Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Gradually, the sky gradually became dark.

Through the dim light of oil lamps coming from the houses on both sides of the alley; Zhou Qingyun slightly identified the location, and a hint of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

Because he knew that it would take another ten minutes to walk through two narrow alleys.

They will arrive at the secret venue where the initiation ceremony for the new believers will be held; for this reason, Zhou Qingyun couldn't help but speed up the pace again.

But the moment he quickened his pace, he noticed that the footsteps behind him were a little faster.

Although in a short period of time, the owner of the footsteps behind seemed to realize something and quickly slowed down, Zhou Qingyun still felt wary.

For the safety and confidentiality of the work, one must be extremely vigilant during the missionary process.

It is said that this is something that the great leader of the divine religion has opposed and stressed to everyone many times in high-level meetings.

What's more, since he joined the religion, the religion has always attached great importance to related counter-reconnaissance training. If he fails the assessment, he will not even be able to obtain the qualifications for expatriation.

Even in his previous work, Zhou Qingyun had never encountered such a situation.

But this instinctive vigilance still made Zhou Qingyun pay unusual attention to the strange things behind him.

So at the first moment, he took out a palm-sized mirror from his belt; when he walked around the corner of the street, he quickly looked back.

With a startling glance, Zhou Qingyun confirmed that he was indeed being followed.

He was a man in his twenties, dressed like a poor man, and even had a few streaks of black ash on his face.

He seemed to be following me from a distance, thirty steps away, and he looked even more miserable than himself.

However, whether it is the way a man holds his head high when walking, or the good temperament exuded by the sufficient oil and water on his face.

Underneath the black ash, the skin is extraordinarily delicate because it is well-maintained.

Zhou Qingyun, who was born in a poor family and has been preaching while working as a coolie.

The numerous flaws in this man could be identified at a glance; it was obvious that he was being targeted, and who else could be targeting him besides the disciples of the Baiyun Sect who were loyal to the Emperor of Heaven.

On the surface, Zhou Qingyun was still walking the same pace, but his heart was filled with confusion.

He didn't know when he or his companions had revealed their flaws; he didn't know how much of the situation these people had already grasped.

But he knew that he could not go to the secret place, and he must not expose more secrets of the divine branch.

In an instant, Zhou Qingyun made a decision. At the corner of the next street, he walked in another direction, following the person behind him, and taking him as far away as possible...

Half an hour later, Zhou Qingyun finally led the pursuer behind him into a large circle.

Successfully took the stalker to a secret location far away from this gathering.

He believed that if he did not appear there on time within the stipulated time, he would definitely attract the attention and vigilance of his companions; thus he would start to evacuate quickly and even lurk.

At the same time, he didn't hear the harsh explosion.

That was the last resort left to everyone by the cult, to detonate the grenades on their bodies and use their own death to avoid falling into the hands of the enemy; incidentally, it served as a warning to others.

In other words, they are all safe.

After the companions evacuated, they were able to report the situation here to the superior organization in a timely manner. Things were not as bad as the worst.

For this reason, Zhou Qingyun breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

And it wasn't until this moment that he considered his own safety.

First of all, he can confirm one thing: there is no way he can survive this time! The number of followers behind him had grown from one to three in just half an hour.

This shows how much they value themselves; at the same time, they have completely cut off the possibility of his escape.

He could even vaguely feel that after following him back and forth in a big circle, the pursuer behind him was already very suspicious.

Maybe in the next minute, they will lose their patience and take action themselves.

As for after taking action, Zhou Qingyun knew that there was no possibility of resistance; he was just a farmer's son, and maybe he was good at farming.

But when it comes to fighting, there is no match for these Baiyun Sect disciples.

It felt like a bloodthirsty monster and a domesticated cow or sheep, there was a huge difference!

I swear to join the Mazu Cult, and I swear to dedicate everything I have to overthrowing the cruel rule of the Emperor of Heaven and becoming the masters of the poor people...

Xu was Zhou Qingyun who had already made a decision in his heart and realized that his life had entered a countdown.

Suddenly, the most memorable scenes in his life flashed through his mind:

Born and raised in a dilapidated hut, not to mention never having the opportunity to study since childhood, even before adulthood, I only have the memory of having enough to eat a few times.

Even if he has been working in the fields with his parents since he was sensible, he basically never rests all year round.

When he reached adulthood at the age of sixteen, his family finally saved two silver shells. Originally, his parents planned to use the money to find a wife for him.

If everything goes well, he will repeat the life of his parents.

Marry a wife and have children, and raise the little ones at home through hard work; then, you can't wait to squeeze the oil out of your own bones to help the little ones start a family.

It was a pity that my father was seriously ill at this time, and the savings of two silver shells were all spent in a few days.

As a last resort, even if he borrowed ten silver shells from Mr. Li, he still could not save his father's life. Only half a year after his death, my mother also passed away.

At that time, he was still called Zhou Goudan, but because he could not repay his debt to the head of the village, he had to become a slave of the head of the house.

Then, it will only take seven or eight years.

He suffered injuries all over his body from years of inhumane labor, and he might die quietly one day; then he was rolled up in a tattered mat and buried in a shallow pit.

At this time, the great divine religion appeared.

The great divine sect not only suppressed the leader, but also helped him completely heal his injuries and gave him a free identity. Zhou Goudan, who was completely different at that time, leaned towards the Mazu sect without thinking.

The memory after that became better:

He joined the religious sect, learned to read and write, preached everywhere, and his superiors even gave him Zhou Qingyun, such a good and connotative name.

After all the scenes flashed by, the scene of taking the oath to become a Christian that day stopped in front of Zhou Qingyun's eyes...

On the bustling street, pedestrians walking opposite Zhou Qingyun suddenly spotted the coolie in tattered clothes and suddenly smiled brightly.

With that heart-warming smile, Coolie bit his collar.

Finally, with this shocking smile, the coolie suddenly fell to the ground.