v3 Chapter 218： revenge

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Addis doesn't have any acquaintances in the church.

Then there is only one reason why he can become an official believer, he has been watched by the gods!

You must know that today at least two or three hundred people have become followers of the Sect of All Beings. When he left, many people were still brought over to the church.

And there are not many formal believers, only a dozen, and Artis is one of them.

"Brother, I don't think this situation is right. After you go back, you can put away this clothes first, and don't tell others. It seems that there are many people from the Black Rope Sect around here." Tarian walked along the street to the distance. Looking around, I saw many people in black school uniforms with snake-like animals tattooed on them.

Artis, you followed suit, nodded, and knew what Tarian meant: "Okay, then I'll go back first, and you should be careful."

Turning around, he walked up the stairs.

The location of his house is very close to the church, just next to it.

This is the apartment, walk down the corridor, some doors are open, some are closed.

The open door can be seen from the outside, and it is a mess, as if it has been robbed.

During the plague, many people died, and some of their families died. If there were no relatives, the property left behind would be looted by others.

The city's government doesn't have the heart to manage this kind of thing, let alone those civilians who have a high probability of not surviving.

"Where did you go in the afternoon, and what's the matter with the clothes you were wearing?" A person who wrapped himself up and only showed a pair of eyes looked at him sideways and asked coldly.

"me."

"I just joined a new church, and it's a pretty good church." Artis said as he passed by.

The man's body twitched, and he began to laugh to himself, as if mocking his ignorance, "I'm about to die, I believe in everything, I really think someone can save you, give me the alarm clock in your house , so as not to be snatched by others.”

"Don't think about me dying. I'm still far away from death. Even if you die, I won't die." Artis was not angry, looked back at him, and said seriously: "There is this The Church really has the power to cure the plague."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door and walked into the house, and closed the door heavily with his backhand, completely isolating the sound from outside.

He was alone in the room, there was no light, it was very quiet, and the shadows covered his cheeks.

After completely relaxing, he felt drowsy, and without thinking too much, he went into the bedroom and lay down and fell asleep.

The arm was smeared with ointment, and the pain was mostly covered up.

He fell asleep very easily, and he hadn't slept so easily for a long time. He didn't need to worry about death anymore, for fear that he would never wake up again after falling asleep that time.

…

bang bang~

A fierce impact came from outside, and Artis slowly opened his eyes, his lips were dry, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Who is it?"

He staggered up from the bed and shouted to the door.

It was already late at night, and it was dark outside the window, and we could see the faint street lights on the street.

There was still a violent impact, and with a loud impact, the door bolt was thrown away, and seven or eight people rushed up from the outside, grabbed him and kept him in place.

Startled, Artis immediately woke up and saw that the man in front of him was wearing a black ear hat.

"My lord, it's him. He is one of the people who became an official believer today. He must have some special relationship with that Sect."

The man wearing the ear hat said flatteringly, staring at Artis sinisterly.

Even though Artis understood what was going on, he said angrily, "Russ, you're **** me!"

Then he explained to the believers wearing black religious uniforms: "My lord, this kid has a grudge against me, and he wants to take revenge on me!"

The members of the Black Rope Sect looked at him with a half-smile, and asked, "Are you an official member of the All Beings Sect now?"

Artis froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

The believer waved his hand and said, "Then there is no problem, just take him away."

Artis suddenly had a bad premonition and wanted to struggle, but found that the two people holding him were terribly strong, and there was no way to break free, obviously they had practiced.

And now that the opponent has a lot of people, he has no way to escape, so he simply gave up.

After calming down a bit, he suddenly felt very angry, angry at Ruth's behavior, staring at Ruth and cursing:

"You are a thing that repays kindness and revenge. The church just cured the plague on your body, and you did such a thing."

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Seeing Artis' excited expression, Ruth couldn't help raising his brows: "If you want to talk about this, you should go and tell the adults of the Black Rope Sect."

Ruth looked at the back of Artis being taken away and smiled. It was the joy of victory and the joy of revenge. He still remembers the scene when Artis drove him out of the factory:

"You think I forgot, I always remember, goodbye, Artis."

He knew that the Black Rope Sect was not a good thing, and many people who offended the Black Rope Sect disappeared in the next second, and were found in the sewer after a while.

They never concealed such a corpse. Everyone knew that the Black Rope Sect did it, but no one ever spoke out about it. The local nobles and the city government would instead protect the Black Rope Sect's face.

The Black Rope Sect is now Du Lan's actual controller, and he can be regarded as the local emperor here.

He also knew that the new church that came here suddenly would be in bad luck, even if they had the means to cure the plague.

"I am very grateful to you, but there is no way."

Ruth wiped away the remaining guilt in his heart, then walked down the stairs with his head down, and left in a hurry.

…

After a lot of tossing, Artis felt that he was brought into a room, and then his mask was ripped off.

He looked around, it was a small room lit with candles, with black patterns like snakes on the walls, at first glance, it looked like it was alive, swimming on the walls, it was creepy.

In front of him was a man with dark lips and a hood, who looked him up and asked:

"You became an official believer today?"

Artis looked around and found that there was no one else, showing a scared look, nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, I have become an official believer. My lord, what are you doing? I didn't do anything. They said they could cure the plague on me, so I went."

The man in the hood nodded, gave an approving look, and said, "There is nothing wrong with wanting to live. Have your plague symptoms improved?"

Artis hesitated and said, "It seems to be getting better."

"like?"

"It's better than before, and their methods are still useful." Artis explained again, still looking very scared, his voice kept trembling, and he could see the cold sweat on his forehead from the faint firelight.

The man in the hood nodded, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and said calmly:

"Then why did they make you an official believer? I heard that there are not many people who become official believers."

Hearing this, Artis shook his head repeatedly and said, "I don't know, and I don't know why they made me a formal believer, and I haven't seen them before."

Obviously, the man in the hood didn't believe his words and looked at him quietly.

Artis continued: "Just in the afternoon, someone from them found me and said that the plague could be cured."

"My symptoms were already very serious, so I went with them. After I went, they made us believers, and then someone told me that I became an official believer."

The man with the hood showed a thoughtful look, and asked again: "Then how did they cure the plague on your body, and what method did they use?"

Artis thought for a moment, and then said: "After we finished our baptism vows under the statue, they told us that the plague on our bodies had been cured."

"So I suspected that they used some kind of medicine that could be ignited to treat the plague. At that time, I smelled a strange smell in the church. Although it was very faint, I still smelled it."

"My nose has always been good," Artis said emphatically.

What he said was of course his speculation. He had been thinking about how the Sect of All Beings cured them of the plague from the perspective of an ordinary person.

He said it was done by the gods, but he held it half-believingly, with a very skeptical attitude, so he thought of such an explanation.

The man in the hood smiled and said, "The information you gave is very useful. I hope you will cooperate. We can't let you go back yet."

Then, he turned his head and shouted to the door: "Shut him up!"

Two strong men in black uniforms dragged him out of the room, then turned left and right to a staircase and walked down.

Below is a dungeon, the sound of wailing can be heard, there are many dried blood stains on the ground, UU reading www.uukanshu.com The air is filled with a rancid smell.

Artis knew that this was the smell of a corpse, because he had smelled it, and someone probably died here, but no one cared.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a man in a white teaching uniform squatting in front of the iron gate, wailing at them: "My lord, I have nothing to do with them, let me go. I swear, I must have nothing to do with them!"

Artis remembered that that person, like him, was a formal believer, but unexpectedly he was also caught and imprisoned here.

In this way, his heart was a lot more balanced, at least he was not the only one who was caught by the Black Rope Sect because of this matter.

In addition, there were other people in the cell, some of whom seemed to have been imprisoned for a long time, leaning against the wall with their eyes glazed over.

Before, Artis had never heard that the Black Rope Cult had such a large dungeon, where so many people were imprisoned.

After the plague spread, the order of the city had long been broken. Even if someone disappeared, no one cared about it.