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"When—when—" The thick bell rang from the domed tower of the Temple of Allah, drifting through the clouds and echoing for a long time.

The scorching sun shone directly on the gravel pavement, glowing white. At noon, people poured out from all corners of Crescent City, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, converging in the direction of the temple. Today is Friday, and it is also the day when the Prayer Service is held once a week. Believers in Allah go through bathing, fasting, and pilgrimage to the temple to pray to the deity.

Gordon poked his head out from behind the bundles of woolen blankets and listened to the movement outside. All around him was dark, with piles of fabrics piled up, and the special smell of textiles permeated the air.

It was the warehouse of a small chamber of commerce, located in a remote area in the west of the city, and was used to store cloth and clothing. Gordon was seriously injured last night and did not dare to return to the hotel, so he simply hid in this warehouse to avoid the limelight for the time being.

The bleeding in his lower abdomen had stopped, but the slightest movement caused the wound to ache as if it were torn. The knife wounds on the arms were equally severe, the muscles rolled outward, revealing bloody granulations, and the bones were also bruised. According to the current injury, it will take at least a month of recuperation before it can recover approximately.

This warehouse is usually rarely visited, and Gordon decided to stay here temporarily, going out day and night, to recuperate from his wounds.

Through the crack in the slender door of the warehouse, Gordon saw all kinds of robes fluttering outside, and countless figures walked barefoot on the hot pavement. He was supposed to join them in the temple for a gathering and a meeting with the mysterious man who had left the note. He had already found the paper seller and the other party's account books, but the biggest transactions were made to a foreigner who had long since left the Land of Sand, and there was no way to trace the true identity of the mysterious man.

However, Gordon has a vague guess about the role played by the mysterious man.

It's just that now he can only give up going to the appointment, and the horse thief will definitely use all his strength to fight back, and showing up in public is just killing himself.

Gordon retracted his head and curled up, his figure obscured by the overlapping tapestry.

Outside the door of the warehouse, the flow of people continued to gather towards the temple of Allah. In front of the temple gate, everyone slowed down, their expressions were pious, and they lined up in an orderly long queue in turn.

Following the believers in front, the black baboon washed his hands and face in front of the man-made fountain at the door. Although he was badly injured, faltering, and in excruciating pain with every movement, he still managed to push inside.

On both sides stand majestic columns, neatly arranged, stretching out to the main hall. Made of gray-white rock, these columns are simple and unadorned, forming a dense colonnade like a forest.

Walking through the colonnade, the black baboon saw a dense crowd of believers kneeling on the main hall, their foreheads touching the ground, praying silently, in a sacred and solemn atmosphere. He also bent his knees with difficulty, knelt down and prayed. There are no treasures or sculptures in the dome-roofed hall, only the magnificent and solemn huge walls surround it, which are preserved in the most primitive state.

After a few moments, the temple presiding officer walked slowly to the stage. He was about forty years old, with a long, narrow face, sunken cheeks, a deep, sharp gaze, and a protruding chin like a hard stone. The host looked around at the crowd, his gaze resting casually on the black baboon, and then began to give a speech.

When he spoke, his expression was solemn, his tone was sonorous and powerful, and every word he spat out was like hitting a nail with a hammer. After the speech, he led the people to praise Allah and prayed with devotion, and the whole congregation was not finished until dusk.

6 The crowd departed, and only the presiding officer and the black baboon were left in the empty hall.

"Your heart is lost." After a while, the host said lightly.

The black baboon still knelt on the spot, staring at the huge and magnificent gray wall: "I was just thinking, the second one is gone."

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OC I'll probably follow in his footsteps. This is our retribution, Allah's punishment for us. In fact, I have long been tired of this qiē, killing people and goods will only bring more pain, and death is not a relief. ”

The host stared deeply at the black baboon, his eyes flashed, and a cold and high-pitched laugh erupted: "What retribution? The second child was born as a child slave, you are an abandoned baby, and I am an orphan. We are born and bred and owe no one! ”

The black baboon was silent, and the host also knelt down beside him, looked up at the full and dense circular ridges on the dome, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know why I believe in Allah?" ”

"For peace of mind?"

"For men are equal only before Allah."

"I don't understand."

"Before the great gods, everyone is equally small. The red stripes come and the red stripes go, and the process in between is nothing more than putting on clothes and taking off clothes, what is the difference? ”

"But those who were innocently slaughtered by us ......"

"You're wrong! Who is truly innocent among mortals in the world? If you want to eat meat, you must kill sheep and cattle, and are not cattle and sheep innocent? If you get a job, you will inevitably take another person's job, is that person innocent? If you want to love, you must have hate, and hatred is not innocent? The host calmly got up and walked to the back door of the main hall, "We kill people and goods, and it is Allah who uses our hands to cleanse those people of their sins in previous lives. Life or death, poverty or wealth, is God's will, and has nothing to do with you or me. Follow me. ”

The two of them walked through the main hall and entered a side hall. There are many niches in the hall, and each niche is lined with eight glazed windows, which are separated from each other. The dull yellow sunset shines through the window and shines on a bundle of bulging white cloth, which is dripping with ink and filled with funeral scriptures.

The black baboon sighed, and the white cloth wrapped in the corpse of the golden tooth.

"Last night's casino fire, even the chiefs of the Sand Fox tribe were alarmed." The host stood in front of the arched alcove window, watching the sun slowly sink behind the treetops.

The black baboon nodded: "That sheriff must be busy looking for a scapegoat." ”

The host said indifferently: "I have already replaced."

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He's got it. Freckles kills people and sets fires in order to grab territory, and people from nearby gangs can testify. Tomorrow morning, freckles' wanted portraits will be plastered all over the city. And that ghoul, I'll also find a charge against him. ”

"The second child said that ghouls must have a good background. As far as I know, even a first-class nobleman from a famous family may not be able to cross the level and kill a veteran like the second child. There are also freckles, and they are proficient in continuous techniques, is there still a descendant of Qiya? ”

"Before Allah, there is no distinction between nobles and commoners. I will peel off the ghouls with my own hands and carry out the will of Allah. ”

The black baboon said hesitantly: "That kid can kill the second child, and his combat power will not be much worse than yours." ”

The host snorted faintly, pressed his palm weakly, and a hideous and terrifying python phantom rose from behind, its huge mouth opened, red letters were swallowed, and its eyes shot out an evil and mysterious ghostly light.

"Psychics!" The black baboon glared at the host in shock and cried out.