Doomsday Card Unlimited

Chapter 117

The magic sticks were still distributing porridge along the way, offering lengthy prayers every time they reached a place, and then distributing porridge to some refugees.

Of course, some of them were dissatisfied because they didn't get the porridge, but these Sufeng believers were obviously not good at it, but anyone who dared to grab the porridge was cut into pieces by the wind blades sent by the believers.

Su Zhuo looked on coldly, adding sticks with candied dates is a good method, all the refugees will not dare to resist, regardless of whether these magic sticks can detect who is seriously praying, for the half bowl of gruel, they will naturally listen to Su Fengjiao obediently do it.

The power of words is terrifying. Even if they don't take it seriously at first, they will inevitably plant seeds in the hearts of these refugees.

Thus turning these people into fanatics of Sufeng Sect.

Its heart is awkward!

It lasted until it was completely dark, and the porridge of the Sufeng Sect gradually ended. Several people in green robes pushed the empty porridge buckets to the depths of the refugee camp.

Su Zhuo dodged a few times, and then followed them far behind.

The further he went, the more shocked Su Zhuo was. Seeing the people of the Su Feng Sect passing by, a large part of the refugees folded their arms in front of their chests and bowed respectfully. In the end, some people even prostrated themselves on the ground and knelt down.

No wonder they have started distributing porridge outside the refugee camps, because the refugees inside have been brainwashed by them.

And until now, such an organization outside the barrier was discovered within the barrier, which made Su Zhuo even more convinced that there must be people from them in the eight cities!
"Why don't you kneel?"

Suddenly, a man in green robe suddenly appeared behind Su Zhuo. Su Zhuo then realized that he was close to the center of the refugee camp. All the refugees around him had knelt down. Su Zhuo thought that hiding behind the house was not a problem. He would be noticed, but unexpectedly a cultist emerged from the house next to him.

As this man's voice came out, the kneeling refugees around him looked at Su Zhuo with anger in their eyes, as if not kneeling was a great insult to them.

The believers pushing the porridge cart in front also noticed Su Zhuo, and one of them said:

"He is a refugee who received the favor of Fengshen before!"

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding refugees became even more angry. It was simply blasphemy to accept the favor and not kneel!

"Well, I want to join the Sufeng Sect..."

While speaking, Su Zhuo deliberately wrapped the little fragrant pig in his arms, indicating that he was a card master,
Although the reasons are lame and full of loopholes, in order not to be exposed so quickly, Su Zhuo can only say this, he can't really kneel down to these gangsters.

Sure enough, Su Zhuo's words aroused the suspicion of the believers. Recently, Bacheng has been eyeing them. God knows if this guy in front of him is a spy sent by Bacheng.

But the surrounding people don't know, if they see that the people who join the Sufeng Sect are rejected, it may have an impact on their follow-up actions. They rolled their eyes and suddenly said:
"I'm sorry, we don't have the qualifications to recommend you to join the church. Why don't we take you to meet the leader, the great leader will determine whether you have the qualifications to join..."

Su Zhuo was overjoyed, isn't this just what he wanted, he wants to see who the leader is.

Thinking of this, Su Zhuo suddenly folded his arms around his chest and said solemnly:
"my pleasure!"

The leading believer is also very happy, the leader is powerful, no matter whether this person is a spy or not, I believe that in the hands of the leader, there will be no big waves.

The two sides had their own ghosts and took Su Zhuo to the center of the refugee camp, but there was a faint tendency to surround Su Zhuo.

Entering here, there are not many refugees, and Su Feng believers are walking around, and Su Zhuo also found that although the houses here are dilapidated on the surface, clean walls can still be seen through the tattered tarpaulin boards.

If they didn't meet a Su Feng believer, they would salute with their hands folded around their chests, and silently recited a few prayers, which caused Su Zhuo to keep raising his hands and saluting.

When they arrived at the largest room in the center, the leader turned to Su Zhuo and said:

"You wait here, I will report to the leader..."

Su Zhuo nodded yes, and waited respectfully outside the door, at least on the surface.

Not long after, the believers came out again, motioned everyone to go down to rest, and said to Su Zhuo:
"The leader has promised to see you, but you must be respectful, and you must not offend the leader, and you must not..."

After rambling on and on for a long time, the disciple stopped chattering and led Su Zhuo in.

As soon as he came in, Su Zhuo was shocked. There really is a hole in the sky here. The whole ground has deepened a lot. Four people wearing dark blue robes stand around each other. Behind them are exquisite lamps made by Kaka. Qingpao believers have higher positions.

At the front of the room, there is an angel with arms crossed, eyes slightly closed, showing a compassionate look, as if pitying the suffering in the world.

And below the angel statue, facing a huge stone seat, a purple-robed man with a staff in his left hand and a law code in his right is sitting.

Just like a small magic stick leader - a big magic stick!

However, the sharp-eyed Su Zhuo still found some blood stains left on the floor in the corner, and they were not dry yet, as if they had just dripped.

The believers respectfully said:
"Master, people have brought..."

Su Zhuo had opened his all-seeing eyes a long time ago. The few people in front of him are all card masters, and they all have a second-level level.

And the name of the master of the great magic stick is He Liang, and his three-dimensional attributes are even comparable to those of Bacheng.

He Liang signaled the disciples to leave, fixed his eyes on Su Zhuo, suddenly tapped the staff in his hand, and the wind element circulated on him, shouted:

"You are from Bacheng!"

Su Zhuo became very playful, the forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds, this kid is already addicted to the magic stick and can't extricate himself.

"Great leader, I will always be a man of God, a lamb lost in the world...Only the brilliance of my teaching can wash away the sins on my body..."

Su Zhuo also wiped his eyes at the right time, forcing down two tears of repentance.

"Oh?"

He Liang solemnly said in a non-male and non-feminine voice:

"What crime did you commit?"

Now it was Su Zhuo's turn to be stunned, he hesitated for a long time before saying:

"I'm guilty, I repent, I didn't help the old lady cross the road, I didn't wash my hands before meals, the worst thing is! I lie and don't blink!"

"Presumptuous! Before God, you are talking nonsense."

Before He Liang could speak, a believer beside him was already furious.

In fact, Su Zhuo didn't care much anymore. With just a few pieces of information, he was no match for him. Fortunately, he found out early, otherwise when they mobilized the refugees, the consequences would be disastrous.

And as long as these people in front of him are dealt with, the so-called Sufeng Sect will naturally be defeated. When the time comes to capture the leader of Laoshizi and question Ma Xiaoqing, it will be revealed whether there are traitors in Bacheng.

Sometimes, it is better to try not to use your brain if you can explain the truth clearly with your fists.

"Hey, you really have a problem..."

Unexpectedly, He Liang was not angry, but instead smiled, and looked at Su Zhuo like a turtle in a urn.

(End of this chapter)