Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 141 The Struggle of Cultists
How dare you speak like that!

The young man who was about to jump into the river was enraged by the words of the young man on the bank. His face, which was originally pale from the cold, turned red, and he climbed up the gentle slope of the riverbank in a few steps.

Old Kohler stared in astonishment.

Wow, that's amazing! Just one sentence got him to come ashore on his own.
"So what if I said it?"

Lu Ze, the young man sitting on the shore, asked casually, "Weren't you prepared to die?"

After saying that, he gently lifted his foot and kicked the young man who was about to get ashore back into the river.

He had already climbed up, so why was he kicked down again?
Old Kohler was filled with surprise and confusion as he watched the young man slowly walk down the slope to the water's edge. The young man struggled violently in the water, trying to climb out. But Luze simply stretched out his foot, stepped on his head, and forcibly pushed him underwater.

Can the dead control the living?

Lu Ze's icy question echoed mercilessly across the silent river, accompanied by the violent splashing of water. He would stomp for a while, then release, leaving the young man enduring the agony of drowning, only occasionally getting a breath of air.

Meanwhile, he continued to speak:

"Even if your mother is bullied and lives on the streets, what does it have to do with you?"

"You are already dead!"

"You abandoned your family when you were planning to die. Now you want to make amends? It's too late!"

"Go to hell and die."

Old Kohler was too horrified to speak, watching as Luze questioned and tortured the poor young man until the latter stopped struggling and slowly sank to the bottom of the Tasok River.

"You...you killed someone!"

He said, his voice trembling.

Lu Ze glanced at Old Kohler, but didn't see him do anything. The young man who had sunk into the river actually surfaced again, though he looked completely dead. He grabbed the man by the collar, dragged him ashore, pulled open his shirt, and plunged his hand directly into the man's abdomen!
"Cough cough!"

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, coughed violently, and vomited a large amount of clear water mixed with blood.

He was forced to breathe, a hand squeezing his lungs, forcing his delicate internal organs to expand and contract, expelling river water and expelling cold air in its place. Extreme pain and the lingering fear of suffocation filled his mind; he didn't even realize that his stomach had been pierced.

Seeing that the other person had recovered almost completely, Lu Ze withdrew his hand; the other person's abdomen was unharmed.

"Woo-"

The young man coughed and cried, his pitiful state making old Kohler feel sorry for him.

But although he cried pitifully, he no longer had the urge to die. After catching his breath, he stared blankly for a while, then silently got up, exchanged a glance with old Kohler, and walked towards the end of the smoke-filled street.

He shouldn't be dead, right?
Old Kohler watched his retreating figure, lost in thought. Looking back towards the shore, he realized the blue-eyed youth had vanished without a trace.

That young man is really resourceful, but his methods are a bit extreme.

Old Kohler recalled the thrilling scene just now and felt lingering fear.

On another note, did he stick his hand into that man's stomach and squeeze his lungs hard? A cold, damp wind blew in, and old Kohler shivered; he quickly wrapped his coat tighter around himself.

That can't be, I must be seeing things.

Old Kohler decided to stop thinking about the strange things he had just witnessed. This was the East End; if he didn't want to die without knowing why, he had to learn to ignore it.

I'll just go to the nearby coffee shop and scrape together breakfast with my meager pennies. Storm behold, may I find work this afternoon.
Old Kohler, who was only in his thirties or forties but looked very old, prayed, bowing his head and walking into the acrid smoke.

The hermit had digested a little more of the potion. As Lu Ze walked back to his residence, he sensed the changes within his body and felt slightly puzzled.

I didn't do anything special, I just saved a young man who was feeling down.

This was the first morning after moving, and he originally planned to take the opportunity to familiarize himself with the surroundings. However, he didn't expect to encounter the situation he just witnessed after only taking a short stroll.

Think carefully about your actions and how they coincided with the name of the potion, leading to indigestion.
Regarding the "concealment" aspect, it's probably because my actions are always quite secretive, seen by only a very few people, which aligns with the power of the shadows. As for "monk," a monk, a practitioner who studies divine knowledge, also has the obligation to spread the gospel.

So, does that mean a hermit is someone who "spreads the gospel in secret"?
As for the gospel being spread, it's probably just extreme and decadent emotions.

Looking back, everyone who witnessed his abilities was quite terrified. Some even experienced fear, despair, and pain. Lu Ze speculated that if they were directly converted into followers of the true Creator, the potion might be digested even faster.

By combining this with the name of the next sequence, "Rose Bishop," Luzer gradually gained a deeper understanding of this sequence.

This sequence is practically a story of a cult follower's struggle within a cult!
First, he prayed to the evil god to establish a connection; then he listened for blessings, became a believer, and began ascetic practices until he obtained the status of a bishop.
I feel like it's even a bit inspiring.

As the smoke gradually cleared, the outline of the building came into view, and Lu Ze returned to his rented apartment.

He pushed open the door and went inside, and immediately saw his landlady, Emily. She was carrying a schoolbag and wearing a veil, looking like she was on her way to school.

Good morning, off to school?

"Ah."

Emily looked at Lu Ze's straitjacket, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist her curiosity and asked, "Do you have some kind of mental illness?"

"It's nothing serious, just schizophrenia."

Lu Ze waved his hand and said.

He wasn't talking nonsense; the severe hallucinations and mental disturbances, along with the presence of other personalities in his mind, perfectly fit the definition of schizophrenia. The doctors at the hospital also made the same diagnosis. Hopefully, his condition will improve after the potion is digested.

"That's it."

The landlady said that she didn't seem to know much about mental illness, "If you break something because of a mental illness, as long as it's not very valuable, I won't ask you for compensation."

Thank you for your understanding.

Lu Ze smiled and said that although he was not short of money, he still accepted the other party's kindness.

After spending time with her, he found the girl to be a very nice person. In this chaotic East District, her parents had passed away, yet she was still struggling to survive. His younger sister told him that her bedroom light had been on late last night; she had been studying diligently. It seemed she wanted to leave the East District this way.

Lu Ze doesn't dislike people who try to save themselves.

After saying goodbye to the other person in the porch, Luze continued walking into the apartment. He saw that breakfast was already set on the dining table in the living room, and his sister Cecilia was waiting for him behind it.

"Welcome back, brother. How's the scenery outside?"

"It's incredibly ugly, nowhere near as good as Tingen."

Lu Ze smiled, sat down, and picked up a piece of bread from the plate.

He could actually sustain his life simply by absorbing large amounts of raw meat. However, he still felt that eating with his sister as usual provided a sense of ritual and helped stabilize his condition. For this, he was willing to expend some of his spiritual energy and utilize the illusory ocean current in his mind.

The logic behind the "Hermit" potion's role has been roughly figured out. The next step is to try to make contact with the extraordinary community here, and at the same time, try to digest the potion and reduce the madness.

(End of this chapter)