The moonlight in the dungeon remains as bright as ever, and the turmoil that occurred a few weeks ago seems to have had no effect.

The false moon did disappear for a while, but soon rose again.

And the lives of people in the underground city have also quietly changed.

Now people in each area have a religious indicator, and every household is required to believe in a god.

It is said that in one month the residential areas will be re-divided based on faith.

"How can a devout believer tolerate being in the same room as a pagan?"

Everyone is required to be religious.

People never thought that one day impiety would become a sin!

As for what constitutes piety, each religious order has its own standards, but none of them can be easily achieved.

They generally use the length of prayer as a standard, and praying devoutly for an hour every day is just the most basic requirement.

Four hours can be regarded as a small measure of sincerity, and eight hours can be considered pious. As for those who pray except during sleeping time, the religious sect will publicize it and award him the medal of a fanatical believer.

The survivors protested strongly at first. After spending so much time praying every day, do they still need to eat?!

The religious orders were very generous. They took out a lot of canned food from nowhere and distributed it to the devout believers, so everyone became devout.

Facts have proved that there is nothing in the last days that cannot be solved by a can. If there is, then there will be another one.

However, the sects were still dissatisfied. The population of the underground city was too small. Although they gradually gathered the main surviving population in southern Xia Kingdom, the number was only over 30,000. Before the end of the world, the population of even a small county town was larger than that of a small town.

This is a lot.

There is no other way but to encourage more exercise at night. There are no entertainment facilities anyway. If you have nothing to do, move more. If you move, there will be more people.

But this is a long-term plan. If you want to grow the population in the short term, you still have to find other strategies.

On the eighth floor of the high-rise building, the meeting room of the former parliament is now filled with patriarchs of religious orders wearing white robes and bearing various strange marks on their bodies.

Although Zhao Ming is not the Patriarch, he has now joined a religious order and wears a white robe.

Fashion trends change from time to time, just like this banner, and he always has a quick insight into these aspects.

It's a pity that even though he has great power now, he still hasn't found his sister.

Now Zhao Ming always seems to have a trace of sadness on his face. He does not search day and night like before. He just sends his men to search, while he waits for news in the bedroom on the tenth floor.

"Father Zhao, what do you think?"

At the conference table, several other shepherds looked at Zhao Ming. His current identity had also changed to a new one, and the vest of the bronze dragon head had long been removed.

The patriarchs may know everything about the internal affairs of the sect, but their ability to handle the internal affairs of the entire underground city is still insufficient. Zhao Ming is often assigned to take care of things, and in fact it is not much different from his previous job.

Different.

"As for the population of believers, there is really no need to rush. It has been almost eight years since the end of the world. Although there are some new populations, the overall number of survivors has actually been declining..."

He talked a lot and concluded in one sentence: Don't rush, there is no point in rushing.

I wanted to fool him like this, but finally I had an idea and said: "I heard that zombies have developed a certain amount of wisdom. Do you think zombies can become believers?"

The more Zhao Ming thought about it, the more likely it seemed that it was possible. Anyway, the gods believed in by this group of sects were not good people, that's how they were in terms of their names.

Lord of Corruption, Lord of Darkness, Burning Ashes, Dark Alley Thunder and the like, they don’t sound like serious gods. Zombies are not good guys either. There are so many of them. If you want faith, why don’t you just go to them?<

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Moreover, most zombies’ IQs are not too high, so maybe they can be fooled!

Lin Nan and Lin Yu are now the Patriarch of the Corrupt Religion. He shook his head and said regretfully: "We have also considered this matter, but the zombies are all believers of that one existence...

."

He pointed to the top, and the scene suddenly fell silent. No one dared to speak. Zhao Ming was also frightened into a cold sweat and ignored the topic with a few words.

Then the topic came to the order of dividing parishes and calling for the coming of God.

Obviously, the closer the parish is to the center, the better, and the sooner the religious sect calls the gods, the greater the first-mover advantage it can have, and it can even directly destroy other religious sects and monopolize the faith of an entire region.

The religious groups that had cooperated sincerely began to fight openly and covertly again. They had conflicts of core interests and no one wanted to give in.

From the beginning of giving each other a piece of cake, to the solemn commitment in the middle, until in the end they simply threatened each other and exposed each other's shortcomings.

The whole parliament is a mess!

Zhao Ming looked at this scene and sighed as he had expected it. How could managing the underground city with these half-crazy believers have a good result?

It would be great if someone could restrict them. Only with external pressure can internal cooperation be promoted. Without pressure, it won't be long before they can beat each other's brains out.

At this time, Lin Nan coughed, and the conference table gradually became quiet. No one dared to underestimate this strange-looking patriarch. His strength was obvious to all. Apart from a small number of followers, he was almost the strongest among the religious groups.

Exists.

If he wants to be the first to call for the gods to descend, I am afraid that others will have to fight with him and lose both sides.

Lin Nan looked at the patriarchs who were still in a state of excitement and chuckled in his heart. Everything was as expected.

He coughed slightly and said: "Everyone, we worked together to seize this underground city, not to make a wedding dress for a certain religious group. Yu Yan is still fleeing without a trace. At this time, we are internally disintegrating.

It’s not just a joke.”

"What can you do, just say it!" A very unruly-looking patriarch said impatiently.

Lin Yu turned his eyes and remembered this person, then Lin Nan spoke and continued:

"Since both sides want to compete for priority, but are afraid that the other party will hold back, why don't we make an appointment and call for the gods to come together. Then the battle will be decided by the gods, and we don't have to worry so much."<

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Good guy, why did you eat so loudly?

All the patriarchs sneered at it. It seemed like a good plan, but it was full of mistakes. The most critical point was where did the resources come from?

Don't look at the fact that in order to attract people to convert, they are very diligent in giving out canned benefits. In fact, this is because the strange elephants have given their followers a free rein and even intentionally pointed them where to search for supplies.

Resources.

But the nearby resources are not endless. In fact, with this speed and method of distributing supplies, they will not be able to sustain it for another year at most.

As for what to do in one year - just bet that a god has already come to the world, and God will only solve all problems!

"The current resources are only enough for two gods to descend. There are only thirteen gods present. Where did you come up with so many resources?" The unruly patriarch asked directly without being polite.

Lin Nan smiled mysteriously: "I discovered the secret treasure of the wizard tower master!"

......

The so-called secret treasure is naturally Fang Nuo's handiwork. If he hadn't been afraid of their suspicions about the resources for calling the gods, he could have taken them all out by himself. After all, they are not particularly scarce items.

The most important thing in calling the gods is actually the strange phenomena. They are the core and can be regarded as the prototypes of the gods.

It would take some time for Lin Nan to fool the patriarchs over there. Fang Nuo's eyes slightly separated and looked at Yu Yan, who was lying on the experiment in front of her.

Gong Xiaoqin stood respectfully next to him, his body seemed to be shaking a little.

"How have you been these past years?"

In his rare free time, Fang Nuo asked them about their situation over the years. After all, she and Zhang Yuhua were two of his top generals back then.

That period of starting from scratch and doing crazy experiments is still a bit sad to talk about now.

Fang Nuo was a hands-off shopkeeper at that time. They were responsible for all matters in the camp, just like the generals and prime ministers under the emperor. One was in charge of external affairs and the other was in charge of internal affairs. They were very easy to use. Without these two people,

I don’t know how much more trouble I will have to worry about.

Gong Xiaoqin calmly took a breath and began to talk about her experiences over the years in a calm tone.

But my mind couldn’t help but recall what happened before.

She also didn't expect that as soon as she kidnapped Yu Yan, she turned around and was pinched by a big hand. The feeling of relief was like an adult pinching a moth with his bare hands. Her various methods

It didn’t work at all!

Gong Xiaoqin has not encountered this feeling of powerlessness for a long time. It was when she faced the tower master a long time ago...

As blessed as her soul, she softly shouted: "Tower Master!"

The owner of the big hand pinched her to his side, revealing her true appearance. Although her face had changed a lot, the black robe was still a familiar way of dressing!

After many years of pursuit, she unexpectedly met at this moment. She had indescribable complex emotions. She thought that when she faced the tower master again and faced this man who was a nightmare in her heart, she would be more calm and calm, neither humble nor arrogant, and would...

.

She saluted the man neatly and shouted again: "Tower Master!"

Just like back then.

It's as if she was still the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Wizard Tower Camp.

Gong Xiaoqin originally had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask, including where the tower owner had been over the years, whether there was a better solution to his zombie transformation, why he never appeared, and the tragic scenes in the laboratories where he was discovered...

...

But before she could say a word, she experienced a series of laboratory tours for one month, and was only released just now.

I don't know what's added to my body, it's familiar yet unfamiliar, but it has indeed become stronger. I can probably defeat the three previous selves easily. If I'm completely familiar with the changes, I can probably defeat three more.

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This kind of improvement not only improves the body physically, but also significantly improves the spirit and abilities!
Chapter completed!