global pollution

"Hahahaha!"

Xia Ren laughed loudly, holding the last gasoline can in both hands, and Sa Yazi chased after the heretics.

He was in a state of excitement and didn't notice that on the system page, his pollution value had risen to over 50100.

But even if he noticed, he probably wouldn't care if he was immersed in happiness.

"Don't run away, let's get together and get close, I'm super friendly!"

Xia Ren shouted while chasing.

Some heretics who had slower legs and had just rushed over saw that Xia Ren was planning to go there, but then met his companion who was running away desperately with a frightened face, and hesitated for a while.

Although the new heretics didn't know what terrible things happened just now, they also subconsciously fled together, which proved that even if they are irrational, people still have a herd mentality.

The scene in the small town suddenly became weird. Xia Ren, who was originally being chased by the crowd, suddenly changed his identity and started running after the crowd.

And in the process of running, as more and more heretics joined in, the fleeing team became bigger and bigger, just like a shepherd dog chasing a flock of sheep.

After running like this for a while, Xia Ren realized that he could not catch up with them by himself. These heretics were frightened, and if they continued to chase, there would be no great gains.

He stopped, and accidentally saw the church in the center of the town out of the corner of his eye.

"Ah this..."

Xia Ren was having so much fun, it wasn't until this time that he finally remembered the business.

"Hope the real estate agent didn't have to wait too long..."

Looking at the sun that had unknowingly slipped to the west, he thought without confidence.

Xia Ren rolled up the oil drum with his tentacles, intending to leave this gift to the priest, and then went straight to the church.

Along the way, the heretics carefully watched from a distance, and no one dared to run over to stop him.

In order to reduce the possibility of being completely besieged when escaping, Xia Ren had been running around the periphery of the town, so the church was very lucky not to be affected.

He quickly walked up the stone steps and entered the door of the church. In the wide hall, rows of benches were neatly arranged.

The flames were raging outside, and half of the houses in the entire town were burning. The clean and tidy atmosphere here gave people a feeling of discord.

Xia Ren didn't stop, and continued to walk in.

The wreckage of the idol smashed by the priest remained in its original position, and no one moved it.

After seeing the statue, Xia Ren became more suspicious.

"What kind of god is this?"

He couldn't help talking to himself.

Because it's so weird.

The idol was shattered into several large pieces, but it didn't become shattered, so you can still roughly see what it looked like when it was complete.

Xia Ren originally thought that the residents of the small town believed in the more common human-shaped gods, but the god in this small town was a huge...rat?

Chapter 443 Returning to the Peak

Xia Ren thought he had read it wrong, but he read it several times, and even put the pieces together briefly, and finally confirmed that the statue worshiped in the town really looked like a big mouse.

"What kind of strange belief is this?"

Xia Ren looked at it for a while, but didn't see any tricks, and then stopped paying attention to the statue.

He came here mainly to find that transcendent thing that can suppress fungal parasitism.

The almost frenzied fleeing and fighting just now made him infected with nerve fungi in many places on his body, especially the tentacles, which are more serious. It's just because the time is short now, and the fungi have not proliferated to a certain extent. It is estimated that he will not be able to find a way to get rid of them at night. , once the problem broke out, Xia Ren would completely lose his ability to fight, and then there was really nothing he could do.

It can be said that he has now entered the countdown.

The crotch is a bit chilly, and I don't feel comfortable with it, but the clothes that can be found in the small town are basically worn by others. Xia Ren is a bit of a clean freak, so I still pay more attention to this aspect.

Moreover, there are fungi everywhere here, and it is easy to cause infection if you wear clothes casually. Anyway, there are no other people, so he just stays naked.

The tentacles on the back of Xia Ren's head rolled up the gasoline barrel and searched the church, searching all the places where things could be hidden.

But sadly, nothing.

He went to the back of the church, the collapsed residence where the priest lived, put down the oil drum, and swept away the garbage with his tentacles, but he also found nothing suspicious.

The body of the woman who committed suicide with a pistol was still lying under the rubble. Xia Ren squatted down and noticed something strange.

At such a close distance, the pistol bullets only penetrated into her brain, and did not penetrate from the other side. The hardness of this skull is somewhat beyond ordinary people.

Xia Ren suddenly thought that the real estate agency had speculated that the town was polluted, and there might be an association behind it. Maybe this woman was one of the members of the association.

The woman's eyes were open, her eyes were severely congested, her whole body turned blood red, and there was a trembling smile at the corner of her mouth.

Xia Ren originally wanted to take a photo of her and hand it over to the foundation for identification when the matter was over, but his mobile phone and all his belongings had been lost in the flames while looking for the gasoline barrel, so he had no choice but to give up.

He groped around the woman and found nothing but some money.

"what!"

Xia Ren suddenly slapped his head.

"dice."

The dice also fell into the flames.

"But what to do, I can't find that transcendent thing anywhere."

Xia Ren opened his mouth slightly and looked up at the sky.

No one could answer his questions, no one could give him advice.

The flames are still burning, and they are spreading very fast. Most of the entire town has been swallowed by the flames, so that the sky above the town is gradually shrouded in gray and black smoke.

The sun was about to set, Xia Ren's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After standing there for a few seconds, he sighed and made a decision.

Xia Ren put the oil barrel on the spot, and then went straight to the direction where the mobile phone and dice were left.

Most of the streets here were impassable because of the flames, but he didn't care.

The surviving pagans hid far away, quietly observing Xia Ren's movements. For some reason, although the flames would soon engulf the entire town, they chose to stay here instead of leaving.