Embers Ad Infinitum

When Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and Genava left the current room, Jiang Baimian said to Shang Jianyao:

"The matter in the '506' room is almost over. All the information that should be squeezed out should be squeezed out. Even if there are still some secrets, the owner of the room is not very clear about it, or has not studied it deeply. Once you touch it, refer to I may not be able to confront which executive."

"I think so too." Now it's a calm and rational Shang Jianyao.

Jiang Baimian nodded lightly:

"You can explore other rooms next, looking for the door to the 'new world', um, don't interfere with daily tasks."

She feels that, based on the information currently available, most of the problems are rooted in the "new world". Without knowing the specific situation there, it is difficult to make accurate judgments and solve them effectively and substantively. The corresponding "sickness".

In the "Old Tune Group", there is no doubt that Shang Jianyao is currently the most hopeful to find the door to the "New World".

Of course, if he did find it, Jiang Baimian would not agree to go in directly with Shang Jianyao, but planned to collect more and relevant information. After a certain plan was in place, he would wait for an appropriate time. .

Shang Jianyao replied eagerly:

"Okay!"

"Rest tonight and recover." Jiang Baimian saw through his plan.

"Okay." Shang Jianyao walked to his bed in disappointment.

The next morning, the "Old Tune Team" drove away from Cliff Village again and headed to Shan'ao Town.

The **** smell of slaughtering sheep and oxen is still in the air here. Although the smudges on the streets have been washed clean by the stream, it still attracts some tiny creatures to hover and wander there.

This is not the flies and mosquitoes that Long Yuehong is familiar with. This season, near the ice field, these two kinds of creatures will not normally appear.

As for what those were, Long Yuehong couldn't recognize them at all, and only suspected that they were some cold-resistant flying insects created by distortion.

Shang Jian Yao familiarly walked through the vehicles parked in the small square and the surrounding streets, looking for Lao He.

"It smells so good..." Suddenly, he came out with such a sentence.

Long Yuehong subconsciously sniffed, and sure enough, she could distinguish the aroma of barbecue in the faint smell of blood.

"It's not good to eat so greasy early in the morning!" Shang Jianyao looked to the side with sorrow.

There were several people in Sui Sucheng who were using the lingering fire from last night to roast a few pieces of pork cut into strips.

They don't have any seasonings, only salt and a kind of plant powder specializing in the valley, but the pork belly itself, the roasted fat is particularly charming and whet the appetite.

Shang Jianyao leaned over, looking to criticize this kind of unhealthy diet.

"What can I exchange for a piece?" he asked.

"Clothes!" "Energy bars." "Weapons." The three young people from Susui City gave different answers.

Although they produce fur, the valley has a warm climate, and most of the time, except in winter, is similar to the South, and does not require heavy clothing.

Shang Jianyao took out two energy bars fluently, in exchange for a large piece of roasted pork belly.

He stood there and ate with a murmur, his mouth full of oil.

Long Yuehong couldn't help but swallowed her saliva, looked sideways at Bai Chen and said:

"do you want to eat?"

"It wasn't long after breakfast." Bai Chen said that she didn't want to eat it, and then she added, "You can change it yourself and taste it."

"No need." Long Yuehong shook her head, "There have been barbecues in the last few meals."

Finally, Shang Jianyao finished eating the pork belly and took the opportunity to inquire:

"What about the old man?"

The young man who took his energy bar just now pointed to a car on the inner side of the square:

"Lao He is doing morning prayers. What they believe in 'truth' is trouble. Unlike us, except for Mass on the last day of each year, you can do whatever you want at other times. Do what you like or not, do it whenever you like."

It is very consistent with the big boss's attitude towards believers... Long Yuehong has an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Before Shang met Yao, Jiang Baimian pointed at him:

"My companion also believes in 'Siming', but it doesn't seem to be the same as yours."

"Yes, yes," Shang Jianyao said enthusiastically, "We hold the full moon ceremony and funeral respectively when the newborn is born and the deceased passes away. At other times, everything is simple, just wake up every morning and thank Zhi Sui. Keep yourself alive, and at regular intervals, the guide will call us to do a sermon and enjoy a sacrament.”

Saying that, he raised his right hand and wiped his mouth.

He didn't seem at all worried about being denounced as a heretic.

The messy-haired, pale-skinned, light-brown-eyed young man who answered just now showed an envious expression:

"We only have communion at Mass."

"What is your sacrament?" Shang Jianyao asked impatiently.

The young man pointed to a small amount of cattle, sheep and pigs that had not yet been traded:

"It means slaughtering all kinds of beasts, which means that they will eventually belong to Si Ming, and then use their various parts to make different dishes. The most precious among them are all kinds of blood-related dishes. It's a pity that we brought blood sausages this time. It's sold out in the south, otherwise I can invite you to try it."

He is not hostile to Shang Jianyao, who also believes in "Siming", he is quite enthusiastic.

"Blood sausage, I seem to have heard of it somewhere..." Jiang Baimian muttered to himself.

Gnava wanted to give an answer, but considering that the identity of his intelligent robot could not be exposed here, he interrupted the operation of the sound generator in time.

Jiang Baimian quickly remembered:

"I heard in Tarnan that the special cuisine of President Gu's hometown was brought to Tarnan by him."

"That's right, there are also pig-killing dishes!" Shang Jianyao slapped his right fist with his left palm, "Zhou Guanzhu still owes us a pig-killing vegetable."

He was obsessed with it.

"It's not what she owes." Jiang Baimian corrected again.

The young man at the end of the year was a little dazed after listening, and suddenly realized:

"We also have pig-killing dishes at Mass.

"The President Gu you mentioned should be someone from a certain area in the northern part of the old world, or their descendants. There are many such people in our Suishui City."

As for which area it was, he couldn't tell. One was that he was not a descendant of those people, and the other was that the current icefield had already engulfed the corresponding place, which could not form a good comparison with the map of the old world.

"What's your name?" Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up when he heard Shazhucai, "I'll go back to Sui Sucheng to visit you and attend your mass. Everyone is a believer of "Siming", and they must not be seen outside."

He didn't use "thought guidance" for the time being, and followed Jiang Baimian's advice, wanting to see what he could ask normally.

The young man at the end of the year felt the sincere enthusiasm and replied with a smile:

"My name is Li Bingliang, which means pure and good-natured.

"Uh, we don't accept outsiders in the city at the end of the year, so as not to reveal our specific location, unless you can get an invitation from an elder."

"Oh..." Shang Jianyao was quite disappointed, "Is Lao He an elder?"

"No." Li Bingliang shook his head.

At this time, he remembered to answer the question of why he also believed in the "Siming", and the rituals and sacraments were different:

"Our Sui Sui City is mainly established by Sui Sui Cult, you should belong to other sects that believe in Sui Sui.

"Long Night Sect, Sunset Sect, or 'Rite of Life'?"

"'Life sacrifice'." Shang Jianyao replied without hesitation.

Li Bingliang said it was indeed the case.

After chatting a few more times, the "Old Tune Group" walked deep into the square and came to Lao He's military car.

Lao He, wrapped in a bearskin coat, was sitting in the passenger seat, holding a book, slightly bowing his head, and chanting silently.

Jiang Baimian and the others looked at each other and nodded slightly.

They begin to lean towards the speculation that "truth" is not "the last man".

Because "anti-intellectualism" has always preached that "knowledge is poison, and thinking is a trap (trap, how can believers be allowed to recite scriptures during morning prayers?

Even if this belongs to another sect of the "last people", they should not be in the same direction with similar symbols.

The "Old Tune Group" waited for a while longer, until Lao He finished his morning prayers and closed the book.

Jiang Baimian glanced curiously and saw the words "University Physics".

College physics... Jiang Baimian is well-informed, so he didn't let his expression change.

"Physics?" Shang Jianyao made a questioning voice.

Lao He smiled and replied:

"Physics is the truth of things, the truth of this world, the embodiment of our Lord.

"Of course ~www.readwn.com~ The physics written by human beings is only close to the truth, not equal to the truth, there are always certain omissions, which will often be overturned and corrected.

"Like before, I read a physics review and said..."

Long Yuehong suddenly recalled the powerlessness of taking a physics class in college, and Shang Jianyao interrupted Lao He:

"It's not like the doll on your pendant.

"It doesn't have facial features, it means it doesn't look, listen, smell, or ask. It just obeys orders and is the last man."

Lao He replied angrily:

"That's a pagan interpretation!

"What this symbol really means is that human eyes, nose, ears, mouth, eyebrows are not as important as the mind!"

He immediately got out of the car, stretched out a finger from each of his hands, and pressed it on the sides of his head.

Then, Lao He said:

"The truth is in our heads!"