I died on the first day of the game

"What's wrong? Mr. Priest?"

Realizing that she had stopped unconsciously, Yi Mian calmed down, shook her head apologetically, and quickly sprinkled a few drops of holy water on the person opposite.

While thinking, most of the believers came up and walked around, and they returned to their positions one by one, standing upright.

Looking at the only 20 people, Yi Mian felt a sense of clarity. There are really too few people in the town, so small that it makes people suspicious.

There are dozens of houses in this place, and there is only one person living in almost every house. Although everyone has a job and is working, he doesn't think these people can maintain the operation of the whole town, especially they often spend a lot of time in the church.

Yi Mian couldn't help but think of the corpses buried underground. He could almost confirm that the "missing" people in the town were the bones in the basement, but he still didn't know the purpose of doing so.

"Well, very well done, my boy, you will enjoy the next task."

Bishop Javier clapped his hands lightly, opened the water basin in satisfaction, and pulled out a piece of rolled kraft paper like magic,

"As a priest, your body and mind should be dedicated to the gods,"

He shook the paper, and read to the crowd again: "The last item of blessing, our priests will read the prayer to the great God Yiwei!"

The crowd cheered loudly, Zhao Mo clapped his hands together, and whispered to Zhou Fen, "Did you understand the poem they just read? Sacrifice sounds like a bad word, and it's the last item. I feel that I will be buried after I finish reading, and I have to let Yi Mian withdraw quickly."

"But look at them..."

Zhou Fen looked at the impassioned expressions of the believers, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

The black-haired young man on the stage thought the same way. He glanced around, and everyone stared at him with burning eyes. Yi Mian took the kraft paper that had been handed under his nose.

"Dedicate my heart and soul to the great God Yiwei... I swear..."

He went through the content on the paper in his mind, and closed his eyes in silence.

The bishop urged him: "What's the matter? Read it quickly, the blessing time is coming to an end."

The words drifted over with the cool air, and the statue behind him seemed to grow bigger, like a huge black mouth, opening into a strange shape.

Yi Mian looked out the window again, the sunlight has faded a lot, but it's not yet dark.

Instead of looking at Javier, he lowered his head and said, "In order not to make mistakes during the reading process, maybe I should study this prayer."

The old bishop nodded understandingly: "Oh, of course."

After a while, a few people waited impatiently and urged in a low voice.

"I have another question."

Yi Mian raised her head in time, "Excuse me, is this a task that priests must complete?"

"Of course, this is the most important job of the priests of each church. The gods will hear your prayers and bless our entire town."

Javier looked at him for a few seconds before answering, biting the word "important" very hard, with a more kind smile on his face.

"yes."

Yi Mian gave a vague sound of belief, and continued to bow her head in silence.

"but."

The other party cleared his throat and did not keep him silent.

"Son, have you finished watching yet?"

There were not many prayers, and the time of silence was enough for him to recite these few words dozens of times and then copy them a dozen times. The believers who couldn't wait came forward and gathered around the prayer table. Yi Mian knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

"Yes, but I have to be frank."

He slowly put down the kraft paper and spread his hands, "I'm sorry I can't read them out, because I can't read."

The believers around him staring at him with dangerous eyes froze for a moment.

Zhao Mo almost laughed out loud, and covered his mouth with a snap.

The old bishop didn't expect him to say this. He looked at him in disbelief, and after a while he found his voice: "This is not funny at all, child, you are the priest of Yiwei Town!"

Yi Mian said with a natural expression, "So I'm sorry."

"How can you?!"

"This is disrespect to God Yiwei!"

"absurd!"

"..."

The crowd exploded, and the noisy ones were accusing him.

The young man stroked the black robe without blinking and said, "If necessary, you can change to a new priest."

The believers fell silent again, looking at each other with their mouths open, not knowing what to say.

"My lord, my lord!"

"I can help! Let me paraphrase, and you can pray to the idol for us, okay?"

Arya squeezed out from the group of people, with a sweet smile on her face again.

"I think so."

"Just do it."

"Quick, this is the last step!"

Before Yi Mian could answer, the town bell rang again. This heavy sound was like a drop of cold water splashed into hot oil, and the crowd exploded again.

The old bishop gave him a regretful look, and his eyes contained many complicated emotions that he could not distinguish. He stood in the center of the stage by himself to stop the restlessness of the others below:

"Yes……"

"This blessing is not perfect, I know."

"Look forward to the next blessing day! Before that, I will teach our priests to re-know the prayer words."

"By God, Yiwei, I promise it will be soon."

With a final wave of his cane, he directed the crowd to leave the church in an orderly manner.

The believers were very obedient and didn't complain any more, they went out one after another. Seeing this, Zhao Mo and Zhou Fen quickly pulled Yi Mian down and left behind the crowd.

"Good for you!"

Back in the red-roofed building, Zhao Mo closed the door and patted Yi Mian on the shoulder, "We thought you were going to be planted here!"

Yi Mian shook her head: "It's just today, I think they will arrange another blessing day soon."

Zhou Fen worried: "Then what should I do?"

"Complete the task first."

He took out the kraft paper from his robe, and while no one was paying attention, he brought out the prayer, which could be regarded as a clue related to the "priest's mission".

Yi Mian asked, "Do you think the number of people in the town is normal?"

The two of them huddled their eyebrows together as if they were thinking, then looked out of the window for a while and hesitated, "Is it normal...?"

Yi Mian sighed, it's not surprising, he didn't notice this problem for nearly two weeks before, as if he had acquiesced in his heart that Yiwei Town should be like this, sparsely populated, and there wasn't any family with more than two people.

There is a disturbing force at work, perhaps related to the strange gods believed by the residents.

"Come on, let's go to the basement again."

Yi Mian thought for a moment, called two teammates who were still studying the prayer, and went out together.

There is no one on the street, lifeless, and there is no lively scene in the past. It seems that because of the failure of praying, people are huddled at home and are unwilling to come out to work and live.

Occasionally, he passed by a few people, and the other party looked at him angrily.

Zhao Mo sighed: "It seems that they won't give up until they bury you."

Yi Mian didn't speak.

In his eyes, the entire church is a large-scale brainwashing institution, which first controls the spirit of the residents, and then deepens the influence a little bit through daily prayers. As a priest, he has the ability to get rid of part of the influence, but he is targeted by all the believers.

The broken piece of wood on the table was still lying there quietly, Yi Mian picked it up and handed it to the young man in sportswear next to him: "Try breaking it open."

Zhao Mo took it, using his hands hard, the muscles on his arms swelled up, and he didn't damage the block a bit. He grinned and broke it several times until his knuckles turned white, and he had no choice but to throw it back on the table: "Damn, this is Can a person break it?"

"never mind."

Zhao Mo's strength is definitely not small, it is stronger than a normal man who has never participated in the game.

Yi Mian put the two pieces of wood together and separated them again. Countless possibilities swirled in his mind, and most of the impossibilities were ruled out. There was only one absurd idea left in his mind.

It was he who broke the wood, in order to leave clues for him later.

It was no accident that there were only three survivors in this game. His teammates also disappeared for unknown reasons just like the residents of the town.

Pushing his own thinking backwards is much easier than making associations with the wood. The black-haired young man quickly came to a conclusion and began to search the whole house again, and finally found a few lines of lettering on the entrance to the basement.

"May God bless us, the great... Bright God Sect?!"

Yi Mian's eyes froze slightly, she cautiously did not read aloud, and called Zhao Mo over.

The two teammates were also taken aback, looked around reflexively, frowned and discussed in a low voice.

Zhao Mo said: "What is this? Another church?!"

Zhou Fen: "Another church without believers."

"Maybe." Zhao Mo moved his eyes to the entrance of the basement, "If the dead are counted."

"..."

The three fell silent.

Judging from the tragic corpses, the two churches are almost completely opposite, and the existing Xavier religion is obviously superior. They seem to have found the key point of the mission.

The things here may also be items left over from another church. Yi Mian took a few small bottles from the basement, filled them with ordinary water, and distributed them to teammates: "Go and try the residents."

They waited for a long time in the square before anyone came out of the house.

Aryan was wearing a beautiful little skirt, and walked over in a bouncing manner.

Zhou Fen had a kind expression on his face, and stopped the little girl and said, "Aryan, can I ask you a few questions? This, please treat it as a reward, okay?"

The holy water is rationed per person every day. Although they don't know what it is useful for, the believers are all rushing for it. The girl saw the holy water bottle in her hand and nodded cheerfully: "Okay, you can ask."

"Then... Arya, where are your parents? Why haven't I seen them?"

The girl tilted her head in confusion and thought for a while, then asked doubtfully, "What are you talking about, mom and dad are at home?"

Zhou Fen and his teammates looked at each other and said, "Can I meet them?"

"Well."

The girl waved her hand and stared at the bottle in Zhou Fen's hand, "But...they don't want to see outsiders."

"what about me?"

Yi Mian stood up and said to Arya.

"Of course you can, sir, come with me!"

The girl suddenly became happy again, took away the holy water, and ran ahead.

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