xinghe without any concealment that when he was the same age as Xinghe, he was also long whoosh, and later

"and after"

Feitan said that the Hissis Monastery collects children and trains them in different directions, with those who are dedicated to force and those who are dedicated to appearance.

Because of his good looks, he was given a growth-stopping potion, "to prevent me from growing into a burly body."

Fei Tan was very resentful.

"Hahaha I'm sorry, you are really miserable."

"However," Xinghe's face was full of dreams, "It's a man's dream to have a strong back and waist."

"Yes." Fei Tan echoed beside him.

There's always a dream, isn't it?