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Sudden.

He felt something cold rising up from his feet and covering the wound on his abdomen.

That feeling...

It's like applying a block of ice to your face on a hot summer day.

The excruciating abdominal pain is subsiding at an incredible speed.

Instead, there is an indescribable comfort and coolness.

"Well……"

It felt so good, and I had just exhausted a lot of energy by enduring the excruciating pain.

Ye Ren suddenly went black and fell into a deep sleep.

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I don't know how much time passed.

When Ye Ren opened his eyes again, it was already completely dark.

"Um?"

He sat up abruptly, touching his face in a daze.

"This number... is still alive?"

He instinctively reached for his abdomen.

Where there should have been a bloody hole, the skin is now smooth as ever, without even a scar.

Wound……

Has it healed?

Ye Ren was stunned.

He looked down at his feet.

There lay there quietly a mass of dark red flesh and blood that had lost its vitality.

And an eyeball whose pupil had completely dilated and turned grayish-white.

The night was as dark as ink, and the wind on the wasteland carried a biting chill.

Ye Ren stared blankly at the mass of flesh and blood at his feet, which had lost all life.

"A world of trenches..."

He sighed softly, understanding dawning on him.

It's the Blood Slaughter Society.

It was that believer named Xiaoya.

In the final moments of his life, he sacrificed himself to save him.

Ye Ren was quite surprised by this.

After all, the bone that stabbed him was not some ordinary force, but rather a high-dimensional power of rules originating from the gods.

Logically speaking, it would be impossible for ordinary believers to resolve this.

But Ye Ren quickly came up with a reason.

Maybe.

Xiaoya's status in the Blood Slaughter Society is not low; she may be the darling of the Lord of Flesh and Blood, receiving more favors and attention.

She used this gift that belonged to her to save Ye Ren's life.

"pity……"

Ye Ren shook his head, his eyes filled with regret.

"I am not your holy son."

"You saved the wrong person."

Even so, he still slowly got up.

The clothes behind him billowed, and four fleshy tentacles, like parasites, reached out and dug rapidly into the hard frozen ground.

Soon, a large pit was dug out.

Ye Ren placed the lifeless flesh and blood and the gray eyeball inside.

Then, handful after handful of soil, they were buried.

After doing all that, he picked up a relatively flat piece of wood from the roadside.

Two crooked characters were carved on it.

After placing the simple tombstone on the grave, Ye Ren patted the dirt off his hands and said softly:

"May you rest in peace."

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It was already late at night when I returned to the City of Order.

The majestic city walls, shrouded in the night, resembled a lurking beast, with searchlight beams sweeping back and forth across them.

The soldiers guarding the city saw Ye Ren emerge alone from the dark wilderness.

His face showed undisguised surprise.

Keep in mind that at this time of day, walking alone in the wilderness is basically equivalent to delivering takeout to the mutants.

Those who can come back alive are definitely not ordinary people.

The soldier dared not be negligent, instinctively straightening his back and speaking respectfully:

"Welcome back to the City of Order, sir."

"Please go into town and get some rest."

Ye Ren stopped and glanced at the soldier.

His gaze became somewhat profound.

Because he also saw the price on the soldier's face.

The soldier's face was completely mutated, covered with dense scales.

In order to maintain order, and in order to gain the power to protect this city.

They paid the price.

In this world, once you have faith in a god...

You will pay a price; your body will become deformed, your mind will become twisted, and you will become less and less human.

But in order to survive, in order to have a place in this cruel world.

People were forced to give up everything to please the high and mighty gods.

"Oh……"

Ye Ren chuckled softly.

"The world of trenches..."

He shook his head and stepped through the city gate.

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Compared to the stark cruelty and chaos outside the city, the believers inside the city did appear to be less distorted.

But this is only relatively speaking.

Everyone walking on the street has more or less inhuman characteristics.

Moreover, in order to please the gods, each believer becomes increasingly extreme in certain abstract concepts.

As Ye Ren passed through a small alley, he saw several ascetics of the God of Pain gathered together.

They were shirtless, holding barbed whips, and were lashing each other.

With each stab, the skin was torn open, and blood splattered everywhere.

But their faces showed expressions of extreme enjoyment and piety.

"Praise be to suffering... Ah... Praise be to suffering..."

That's too morbid.

Ye Ren didn't want to see or hear it.

He quickened his pace and headed straight for the law enforcement bureau.

He wanted to find Wei Zheng.

But the closer he got to the law enforcement agency, the more he sensed that something was wrong.

There were noticeably more patrols on the streets, and each of them carried a grim and menacing air.

Upon arriving at the law enforcement bureau, Ye Ren explained his purpose.

But the receptionist looked at him with a strange expression and coldly told him:

"Captain Wei received an urgent order from his superiors and has gone on a mission. We can't reach him for the time being."

As for where they went or when they will return, no one knows.

Ye Ren's mood instantly turned sour.

He left the law enforcement bureau in silence.

On his way back, feeling irritable, he encountered another group of people blocking his way.

There were several believers with large heads and thick necks, blocking the middle of the road and confronting each other.

The group on the left, with their heads covered in countless eyeballs, are followers of the "Thousand-Eyed Watchers".

The group on the right had enormous heads, as if filled with hydrocephalus; they were followers of the "Omniscient God."

The two groups seem to have gotten into some kind of conflict and are arguing with each other.

"What are you looking at?"

"What are you looking at? Go ahead and fight me if you dare!"

When emotions run high, they might even resort to physical violence.

These believers showed no mercy when they started hitting people.

The 10,000-Eyed Believer tried to smash the other's head with his fingers, while the Omniscient Believer tried to pop the other's eyeballs.

"Pfft!"

Eye fluid splattered, brain matter flowed freely.

The scene was extremely chaotic and bloody.

The other believers who passed by did not try to stop the fight; instead, they excitedly gathered around and even fanned the flames.

"Beat him! Beat him to death!"

"He seems to be starting to resemble him."

"Then kill him again!"

Ye Ren felt increasingly agitated.

I'm already annoyed enough, and so many things have happened today, do you still have to make things worse?

He stopped in his tracks:

"Get out of the way."

The sound wasn't loud.

For an instant.

The two groups of believers who were fighting stopped what they were doing.

They all turned their heads in unison, staring intently at Ye Ren.