Zheng Ziming, who saw through the idea of sneak attack, simply gritted his teeth and pounced on Yi's body when he jumped down, clenched his fists and tried his best to hit the vital point!

Yi caught Zheng Ziming's fist with his hand, and an electric current passed from Yi's palm into Zheng Ziming's body, and the powerful current instantly caused a paralyzing feeling, Zheng Ziming's eyes went black and he fainted.

Yi resisted Zheng Ziming, who fell to the ground in a coma, and disappeared into the long night......

......

Zheng Ziming, who was in the darkness in front of him, suddenly felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, no, he couldn't breathe at all!

In a feeling of suffocation, Zheng Ziming opened his eyes, and in front of him was the enlarged face of the man named "Yi".

Seeing Zheng Ziming, who had woken up, Yi smiled slightly, let go of the hand that was pinching Zheng Ziming's nose and mouth, and said to his companions behind him: "Look, isn't this awake?"

Zheng Ziming: "......"

...... Daddy, Zheng Ziming, who has come to his senses, now knows why he had a sense of suffocation just now, he knows that the situation in front of him is that he has been kidnapped by that group of cult members, but he can't help but feel a deep desire to complain in his heart?—— is this guy's method of waking himself up so novel? Could you please respect the bridge of waking up unconscious prisoners of war with cold water? What is the method of pinching other people's noses and mouths to wake people up with a sense of suffocation? Zheng Ziming feels that this guy is humiliating himself.

One of Yi's companions stepped forward, looked coldly at Zheng Ziming who was tied to a chair, and asked Yi, "Was this the person who broke into our enlightenment place at that time?"

Hearing the middle-aged man ask him a question, Yi's expression immediately turned into a serious and solemn one, with his right hand on his chest, and he respectfully bent down to answer the middle-aged man's question: "Yes, Sect Master, the subordinate saw this person leave from our enlightenment place with his own eyes, and the subordinate followed him all the way, and he has already tested this person's reaction to make sure that this person knows about the existence of our 'Hedrome Divine Sect'. ”

"Lord 'Protector', have you interrogated this ignorant person if he has leaked the news of the existence of our 'Hedron Divine Cult' to those ignorant and hateful government apostles?"

There is no need to interrogate this question, the answer from this ignorant man is meaningless, and we cannot be sure whether he is telling the truth. Yi's gaze slowly swept over Zheng Ziming's body, "Since we waited for the 'Hedron Divine Cult' to be discovered in that stronghold, it means that the location is not hidden enough-Sect Master, I propose to abandon that stronghold, the Divine Cult is not strong yet, there is no need to risk being exposed to the sight of the government's eagle dog to keep that stronghold." ”

The man who was called the "Sect Master" nodded slightly, his original idea was also to give up that stronghold: "Then give up that stronghold, before our Spar God Sect grows, we still need to forbear, we will receive the blessing of the Lord, praise my Lord Spar God!"

"Praise be to my lord God Crystal!" the rest of the congregation prayed in unison.

While this group of cult members were communicating internally, Zheng Ziming, who had come to his senses, tried to struggle twice, but the rope tied to him was obviously not just used as a decoration - the tie was extremely strong.

The place where he was kidnapped seems to be an underground parking lot (or garage?), the space is very spacious, but there are not many parked cars, which shows that this place is estimated to be quite remote, or simply a private parking lot, and it seems that it is not practical to expect someone to accidentally discover this place and rescue themselves - most of the cult members have kidnapped themselves to this place after many layers of consideration, and the chance of being discovered by others is almost non-existent.

And he doesn't have half a friend, and the only relative who cares about him has long since left, and the only person in this world who can realize that he is missing is his landlord Fat Aunt, because he is still renting her house......

If you think about it this way, it is impossible to rely on others to save yourself.

I can only rely on myself...... Zheng Ziming stared at the group of cult members in front of him, thinking about how to get out in his mind.

Although the current situation is indescribable for an ordinary person to escape from the hands of this group of cults, he has not given up yet.

Zheng Ziming, who was thinking about how he should escape, also divided some of his mind to pay attention to the conversation of this group of cult members, and when he heard the content of the conversation, he secretly said in his heart: There is nothing wrong with his guess, this group of people is really a group of cults!

"Master, what should I do with this ignorant leaker?" one of the cultists asked.

Zheng Ziming's heart tightened, and finally discussed what to do with himself?

The sect leader pondered for a while, looked at Zheng Ziming's eyes and said: "It's just a confused lamb, he doesn't know the greatness of the Hedron Divine Sect, he has been brainwashed by the lies of those powerful people whose hands are covered with sins, if he stands under the wings of the Hedron Divine Sect, he will definitely know his ignorance and become a devout disciple of my sect!"

The "missionary" on the side had already understood the meaning of the sect leader, and walked slowly in front of Zheng Ziming, with a compassionate look on his resolute face: "Ignorant one, may you hear the greatness of my lord spar god?

Zheng Ziming looked at a dagger in the hands of the "missionary" and felt that he had no right to choose, so he stubbornly asked: "What if I refuse?"

"Mortals who can't understand the greatness of the spar god are guilty!

Zheng Ziming: "......" is over, which means that he has no right to choose, and most people who are regarded as heretics will be sent to the fire, which is worthy of being a cult.

"I am willing to join the Crystal God Cult and give it to our great Crystal God!" Zheng Ziming changed his face in a second, it was about his own life, Zheng Ziming temporarily chose to soften, even if others knew about it, he should understand, right?

Zheng Ziming sincerely praised the "spar god" in their mouths, but secretly changed the "great" in his heart to "raised by a dog father".

Hearing Zheng Ziming's praise of the spar god, the missionary nodded with satisfaction, their spar god cult ushered in another disciple, although he didn't know if what this disciple said now was consistent with what he thought in his heart, but he believed that under the gaze of the spar god, any pagan would eventually dedicate his body and mind to the great spar god.

"Very well, then please let me engrave the mark of initiation on you. As he spoke, the missionary walked up to Zheng Ziming and cut his clothes on his arm with a dagger.

Looking at the dagger glowing with white light, Zheng Ziming felt a big problem in his heart, he swallowed his saliva and asked, "That...... You can't be referring to the mark of initiation carved with this dagger, right?"

"Of course!" The missionary's answer made Zheng Ziming's face pale, perhaps because he saw the change in Zheng Ziming's face, and the missionary comforted him: "Don't worry, the spar god will see the pain of all believers in his eyes, and these pain spar gods will remove it for you, provided that you have a pious heart for the spar god." ”

...... If faith is useful, then why does this world need magic!?

His heart was turbulent, but Zheng Ziming's face still barely kept his composure, and he asked the missionary again: "In addition to this mark of initiation, do you need any other rituals for initiation?"

"In addition to the mark of initiation, after entering the church, you also need to go through the bite of a hundred kinds of poisonous insects to wash your past sins, and go through boiling water to cleanse yourself and enter the church. The missionary answered Zheng Ziming's question with a compassionate face, and the calm on his face seemed to be just talking about some small pain.

Zheng Ziming: **&$#*@##!

He was sure that this group of cults just wanted to kill themselves! If they went through these procedures for joining the cult, they would definitely die!

"your ancestor's spar god!" Zheng Ziming gritted his teeth and scolded, he was bound to die after these sect entry processes, and if he didn't join them, he would also die, so let him have a good time before he died!

Looking at Zheng Ziming, who began to abuse, the missionary sighed in disappointment as if he had expected it a long time ago, and shook his head: "Don't you really have a pious heart for the spar god......? It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Zheng Ziming sneered and gave him a hard middle finger.

"Ready, then, heretic. The missionary raised his dagger, the compassion on his face was completely gone, and there was a cold gaze in his eyes, for this ignorant person who did not know the greatness of the hedron god could only sacrifice his life to ask for forgiveness!

There was a small and strange sound, and the ground under the missionary's feet cracked, and a stream of earth poured out to envelop the missionary, and the dagger stopped in front of Zheng Ziming.

This scene shocked the Crystal God Sect and the others, and the apolologist "One" immediately stood in front of the sect leader, looking at the missionary wrapped in dirt with a solemn gaze.

"It's... What's going on?" the missionary cried out in horror as he was covered in dirt, his face now exposed, and his hands and feet covered in the dirt could not move.

"Ahem!" The old cough sounded, and the "click" sound of the crutches touching the ground also came at the same time, and an old man with reading glasses slowly appeared in front of the Spar Divine Sect and others, "He is the only relative in the world now, don't think about touching him!"

Hearing such a familiar voice behind him, Zheng Ziming gritted his teeth: Is it that old guy? How did he know that I was taken captive and found here?

Zheng Minsheng glanced at the Crystal Divine Sect and the others, and muttered, "Cult?"

As soon as Zheng Minsheng's palm was raised, the cement floor under Zheng Ziming's feet began to move strangely, transporting Zheng Ziming to Zheng Minsheng's side.