Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Several more knights stepped forward and pinned Li Wannian and Zhou Ziheng to the ground.

Zhao Si swung his fist at a knight's face, but the knight dodged it and kicked him in the shin. Zhao Si groaned and fell to the ground.

The people knelt on the spot, staring in disbelief at the scene.

Some people, whose minds had not yet been clouded, wanted to stand up and help, but those around them suddenly pulled them back and whispered, "Don't go... do you want to die...?"

Zhao Si, tied to a stone pillar, cursed, "You damned foreign monk! You wait! You'll get your comeuppance!"

Samuel walked down the steps, stood in front of the four men, and looked down at them.

"retribution?"

He smiled gently, "The Lord is retribution."

He turned around, facing the people kneeling in the square, and opened his arms.

"Brothers and sisters! These three heretics are attempting to obstruct the path of the Lord of Light!"

"A vain attempt to drag you back into the abyss of darkness!"

"Today, we will purify their sins with the sacred fire!"

With a wave of his hand, several priests carried firewood and piled it next to the four stone pillars. They also brought over several earthenware jars and poured the oil inside onto the firewood.

"Burn them! Burn these heretics!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and then more voices joined in.

"Yes! Burn them! They won't let us believe, they won't let us be saved!"

"Heretics must die! Purify with the sacred flame!"

"Heretics must die! Purify with the sacred flame!"

"Heretics must die! Purify with the sacred flame!"

"..."

These people were screaming wildly, as if they had gone hysterical!

Sun Wenju trembled with rage as he looked at the people who had been his neighbors just yesterday: "You're all crazy! You're all insane! We're here to save you!"

"Save us?"

"Blocking the coming of the Lord's glory, you are harming us!"

As the four knights threw their torches onto the four piles of firewood, the fire instantly ignited.

"ah......"

The four men screamed in agony as they were burned, but none of the people below showed them any sympathy.

"I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Zhao Si roared in despair and anger, then his voice disappeared into the fire.

The people kneeling in the square began to chant prayers in unison again.

That posture... was incredibly devout!

The fire burned for half an hour, leaving only a pile of ashes under the four stone pillars.

Samuel stood in front of the church, a compassionate smile on his face, and gently made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"May their souls... forever repent in hell."

The people lay prostrate on the ground, and no one raised their heads again.

From that day on, no one in the town dared to question the Vatican.

Meanwhile, Lin Bei stayed in the cave for a full half month.

This was arguably the longest recovery he had ever undergone!

In the past two weeks, he has not only fully recovered from his injuries, but also repaired the hidden injuries in his body.

"Phew...it's finally done!"

Lin Bei let out a heavy sigh and stood up to loosen his muscles.

When Xiao Bailing saw Lin Bei wake up, she jumped around happily.

"Master, are your injuries fully healed?"

"Haha, don't worry, everything's all set!"

Lin Bei chuckled softly and hugged Xiao Bai Ling in his arms.

"Let's go, we've been in the mountains for so long, we're practically turning into wild men!"

Lin Bei walked down the mountain road for a whole day, and it wasn't until the next day that he could see the outline of a town in the distance.

Upon entering the town, a lively chorus of vendors' calls filled the air.

He hadn't gone far when a peddler carrying a load on a shoulder pole came towards him.

The basket was filled with fresh vegetables. Lin Bei stepped aside to let the vendor pass by without even looking up.

Lin Bei turned to look at the vendor's retreating figure and muttered, "What's going on? Doesn't he watch where he's going?"

However, strange things happened...

He walked around the town and found that the people all had the same expression: empty eyes and numb faces!

There are very few normal people!

"What's wrong with this place?"

Lin Bei scratched the back of his head. "Why are the people acting like wooden puppets?"

He went into a general store, where an old man was sitting behind the counter.

"Boss, do you have cinnabar?" Lin Bei asked softly.

The old man turned around, took a blue-and-white porcelain jar from the shelf, and placed it on the counter: "Thirty copper coins per ounce."

"Where's the yellow paper?"

"there."

Lin Bei looked in the direction the old man was pointing and saw stacks of yellow paper on a shelf in the corner. The paper was of a good color and thick.

"Alright, give me plenty of yellow paper and cinnabar!"

Lin Bei paid the money, put the items in his pocket, and secretly stored them in his spatial stone.

"Boss, are there any butchers in town?"

The old man glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions: "There's a family at the end of the street, surnamed Ma."

Lin Bei thanked him and left the shop, heading towards the end of the street.

Upon arriving at the butcher's door, a strong smell of blood assaulted the senses. Two pork cutlets hung at the entrance, and a pile of pig intestines lay on the chopping board.

The butcher, a burly middle-aged man, was sharpening his knife. Seeing Lin Bei enter, he looked up and asked, "Buying meat?"

"I won't buy meat."

Lin Bei took out a few copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the chopping board. "Boss, I'd like to buy some black dog blood."

The butcher paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you need that for?"

"For exorcising evil spirits."

The butcher stared at Lin Bei for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled, "New here? Are you a Taoist priest?"

I guess so.

"Wait..." The butcher immediately put down his knife, turned around, and went into the backyard.

A moment later, he came out carrying a rough porcelain bowl, which was half full of black dog blood, with a pungent, fishy smell.

"You've come at the right time. This is a dog that was just killed, and there's only a little bit left."

Lin Bei was taken aback: "Why not accept it?"

The butcher shoved the bowl into his hands, leaned closer, and whispered, "Taoist priest, if you're really capable, quickly cure this strange commotion in the town."

"My wife prayed with those foreigners a few days ago, and when she came back, she was like a completely different person."

"He keeps muttering about God and sin all day long, and he doesn't even cook."

"When I try to talk to her, she acts like she doesn't hear me."

Lin Bei frowned: "Foreigners? What foreigners?"

"There's a church at the east end of the street. Those foreign monks chant sutras and distribute porridge there every day, completely bewitching the townspeople."

The butcher spat towards the door, "I, Old Ma, don't believe in that stuff. I only believe in the things passed down from our ancestors."

"But I'm just a rough guy, I don't know what kind of evil magic they're using."

"and..."

The butcher suddenly glanced outside warily a few times, then whispered, "About two weeks ago, four people said they were cultists, misleading the people!"

"Guess what? They were burned alive!"

Lin Bei frowned instantly. These words... sounded like the work of an evil cultivator!

He took the bowl of black dog blood, wrapped it in oil paper, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Don't worry, now that I'm here, I'll see this through to the end."