I died on the first day of the game

"Isn't he...?!"

Zhao Mo turned his head to look at the corner of the wall where Li Chengshang was standing just now. He didn't know when it was empty.

Li Chengshang's previous behavior has already betrayed the survivors, and now he is nowhere to be seen, and everyone's expressions are not very good, Zhao Mo can only say optimistically: "Uh... Maybe he wanted to admit his mistake and secretly went to help Woolen cloth."

The two survivors still frowned, only Lian Na nodded and kept walking, as if she accepted the statement.

The young man also knew that this possibility was very slim, so he didn't continue talking, and followed the others out of the corridor.

The noisy noise had already stopped, and the front hall of the church was empty. The messy footprints on the ground and the casually discarded coats showed the chaos just now.

Yi Mian became more and more confused, quickened her pace, and walked out first.

Zhou Fen was at the end, stopped in front of the gate, and carefully did not step out of the threshold: "Where did those believers go? They won't be ambushing us outside again, right?"

No one answered, she could only swallow the question back to her stomach, and looked around while taking small steps.

A pulsating red not far away quickly caught her attention.

In a remote town, except for the unknown materials used for the walls of the church, other houses are basically built of wood.

The continuous sun exposure made the only little moisture in the wood disappear, at least the survivors have never seen a rainy day since they entered the game.

Without the blessing of modern craftsmanship, these fragile wooden boards are the best combustion accelerant.

The house in front of me was burned to the point where only the red spire was left, and people could tell where it was. The rest of the house was covered in flames, exuding a suffocating smell of burning, and the crackling sound of sparks collapsing.

Zhao Mo tried to find the place where the fire was weak, but was blocked by the flames that were burning higher and higher. He gritted his teeth and said, "What's going on?! Did the disciples hear us?"

Yi Mian's eyes moved slightly: "No, look there."

Several people followed him to look over, and a scorched black figure stumbled out from the original position of the "door".

"Li, Brother Li?!"

This is a real figure, his whole body is black after being burned, and they can barely recognize this is their missing teammate from the figure of the other party.

The surface of Li Chengshang's body was still burning with a thin layer of fire, and it was scorched brown that it was hard to tell whether it was the skin or the cloth. Yi Mian had no doubt that he would fall off as soon as he touched him.

"Complete...mission...go out..."

He was still muttering unspeakable words, but he must have inhaled too much poisonous gas, and his voice was hoarse, and no one could understand what he wanted to say.

The man fell on the ground a few meters away from them, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, but no one was willing to go up and have a look. Even Zhao Mo, who was the least willing to abandon his teammates, turned his eyes away.

The direction of Li Chengshang's final steps was still facing the church, as if he wanted to go in desperately.

In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation in his heart and let himself fall into the abyss.

"I have to say that he is a great believer. He would rather give up his life to protect the church. It is really touching."

Javier paced out from the back of the house, wiped away his tears pretendingly, and made another gesture of blessing.

"May his soul stay with God Yiwei forever."

These words came from the mouth of the old man, and several people felt great irony, Zhao Mo said bitterly: "What on earth do you want to do!"

The rest of the believers appeared out of nowhere, and also stared at Zhao Mo viciously.

The old bishop tilted his head, motioned them to stay still, pointed at the man on the ground innocently and said, "I didn't do anything, but your companions stopped an atrocity, right?"

Yi Mian was silent, the other party obviously anticipated what they were going to do when they came out.

"Stop talking nonsense, what did your bastard church do? Do you remember how many people you killed?!"

Lian Na took a deep breath, and couldn't suppress an angry retort.

Javier looked at her carefully, without feeling guilty about being accused at all: "Ah...it's you, I remember you, but did you prepare the blessing cake with us two days ago, dear child?"

"That's because I'm controlled by you!"

The woman responded quickly, as if she was very disgusted to admit that she had joined the church.

"That's not called control."

Javier said slowly, "This is a true reflection of your thinking."

"you!"

The old bishop raised an index finger at them and put it near his mouth: "Shh, don't argue, I can hear your true inner voice."

Lian Na's lips moved, and the eyes under the hood stared at him angrily.

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a while.

Javier seemed to feel that they were no longer a threat, he narrowed his cloudy eyes, and waved his hands to let the believers leave.

Zhao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, pulled off Yi Mian's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Wow, bad luck, the water bottle is gone, what should I do now?"

The black-haired young man stared at the fire in front of him as if he hadn't heard of it, watching it fade away a little bit.

The fire was so intense that he suspected that the house was made of paper. The fire burned quickly, and after it was extinguished, wood fragments and black charcoal-like lumps were scattered on the ground.

Zhao Mo took a few steps closer, wanting to look through the ruins, but before he touched it, he was scalded by the heat and quickly withdrew his hand.

Yi Mian kicked the black wooden block beside her feet, and the wooden block immediately cracked into powder.

Although the holy water bottle is not made of wood, it is impossible to keep it intact in the fire, and it is likely to have lost its function. Several people thought of this instantly, with sad expressions on their faces.

Zhou Fen bit her lip and said, "Let's wait... and try digging again at night?"

Zhao Mo straightened up, looked at the figures of the disciples leaving, and murmured: "I don't think they will give this chance."

Yi Mian just fiddled with the carbonized fragments on the ground, with a cold arc on the corner of her mouth.

He has already determined that his mission is essentially the same as that of others, and the different prompts are just a play on words. Yan Ruyue is right, the main god is indeed targeting him.

Including deliberately setting him as another identity to mislead teammates who are late in the game.

In his last game, he happened to meet an opposing survivor, so he was almost tricked by the main god a few days ago.

But there is a high probability that the main god will not deliberately add a priest position because of framing him.

Doing so will only affect fairness, which is equivalent to changing the nature of the game. He doesn't think that the main god has the ability to completely control the game, otherwise he wouldn't just design him secretly.

There must be something special about the identity of a priest.

Occupy the office of a good priest.

Yi Mian chewed this sentence again, he did not complete the priest's duty, according to the literal meaning, he should have failed the moment he messed up the blessing day, but he still stood here, showing that the mission was not superficial above meaning.

What exactly is the duty of a priest...

Lian Na took out a slightly smaller holy water bottle from her bosom, and said to the frowning people: "I have another one here, do you need it?"

Zhao Mo glanced at the small, pitiful bottle: "Let's think of other ways to pass the level... No, let's deal with them in other ways."

Zhou Fen said silently: "I also think that violence is not the best solution, it should not be the main line..."

The game rarely arranges tasks that rely entirely on force, and is more inclined to test their logical thinking ability.

"Can I borrow this?"

Yi Mianyou stood up, took the water bottle from the blond woman's hand under the puzzled eyes of everyone, and asked his teammates to find a water-holding utensil from the house where they lived.

Stepping on the ruins, he walked step by step into the ashes. He leveled the water to ensure that it would not spill out, and then lightly touched the surface of the water with a bottle.

This scene is very familiar, they had just met twice not long ago, Zhou Fen suddenly realized: "You want to reproduce the blessing ceremony of that church!"

"However, will the rituals of the Light God Religion be the same as theirs?"

Zhao Mo wrinkled his face, apparently feeling that the two churches were very different, and worried that his mistake in praying would have other consequences.

"No, it's the same!"

Lian Na came over suddenly, staring at the people on the ruins with burning eyes.

"Guided by this teaching, they didn't create new rules at all. To be lazy, the believers directly copied all the procedures of the former church. Of course, the only thing that was changed was the prayer."

"It's time for us to go!"

After she finished speaking, she immediately walked to the ruins, acting as the No.1 believer, kneeling on a relatively intact wooden board to the right, her eyes looking forward, revealing a pious light.

The other two followed closely behind, imitating yesterday's ceremony and taking the stage one by one.

If the house is still there, Yi Mian's feet are just under the basement full of bones, and several people seem to be able to see believers stepping forward one by one, receiving holy water baptism as before.

The black-haired priest chanted in a low voice in front, Zhao Mo didn't dare to move, and only sighed: "He is really awesome, did you make up this word now?"

Zhou Fen looked at him helplessly: "We have read it before, it is the prayer in the book."

Zhao Mo was speechless: "I saw it, who remembers it? He has a copier in his head, right?"

Zhou Fen ignored him, imitating those believers when they prayed, quietly lowered their heads, and looked at the floor obliquely in front of them.

"Boom--"

There was a slight vibration from the side, and several people couldn't help turning their heads. The white statue that fell on the ground stood up at some point, facing their direction.

"This may really be... what the hell?!"

Zhao Mo turned his head and wanted to say a few words to his teammates, but was taken aback by the sudden appearance of people around him.

The person on his left glanced at him dissatisfied, made a silent movement, and stared intently ahead.

The three of them looked around, and were surprised to find that there was already a large circle of people kneeling around them, and they were all unfamiliar faces.

Lianna managed to recognize a person among them, covered her mouth and said in surprise: "You are Danli! Haven't you been..."

The boy immediately interrupted her, and whispered disapprovingly: "Aunt Lianna, what's wrong with you? Keep your voice down! The priest is praying for us!"

The woman put down her hand in a daze, her expression still unbelievable, when she inadvertently lowered her head, she saw the white skin exposed under the cloak—her arm had recovered to its original state.

"God of light, today's blessing is really special."

"Yeah, I feel like I'm living it all over again..."

"Oh my God, have you all forgotten what happened before?"

"What's the matter...ah, it's Javier!"

Yi Mian finished her prayer and let out a breath.

Facts confirmed his guess, the game required him to serve as his "personal" priest, to complete the only work that required him.

Entering the game a week in advance can be said to be a reminder, or it can be said to be misleading. The clergy has a lot of work, distributing holy water, leading prayers, but none of them must be done by him.

Except for the blessing day, the only major ceremony in this town.

If the main god didn't target him, the difficulty of the game would definitely be much lower.

Yi Mian walked down the ruins and saw the old bishop rushing over with a few people. As for how this group of people will treat them, it's not the survivor's business.

The electronic sound sounded vaguely at the right time.

"...The field has been completed, the number of customs clearance: 5 people, and the return journey begins."

The memory of the beginning of the game came back to his mind in an instant. He remembered the two teammates who were "disappeared". Obviously, they were not confused by the game like Li Chengshang, and now they have passed the level without any danger.

"That's right! Thank you!!"

The last memory before dizziness was Zhao Mo desperately waving his hands to thank him.

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sudden appearance! (Beaten