Lord of the People: a Hundredfold Increase From the Undead

Looking at the corpse below, Fang Hao felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.

He didn't know where Rebecca found these corpses.

But the physical features of the corpse were telling him that these were all traversers just like him.

Damn it.

Fang Hao cursed in his heart.

Someone is catching the traversers, and some sort of torture and torture are being carried out.

Below.

Rebecca, was talking with a soldier captain.

Judging from the expressions of the two, the content of the discussion is very serious.

In the hall, it is not a luminous stone, but a candle lit.

With the help of dim candlelight.

Fang Hao flew down from the top and hid behind the flag hanging on the wall.

At the same time, I heard the content of the conversation between the two.

"Isn't anyone caught?" Rebecca's voice was vaguely angry.

"No, it seems that the action was known. When we arrived, the other party left nothing." The soldier's voice was a little low, but he could hear the suppressed anger.

"damn it."

Rebecca cursed.

Take a deep breath and continue to ask: "Are these just the corpses?"

"There is another person who is seriously injured and unconscious. He has been sent to the temple. It is hard to say whether he can be rescued." The guard whispered.

Hearing that there was another living person, Rebecca's expression improved a lot.

If this survivor can wake up, perhaps he can provide some useful news.

Rebecca pondered for a while, and continued: "The news is kept confidential, and we will arrange for someone to protect him. No one but me is allowed to come near."

"Yes, ma'am."

The two ended the conversation.

Rebecca turned and left, and did not look at the five corpses on the ground.

Fang Hao stayed behind the banner for a while.

Seeing that there were no other clues, he also controlled the skeletal grayfinch, and flew back to the vertical window when he came in.

The candlelight is on the wall, reflecting a huge black projection.

Before the guard turned around and looked around, the gray sparrow had already flown out along the window and disappeared into the night sky.

After lifting the gods, Fang Hao woke up from the hotel room.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the starlit night sky, there was a long silence.

...

Early the next morning.

Fang Hao woke up from the bed.

Dimitja has fed the horses, and Anjia has packed some food for the road.

"I won't leave today, An Jia will go out with me in a moment." Fang Hao walked out slowly.

The two were taken aback for a moment, their eyes were a little surprised at Fang Hao's decision.

Suddenly changing the subsequent plan, it seems that a special situation has temporarily appeared.

"What's the matter? Don't you go, the food here is so terrible." An Jia whispered.

Inside the hotel, there was a cold snort from the boss.

"Go back tomorrow morning and get ready to eat." Fang Hao said.

"Oh." The two agreed and returned to the hotel.

Had breakfast.

Fang Hao took An Jia out of the hotel.

Walking along the main road, Fang Hao bought some fruits that he hadn't seen before, and put them in the storage space while there was no one.

An Jia was holding some snacks in her hand, and her mouth was full as she walked.

Still keep talking non-stop.

When the two walked along the main road, they could gradually see the magnificent temple building in front of them.

From a distance, the residents came in and out, but they didn't see any guards blocking them.

Continue along the stone steps.

It is a round flowerbed.

The acolytes in religious robes are busy with their work.

Auxiliary sacrifices are believers from all cities of mankind. They come to the temple, act as messengers of God, and accept donations and beliefs from believers.

However, it is impossible to verify whether the gods can hear people's voices.

Perhaps, your wish is not fulfilled because your faith is still not pious enough.

The shrine enshrines two statues of gods.

The **** of light and the goddess of fertility.

It seems that most of the living races have a large number of followers of the goddess of fertility.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" A young woman in the robe of the priest came over.

Fang Hao checked her attributes.

Just an ordinary person, a first-order peasant attribute.

The acolytes are non-priests, and they are busy with some auxiliary work in the temple.

This kind of adjunct is mostly female, and they have some knowledge of midwife and healing.

"I'm a new cloth merchant in Lysis City." Fang Hao walked forward slowly, and the assistant priest curiously followed behind him.

"I am a person, there are some problems, that is..."

"Oh, are you here to heal the disease?" The female assistant said suddenly.

"My problem is that I have money... I plan to fund the temple to strengthen my faith." Fang Hao finished speaking in one breath this time.

Hearing that she was going to fund the temple, the female assistant priest's eyes lit up instantly.

The most welcome people in the temple are people like Fang Hao.

With faith, the most important thing is willing to give money.

"That's great, please inside, I'll call you the chief priest to come over." The female assistant priest said hurriedly.

After following the female assistant priest, he entered the building next to the temple.

A clean and tidy corridor with separate rooms on both sides.

In one of them, four guards stood in front of the door.

"Is there a big man here?" Fang Hao asked.

The female assistant priest followed her gaze and saw four guards. She lowered her voice and said, "The patient sent last night should belong to a large family. I heard that the injuries were serious."

"Not dead?"

"Ah? If you die, don't you just carry it away, do you still use it here?"

"You are right." Fang Hao felt reasonable.

The female assistant priest took the two to a separate room, let them wait for a while, and then went out to look for the sacrifice in her mouth.

When Fang Hao came out, he didn't carry the Skeleton Greyfinch.

Even if he was brave, he didn't want to bring the Skeleton Greyfinch into the temple.

Fang Hao went to the promenade casually, seemingly looking at the temple, and looking at the room guarded by the guards from time to time.

When the guard cast a vigilant look, Fang Hao walked back to the room casually.

After a while, the door opened again and an elderly woman walked in.

Sitting on the opposite side of Fang Hao, leaning on the roots and sticks in his hands.

"Sir, I heard that you intend to donate to the temple?" the old woman asked.

【Temple Priest (Level 10)】.

Fang Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was actually ranked tenth.

"You always have the final say?" Fang Hao asked curiously.

"Here, I have been in charge of it all the time, so I can naturally have the final say." The old woman nodded, her voice aged, but without any fluctuations.

Fang Hao nodded. It seems that the sacrifice of Tier 10 is the most powerful unit in this temple.

It shouldn't be fake, there are no temples in Pruul City.

Lisis City, as the neighbor of Pruul City, can have a Tier 10 seater, which is already considered very good.

"Well, I want to ask first, what kind of donations are accepted in the temple?"

"Are you a businessman? Many merchants will give some produced items, of course, we also accept the gift of gold coins." The old woman continued.

The temple doesn't pick it.

What do you have, what do I want.

The products produced are also OK, we pay directly, or we can buy them ourselves.

"I'm a cloth merchant, do you need the temple in terms of clothing?" Fang Hao asked.

"Yes, the temple hasn't received donations of clothing for a long time." The old woman sacrificed directly.

"By the way, I put an advertisement on the donated clothes, shouldn't it be a problem?" Fang Hao suddenly thought of something and confirmed again.

"What is the advertisement?" The old woman frowned slightly.

Fang Hao pointed to the position of his chest, "It is here, printed with our cloth merchant's name, which proves that our shop made it for you."

"It's no problem." The old woman sacrificially nodded.

"Oh, then you can count the number of people in the temple, as well as the styles of clothes. After I go back, I will arrange for manual production." Fang Hao said.

This time, Fang Hao thought of the clothing donation temporarily.

At that time, the city lord's mansion and the temple will wear the clothes of their own fabric shop.

I am afraid that overnight, people in the city will know the name of their fabric shop~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I will see later when will the fabric shop open.

"Well, wait a minute, there are not many people in the temple, and statistics don't take much time." The old woman sacrificed to the priest, and a smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Can I visit the temple?"

"sure."

The two walked out together.

Just stepped into the promenade.

Suddenly a scream of horror came from ahead.

"I don't know, I told you all, let me out, let me out."

Immediately afterwards, a figure smashed away from the guard.

From the room, he rushed over here.

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