At night, when he was sleeping, perhaps because of the relationship between interrogation and gluttony, Zhuo Cheng kept dreaming, and inhuman monsters such as Migo, flies, and golden dragonflies appeared in his sleep one after another.

The flying goat, the god of Bubu, and the mother of the earth surround you.

There seemed to be a pair of golden compound eyes, staring at him secretly.

Eerie, cold, and emotionless.

As a direct result, before dawn, Zhuo Cheng woke up, and he didn't feel sleepy at all when he sat in the house.

"Luozi! Luozi! He woke up the sleeping mule very immorally: "Have you woken up?" ”

The mule snorted, slammed his head against the door, and said, "Cannon, is there something wrong with you?" ”

Zhuo Chengcheng asked, "You have been in the wilderness for many years, have you ever seen a particularly large bug, such as the golden dragonfly you saw in the ruins of the dead land, which looks intelligent?" ”

The mule shook his head: "It's the first time I've seen it, and I've never heard anyone say I've seen these weird-looking things before." ”

Zhuo Cheng nodded slightly, similar to what he guessed: "It's all new?" ”

Speaking of which, the mule has been wandering in the wilderness for a long time, and he has seen more than Zhuo Cheng, so he automatically answered: "I heard that Bubu said that the Mother Earth God only knew about it after meeting you." ”

Mother Earth? Mother Goddess? Zhuo Cheng thought about it carefully and since joining Sweetwater Town, it seems that many things have something to do with this Mother Earth Goddess.

Could these monsters be related to Mother Earth?

Or is there an intelligent race like the descendants of the Singularity Savior hidden in this world?

Migo, flies, golden dragonflies, these things seem to be different, even with hooks and tentacles.

But from the perspective of a bystander, there is actually one thing in common, they are all like bugs!

Zerg? This concept is not new.

In Zhuocheng's 2020s, it was almost used up.

This is just his personal speculation, after all, it is too strange, even a well-informed figure like a half-person has never seen it.

For Zhuo Cheng, he can only make bold assumptions and then verify them.

In the future, he will inevitably confront the Mother God Cult and the Earth Mother God.

From the available information, it is not difficult to conclude that the Mother Cult was behind the changes in Sweetwater.

It was dawning, Zhuo Cheng washed up briefly, had breakfast, and went to the Flying Goat Temple.

The huge temple was empty, and the believers who admired freedom of birth had no daily sacrifices or masses, and their worship of the flying goat was more reflected in the body.

Such as the worship of sharp horns, such as hooves.

Someone sneaked in through the side door and found Zhuo Cheng directly: "Cannon Auxiliary Priest." ”

Zhuo Cheng immediately touched the mace: "Do you have something?" ”

The person who came was wearing a horse head helmet with pointed ears, which was the horse's hooves he had seen the day before yesterday, he took out a bag from under his leather coat and handed it to Zhuo Cheng: "Auxiliary priest, a little heart, you take it." ”

Zhuo Cheng didn't answer, but took a step back: "What do you mean?" ”

Ma Hoof opened the bag: "This is a little gold and source crystal that I have accumulated, you keep it, buy some things for Luo Zi she likes, don't let her be wronged, she ......"

"Wait!" Zhuo Cheng hurriedly interrupted him: "This is the end of the matter between you and Luo Zi, that's all." ”

The horse's hooves stopped talking, put his pockets on the table next to him, and turned around and left without giving Zhuo Cheng another chance to refuse.

Zhuo Cheng was confused for a while.

People are gone.

There were wilderness bandits who came in to clean up, staring at the bag and quietly moving it this way, Zhuo Cheng turned his head and glanced at it, and the man shrank back in fright.

Zhuo Cheng opened the bag, confirmed that it was just gold and Yuan Jing, lifted it and tied it to his belt, went back and handed it to Luo Zi, and let her deal with it herself.

One after another, people came in to clean the temple, but no one came to provoke Zhuo Cheng without a long eye.

Behind the temple, the shadow man was covered in black, with black sharp horns, came out of the ear door and nodded to Zhuo Cheng: "Cannon, it's here." ”

Zhuo Cheng took a few steps forward and asked, "Sacrificial wine, are you better?" ”

"It's no big deal." The filmmaker instructed Zhuo Cheng: "Set off in the near future, you choose someone to follow." ”

Going to the ruins of the Dead Land, his men died cleanly, only one Zhuo Cheng remained, and there was a lot of rough work on the way back to the main altar, which needed to be done by hand.

Zhuo Cheng responded: "Haole! ”

Those who cleaned up the temple all looked at Zhuo Cheng, and their eyes were fiery.

A chance to go to the General Altar!

It is rumored that there are countless young maids, countless fine wines and delicacies, and countless golden source crystals......

The shadow man said, "Come down the mountain with me and meet someone." ”

Zhuo Cheng replied again: "Good Le." ”

The two of them walked out of the temple and walked all the way down the mountain, the shadow man was wrapped in a black cloth, and he couldn't see the specific injury, but his steps were obviously much lighter than the previous two days.

All the way to the vicinity of the big market, into a large wooden house guarded by layers, the two sat down and waited.

The filmmaker obviously had something, but he didn't say anything, and Zhuo Cheng didn't ask, so he waited with him with peace of mind.

Be a confidant, and have the consciousness of being a confidant.

After a while, someone spoke at the door of the wooden house, and the shadow man listened for a moment and said, "Let him in." ”

The guards outside let the people in.

The person who came in was not tall, Zhuo Cheng saw it in the big market yesterday, and the person who accompanied him with his gluttony seemed to be called a wolf!

The name sounds like a food worship.

There was a fat man, parked at the door.

Wolf Swallow came over step by step and said to the shadowman, "You're here." ”

The filmmaker replied: "I'm here." ”

Wolf Swallow sat opposite the shadow man, and suddenly looked at Zhuo Cheng: "Who is he?" ”

This man saw it yesterday.

The shadow man said, "My deacon. ”

Wolf Swallow is a person who is stationed in the bazaar of the Slave Owners Federation, and he has a general understanding of the internal hierarchy of the Flying Goat believers, and when he hears it, he knows that this is the henchman of the Shadow Man.

Then I thought of yesterday afternoon, no wonder the merchant of the flying goat gave priority to selling thirteen incense to him, which turned out to be an auxiliary sacrifice from the main altar.

Zhuo Cheng remained silent, sat behind the filmmaker, and was a silent subordinate.

But the mind moves.

Gluttony came from the Slave Owners Federation in the west to connect with the people of the Flying Goats in the market, and then went to the General Altar of the Flying Goats to pave the way for the follow-up people.

The flying goat is connected here, is it a shadow man?

No wonder the filmmaker is not in a hurry to go back, not just to recuperate.

The shadow man wrapped his face in black cloth, and he couldn't see his expression at all, so he asked directly: "What about people?" ”

Wolf swallowed with some anxiety: "The person can't be found." ”

"What do you mean?" The filmmaker spoke with impatience, after all, he was a believer in the flying goat, and he didn't treat outsiders like Zhuo Cheng, a close subordinate who saved him several times in a row: "Wolf, you notified me yesterday that the person has arrived." ”

Wolf Swallow hurriedly said: "I arrived around noon yesterday, and I specially asked someone to inform you in the afternoon and made an appointment to meet today, but last night, someone saw him running all the way out of the market camp, and then he didn't come back. ”

The shadow man didn't speak, just watched the wolf.

Zhuo Cheng did the same, and also looked over there.

Gluttonous death, it was the work of the undercover agents of Singularity, the Military Society, and the Sisterhood of the Virgin, what does it have to do with his cannon?

"I sent people to look around for a lot of places, but I didn't find them for the time being." In such a big place around, I can't find it for a while. He was quite worried: "The shadow man wishes for the sacrifice, please send someone to help......"

The shadow man interrupted: "The cooperation was proposed by you, not us, your affairs will be solved by yourself." ”

This is in someone else's territory, and he swallowed his anger and said: "Zhu Xi, I suspect that someone is targeting us, if you don't find out, can you rest assured?" ”

The shadow man didn't care at all: "I'll go back to the main altar right away." ”

Wolf swallowed a little anxious: "Our cooperation ......"

The shadow man interrupted him again: "It's you who want to cooperate, and it's you who say that people disappear, so you wait." ”

Wolf Swallow slowly stood up, quite oppressive.

Zhuo like his most loyal subordinate also stood up, his hand pressed on the mace at his waist, and he was in a posture of striking out if he didn't agree.

Wolf Swallow knows that the believers of the Flying Goat are all goods who turn their faces when they disagree, and it is impossible for him to make a move on other people's territory.

"Sacrifice?" Gobble asked again.

The filmmaker raised his hand, signaled Zhuo Cheng to be calm, and said, "That's it, I'll wait for you for a day, someone has found it, you can notify me at any time." ”

Wolf Swallow nodded, turned around and walked out of the wooden house, and scolded in his heart, these sheep grass things have no sincerity in cooperation at all.

The shadow man greeted: "Go." ”

Zhuo Cheng followed him and went out of the wooden house back to the mountain together.

The shadow man instructed Zhuo Cheng: "Cannon, you stay on the mountain today, and the people of the food party don't follow the rules." ”

Zhuo Cheng responded: "Okay." ”

The filmmaker's injuries have not healed, and he is still a little careful about his own safety.

Even on the top of the mountain where believers are concentrated, he can't trust anyone except Zhuo Cheng.

Zhuo Cheng was very curious, but he never talked much, and finally won the trust of the filmmaker, and he couldn't ask what he shouldn't ask.