Today, Zhang Jiao has gathered more than 1 billion believers in the name of the Children of Dawn in the overseas land of the Eastern Continent alone.

In addition, among the Longtinghai tribe, who almost succeeded in recovering the country, there are also countless followers of him.

Coupled with the other identities of his pseudonym, the various effects caused by it have attracted countless mental attention.

Although he already possessed the most basic Outer God Spiritual Sense, it still took him a long time to discern the part of the evil thoughts of the Crescent Moon Believer from the nearly 2 billion thoughts in the darkness that had been passed on by him because he killed the Great Imam Van Maiti.

At this time, the head teeth had come to an end, and the male host, nicknamed Brother Rhinoceros, shouted loudly with an excited face: "Next comes the most anticipated part of everyone."

Please go to the senior management of our 'Sea Treasure Group' to draw a lottery for everyone.

The first is our CEO, Mr. Nishi Kano, please come to the stage. ”

Lu Yexi is a senior professional manager representative invited by Zhang Jiao after the reorganization of the 'Haizhibao Group', in charge of business operations, and is a tall and thin middle-aged man with an over-the-brain hairstyle.

He has an almost perfect career resume, which can be described as the elite of the social elite, but unfortunately in Zhang Jiao's eyes, he is just a passerby.

Therefore, Lu Yexi, who didn't care about the drunken smoke but restrained the rationality, had a good interaction with the employees in the audience after taking the stage, and Zhang Jiao slowly and leisurely selected the part of the city whose coordinates were from the evil thoughts of the Crescent Moon believers.

Then he began to send the power of chaos into the hearts of those evil masters.

At this time, it was close to the early hours of the morning, and the night was deep in the 'Zitron', which was thousands of miles away from Rigo.

The heat of the desert has long since dissipated, and the cold wind howls throughout the city.

No matter how cold the weather is, it can't extinguish the excitement, tension and pride in the hearts of the Crescent Believers in Qiterun City at this time.

Under the inexplicable madness, they have killed nearly 10,000 people who have clearly blocked the independence of Xia Zong, looking at the ruins of the unfinished smoke on the street, the blood in their chests is still boiling.

Finally, an even more irrational crazy slogan was raised by someone, "Tonight all heretics who do not believe in the god of the crescent moon will die, and we will return the zit to purity!"

And immediately won the approval of all the Crescentists around him, "Kill the heretics and continue to use their blood to wash the stains on the refreshed moon!";

"Those who do not believe in God cannot live, so let the Zit wheel return to purity, which became the beginning of Yi Yuan's refuge.

His Majesty the Great Mohd will surely reward us with the glory of the kingdom of God to which we ascend after death, keeping honey and milk!";

"The Neon of Mohd is immortal, and the light of the crescent moon shines on the earth forever!"

Then, like the most vicious contagion, this terrible evil thought soon spread throughout the Qitcha.

However, there are exceptions to everything, and not all Crescentists are crazy people who become religious extremists as soon as they are instigated.

In the old city of the city, on Sheep Erdos Street, a roller shutter door was smashed open by a steel axe, and the counters and shelves in the door were turned into a pitch black and pungent smell in the small supermarket.

A loyal face with the most obvious facial physiology of the Ostuqi? A boy with a hooked nose? Looking at the cheering crowd on the street, his lips trembled and he said, "Ah? Uncle Aragon? Tonight is not a demonstration for the unjustly killed Grand Imam of Van Maiti.

Let the rotten, rotten central government know that our Crescent pastors cannot die in vain? How, how did it become like this!

All? Smashed so many stores? After killing so many people, do you want to continue.

But, but everyone is, all ordinary people? Living? Neighbors, friends, who live together..."

Not far away, a short and fat middle-aged man who was picking up leftover cigarettes in the shop heard this, and with an agile identity that did not match his bloated body, he took two steps in front of the young man and covered his mouth.

A stern reprimand: "Sipla, what nonsense are you talking about.

Heresy who does not believe in the god of the crescent? How can they be friends, hurry up to Mohd Neon to confess their mistakes. ”

Then he lowered his voice and said nervously: "Xilangzi, why are you still making stupid mistakes at this time?" If you can't turn your brain around, you will close your mouth.

If you talk nonsense again, be careful of losing your life. ”

"Lost, lost? " The young man Sipla was stunned and said, "Haven't the parish forces who came from all over Lingdong already disarmed the garrison of Zitlun?"

Could it be that the central government will send troops overnight to suppress us? You? How do you know?"

"Are you so stupid?" Aragorn sighed, secretly pointed to the still crowded crowd outside, and said softly, "The person I asked you to be careful about is not the army of the central government.

Do you think those people are still mentally normal?

Everyone else is crazy, and if you're normal, you'll be an outlier, and maybe you'll be killed, so you'll have to be crazy too. ”

Hearing this, Sipla opened her mouth, and for a moment her mind was a little confused, and she happened to catch a glimpse of the cigarette in Aragorn's hand, and blurted out: "So, that's why you came to someone else's store to grab something." ”

"What?" Aragorn didn't understand the meaning of the stupid boy's words for a moment, and was stunned for a moment.

"Uncle Aragorn, didn't you teach me from a young age that the people of the Crescent Moon are to be industrious and honest," Cipla explained, "Thou shalt not steal, and in addition to praying every day, one must be a man of one's duty in order to receive the favor of God."

But you, but aren't you snatching cigarettes from other people's stores now, aren't you crazy? ”

Aragorn was stunned for a few seconds when he heard this, and muttered to himself: "Yes, I have never taken a needle from someone else in my life, how could it be suddenly, just, just, it turns out that I have gone crazy."

I'm crazy..."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly became hollow, and the joints around his body became soft and boneless, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Cipla hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down, held Aragorn with his hand, and asked urgently, "Uncle Sipla, what's wrong with you?"

But with this help, Sipla was surprised to find that the touch on Aragorn's body was as soft as rubber, and he blurted out in astonishment: "You, why is your body so soft." ”

"Is it soft, because only soft can hold up, and you can eat a lot..."Aragorn said vaguely when he heard this.

Then his mouth opened wide, first with a fist, then with a watermelon, then with a deep well, and swallowed the boy with a gulp.

As he chewed carefully, his body slowly dissolved into a pool of movable mud and slowly flowed out of the supermarket.

Wherever his body flowed, the concrete floor was burned with a deep burnt yellow mark, emitting a pungent sour smell, and finally extending into the crowd of people surging through the streets.