Lu Yan pulled Mu Tang and walked in front with a dark face, while Qi Yang followed behind, suppressing laughter all the way.
After taking two steps, Lu Yan suddenly stopped and turned to look at Qi Yang:
"A third-level zombie crystal."
Qi Yang was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, and then pretended not to understand, and asked with a confused look on his face:
"What's the meaning?"
Lu Yan knew at a glance that he was pretending to be stupid. He took a deep breath and simply said it clearly:
"A third-level zombie crystal, you are not allowed to tell Qin Zhen what happened today."
"oh……"
Qi Yang pretended to be suddenly enlightened and responded, then his face changed in a second, and he shook his head solemnly:
"no."
The veins on Lu Yan's forehead twitched. For the first time, he realized how difficult this person was, and he immediately increased the price:
"Two."
"Um……"
Qi Yang hesitated and pondered for a while, not clear whether he agreed or disagreed. After Lu Yan's expression changed, he chuckled and shook his head:
"Chief Lu's image is not as cheap as you think. You should have more confidence in yourself. After all, if it is Qin Zhen, he may be willing to pay more to know about this matter."
Lu Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, knowing in his heart that his words were not exaggerated. Qin Zhen could really do such a thing.
Lu Yan couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart:
"Qin Zhen, thank you so much."
In fact, it doesn't matter whether Qin Zhen knows it or not. When he first joined the army, he only did a lot more embarrassing things in front of Qin Zhen than he does now.
The strange thing is that Qin Zhen has a trumpet on his mouth. Today only he knows about it, but tomorrow the entire base will know about it!
Qi Yang has also been with Qin Zhen for a long time, so he naturally knows that Qin Zhen has a big mouth, and now he just has time to look at Lu Yan.
Mu Tang stuck her head out from behind Lu Yan and looked at Qi Yang with surprise:
Qi Yang didn't act like a tough guy today, but instead acted like a sinister person?
That upright and cold face combined with what he just said became really hateful in Lu Yan's eyes.
Qi Yang actually didn't want to make a fortune from Lu Yan, but it was rare to see Lu Yan being controlled by others, so he couldn't help but want to take a second look.
Lu Yan took a deep breath and added another price:
"Three."
Qi Yang didn't answer, with an unmoved smile on his face, and stood still.
As the two stared at each other, Mu Tang suddenly tugged on Lu Yan's sleeve, pointed in a direction not far away, and asked curiously:
"Lu Yan, look, what are they doing?"
Lu Yan looked in the direction she pointed and narrowed his eyes.
In a slightly empty place not far away, a group of people knelt on the ground piously. The leader straightened his back and raised a tray high.
What is held on the tray is a bright yellow transparent lens, which should probably be called another name - the second-order zombie crystal.
Looking carefully, the other people who fell to the ground were holding the same thing tightly in their hands, which was the transparent crystal of the first-order zombie.
They were mumbling words, and all of them closed their eyes tightly and prayed silently.
The leader suddenly shouted loudly:
"Pray to worship——"
The people behind him quickly arched their backs and kowtowed deeply.
Qi Yang took two steps forward and walked to Lu Yan, his voice a little tired and helpless:
"It starts again."
Lu Yan tilted his head and motioned for him to continue.
Qi Yang said angrily:
"I don't know since when, there were rumors among these survivors, saying that the world made a choice between humans, and those who became zombies and those with superpowers were the ones chosen and left behind. People are abandoned.”
"So they began to kneel down and worship the zombie crystals, trying to get the curtain to free themselves from this powerless body."
Mu Tang was a little surprised:
"But isn't it because of the virus that we became zombies?"
Qi Yang smiled bitterly and spread his hands:
"That's it, but what about people with superpowers? So far, no one can reasonably explain these things using scientific or pathological principles, right?"
Mu Tang was also in trouble now. It was true. No one could explain how the superpowers were generated. It was no wonder that some people began to believe in ghosts.
Lu Yan carefully observed the people visiting the temple.
There are mostly middle-aged and elderly people, and there are also some whose young minds are easily influenced by others, but there are very few young people.
Occasionally there are other survivors passing by.
There was doubt, ridicule, indifference, and numbness on these people's faces. It was obvious that some still didn't believe it.
But in the few minutes they watched, Lu Yan had already noticed that two people had also knelt down after hesitating.
"How is this different from the fraud groups that used superstition before the end of the world?" Lu Yan asked directly.
Don’t they all choose middle-aged and elderly people as their audience, and then convey some unfounded things to achieve their own selfish interests?
Qi Yang smiled bitterly:
"There is no difference, but for those who are psychologically fragile, they need such sustenance, so the base has always turned a blind eye."
Lu Yan frowned more and more:
"You are thinking too simply. If you continue like this, problems will occur sooner or later."
He found that the base was currently experiencing more and more problems, like a termite nest building up a river embankment. When the waves really rolled in, the entire embankment would collapse.
Qi Yang shook his head:
"Of course we know, so once we find individuals with extreme ideas, we will arrest them..."
Before he finished speaking, the leader of the group of worshipers not far away suddenly shouted:
"The world has finally made a choice. We are all outcasts. Only by praying for assimilation to the chosen ones can we be freed!"
The people behind him raised their heads and looked at the man who shouted with trust, and no one showed any doubt in their eyes.
Qi Yang's eyebrows twitched and he said irritably:
"Here comes another one."
Then he called two soldiers, pointed at the man on the stage and said:
"Go quickly, seize that man, isolate him, and let him wake up!"
The soldier nodded and walked over, but it was too late. The man held up the crystal of the second-level zombie and shouted loudly:
"The human shell is fragile and has been abandoned by the world. We should boldly pursue immortality!! We need to let the zombies assimilate ourselves, and this body, which can be called a plant, will become indestructible, and then we will have nothing to fear!! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the kneeling worshipers straightened up one by one, followed the man and started to cheer! !
However, before the man even jumped twice, the soldier who had sneaked up behind him suddenly threw him over his shoulder and fell to the ground. Then he skillfully locked him with handcuffs and then dragged him away. Walk.
As the man walked away, he turned back unwillingly and shouted:
"Assimilate! The only way for humans to go is assimilation!!"
…
Qi Yang waved his hand with a headache:
"These people are like weeds. You can't catch them all. If you catch one, another one will come out in a few days."
Of course Lu Yan knew the reason:
When faced with mistakes or failures, many people will subconsciously look for reasons and shirk the responsibility to anyone or anything they can shirk.
For example, now, I resent my own weakness, but never admit that I am weak. Instead, I use this resentment to blame others.
Keep making excuses for yourself, such as:
"It's not that I'm too weak, it's that God didn't choose me" and so on.
Over time, those who wanted to be chosen by "God" appeared.
Lu Yan looked at it thoughtfully for a while, then looked away and said indifferently:
"Let's go."
