The Qianjue Order, a religious organization dedicated to and worshipping the Qianjue. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

They call the wolf spirit and the sheep spirit the god of death, also known as Qianjue.

And the Qianjue Order is a sect that supports the god of death, and they believe that Qianjue is always arresting those who escape death.

The Order of Qianjue is located in Noxus and its surrounding areas.

And guiding the deceased to Qianjue is considered to be the mission of their Qianjue Order.

As a result, they are often found in the post-war field, in the land swept by the plague storm, and any location full of corpses is the area where the Qianjue Order operates.

They transported the dead or those who were about to lose their lives to the temple, sang for them how beautiful the world was after death, and sang a hymn to the god of death.

Then wait quietly for the deceased to sleep peacefully.

This is considered sacred.

But followers of other religions consider their act of picking up corpses to be extremely barbaric and dangerous.

The corpse carrying the dangerous virus was transported to the temple by the disciples of the Qianjue Order, which in itself was a stupid and dangerous thing.

Once the virus outbreak is uncontrollable, the consequences are unimaginable.

But this kind of thing rarely happens, because the Qianjue Order has no shortage of powerful wizards who can seal the plague in the bodies of the dead, and then eliminate all hidden dangers.

And the Noxus high-level is extremely supportive of the existence of the Qianjue Order, because with the Qianjue Order, the corpses in the slums that they have no time to take care of will be cleaned up, and such an existence that saves manpower, material and financial resources does not ask for returns.

Why not?

The god of death, Qianjue, is a wolf spirit and a sheep spirit in legend, and the sheep spirit is responsible for chasing with a bow and arrow.

And the wolf spirit went to devour.

Devour those who run away from death.

In the legend of the Qianjue Order, Qianjue is extremely ashamed of those who run away from death, and death is the end.

If the end does not come, then the whole world will be overwhelmed by the undead.

Therefore, the Qianjue Order also called its own actions "saving the world".

The temples of the Order of Thousand Jue are scattered throughout Noxus and the surrounding area, and corpse collectors transport corpses in the temples every day.

And those who remain in the temple will sing praises to the dead and the dying of the kingdom of heaven.

There was once a high-ranking disciple of the Qianjue Order, and he had an infinite obsession with death......

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Qingxian turned his head and glanced at the black-robed people of the Qianjue Sect a few times, he didn't know what kind of cult could train such strange disciples.

It's indescribable, it's unreasonable, it's tingling, they're just collecting corpses like ghouls.

What's even more disgusting is that those cultists actually have expressions of enjoyment on their faces when they collect corpses and feel the breath of death?

"Cut, it's chilling!" The light string frowned and turned his head away.

And the cultists didn't look at each other until the back of Light String disappeared from sight, muttering, "He's going to be hunted down by death......"

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"Uhhhh Light String only felt a thud in his head, and his vision blurred for a moment.

After a long pause, he shook his head and wondered, "What happened just now?"

Then, without much thought, he walked in the direction of the casino.

As he went deeper, he could see many frustrated and frustrated people dragging their bodies past him as if they were about to collapse.

Lightstring knows that these people are gamblers.

Passing head-on, Light Strings can even feel a kind of loss and despair caused by their greedy defeat.

Light String walked straight through the casino door.

The casino was crowded with people, and Light String subconsciously protected the money bag and walked inside.

There were seven or eight large tables in the casino, and there were seven or eight people at each table, as if they were betting on dice or something.

The gambling game at every table was watched by many people, and there were guards with real knives and guns in the corners of the casino.

Any disturbance and cheating will not be forgiven by those swords.

Although it is a slum, the patrons here are not the dirty low-level guys, and there are many well-dressed gentlemen.

Light String didn't want to try it, he just crawled into front of a table in the crowd alone, he just wanted to take a look.

"Sixteen o'clock! Big! The dealer slapped the table and pointed to a man.

And the man sitting across from him had an unusually wonderful expression.

"I'm sorry, you lost." The winning man smiled elegantly at the losing man.

"Cut, it's bad luck today!" The man slapped the table and left.

"Hehe, it's right to follow you." A middle-aged woman smiled at the winning man, who nodded politely.

"Damn!" The other also left dejectedly.

"Who else is going to challenge my gambling skills now!" The man got up and knelt on the table, pulled the money from that end to his chest, and then snapped his fingers and whistled at the people around him.

"This man has won two people in a row."

"Whatever, look at me."

Another man sat down at the table and shouted at the dealer, "What are you doing!"

"Uh-oh." The female dealer withdrew her eyes from the light string and turned red, then put the dice in the dice cup and asked the two people, "May I ask if the bet is big or small?"

"Great." Said the winning man.

"Small." Said the man who joined later.

"I'll follow this handsome gentleman." The middle-aged woman said.

"That'...... Is it a small bet? The female dealer asked.

"Oh my gosh, what do you say?" The middle-aged woman gave the dealer a roll of her eyes.

"Oh......" The female dealer stopped talking and shook the dice cup with her hand.

After a while, the dice cup is placed on the table.

"Let's go." The man pointed to the dice cup.

The female dealer was about to open the cup, and the eyes of the crowd were about to peek into the results, when the man behind shouted, "Wait a minute."

The group looked at him, and he stared at the man and said, "Do you dare me to shake the dice cup for a while?"

There was some sarcasm in his tone, as if he was seeing through some cheating of a treacherous scheme.

The winning man tilted his head noncommittally, pointed to the dice cup and said to the female dealer, "Give it to him."

Taking the dealer's cup, the man looked at him with big eyes and small eyes and shouted, "You can't win this time!"

The tone was like catching a thousand people.

However, the middle-aged woman at the gambling table who gambled with the winning man couldn't sit still, and he said to the man who came after: "Why, what if you cheat and change the original big cup to a small one!"

Then she was about to continue, but was glared back by a fierce look from the man who came after.

"Quack, do I see you're still big this time?" The man in the back shook the dice cup vigorously and slammed it onto the table.

(To be continued.) )