The preacher has been preaching for a long time.
The corpses in the morgue of the Supervisory Team are the result of his preaching.
The empty heads of those corpses are obviously caused by the explosion of the spiritual sea of consciousness.
Qin Ze speculated that it is very likely that the spiritual sea of consciousness of these people cannot withstand the pollution.
The strong overload eventually caused the spiritual sea of consciousness to explode.
Qin Ze asked: "What is the cultivation level of those corpses?"
Qianmian replied: "Various from level two to three."
Hearing this, Qin Ze couldn't help but frowned.
It shouldn't be.
At first, he thought that those people died because their level was too low and their mental power was too weak.
Now it seems that this is not the case.
The old guy who was "preached" downstairs was only in the early third level.
And this guy is from the Four Symbols Gong Xuanwu Shield Group.
If it was the Qinglong Nian Group, it would be excusable.
After all, they are specializing in mental power every day, and their mental power is stronger than those guys in the morgue.
But the reality is that the old man's mental strength is comparable to theirs.
If so, why is the old man still alive and kicking after being preached, but those people are lying flat on the ground?
The Dharma King immediately continued: "The current Snow City is different from the Snow City three years ago."
"I just looked at the census records."
"Now there are almost no ordinary people and level one warriors in Snow City. Most of them start at level two."
"Only the staff of those shops are level one warriors."
Qin Ze was stunned.
Good guy, no wonder the beast tide is getting stronger and stronger, but people on the ground are used to it.
The strength is here.
Qin Ze rubbed his eyebrows.
The top priority now is to find the preacher quickly.
Otherwise, as time goes by, Snow City may become a city of fanatics.
But the preacher is a sixth-rate person, so how to find him becomes a problem.
After thinking for a while, Qin Ze has a plan and is ready to lure the snake out of the hole.
"Where is the old man who was preached?"
The voice of the King of Fa, who was very excited, rang out in the LAN: "We are trying the heretic and are about to burn him to death. The firewood is ready. Do you want to come down and light the fire?"
Qin Ze's mouth twitched.
The last time he was so speechless was the last time.
Qin Ze was helpless: "Don't burn it. Let him go to the previous crossroads to continue preaching."
If Qin Ze guessed correctly, this clone should be the first one to be "preached" successfully so far.
The preacher must be very interested in him.
On the way back, the corpse collection team dispersed to avoid being followed.
Qin Ze was sure that the preacher did not find this stronghold.
There are people hiding in the void near the stronghold, and Dahei will notice it.
If the preacher uses the power of the evil god to observe secretly, the source of God will also lock it at such a close distance.
At present, everything is calm, and the preacher must have lost it.
After all, when it comes to running away, the experienced clones are professional.
Especially since their body shapes and heights are exactly the same, it would be hard for Qin Ma to tell the real from the fake.
So Qin Jue's plan is very simple.
Use the infected old thing as bait to fish out the preacher.
As for whether it will work, Qin Ze is not sure.
Anyway, there is no other way at the moment, so try it out.
Warehouse on the first floor.
The old thing tied to the pillar cursed: "Can't you change someone? The firewood is ready."
The King of Dharma untied him and shrugged: "It's not a big problem, we'll continue when you come back."
The old thing moved his wrist and muttered: "I always feel like you're cursing me."
"I won't talk nonsense with you, I'm going to pass on the fire."
After that, the old thing walked out of the base in a chic manner.
Qin Ze said in the LAN: "The King of Dharma, follow up, bring a few more people, and be careful to hide."
The King of Dharma nodded: "Got it."
Qin Ze was relieved with the King of Dharma.
The evangelist's strength should not be very strong, otherwise he would not be timid and hide like a mouse.
As the time for the meeting was getting closer, Qin Ze asked Dahei to watch the house, and carried Miss Jianxie on his back into the wind and snow.
...
Pushing open the door of the bar, the warm air mixed with various smells hit him in the face.
At the old position at the bar, Qin Ze saw the familiar back again.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he walked straight over.
Bianhuashui drank a sip of orange juice and sighed.
The bartender wiped the glass and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. What's wrong? Have you given up drinking?"
Bianhuashui looked at the orange juice in the glass and shook his head and said, "I'm just commemorating an old friend of mine."
The bartender didn't ask questions, but changed the subject: "I have a new commission here, the reward is good, do you want to take it?"
Bianhuashui didn't even think about it and refused directly: "No, I have a purpose in coming to Xuecheng this time.Important things."
At this time, he saw a big man with a huge sword case sitting next to him, with a chair between him and him.
Seeing the new customer coming, the bartender immediately put on a professional smile: "What would you like to drink?"
Qin Ze pointed to the orange juice in front of the edge of the water: "Give me a glass of that."
"Wait a minute."
The bartender took out a few oranges and worked on them, and soon pushed a full glass of freshly squeezed orange juice in front of Qin Ze.
Qin Ze drank it, not bad, still the same taste.
The edge of the water sat next to Qin Ze very familiarly. He looked at the sword case and asked curiously: "Brother, are you a swordsman?"
Qin Ze shook his head: "I can't use a sword."
The edge of the water looked weird: "You don't need a sword to carry such a big sword case, it can hold at least seven or eight swords."
Qin Ze said lightly: "There is no sword in it."
The edge of the water was even more confused.
The passerby pulled the edge of the water at this time: "Don't make trouble. "
Qin Ze then noticed Passerby A.
He was still the same little transparent person he was three years ago.
Edge Paddling was right to the left of Edge Paddling, but Qin Ze just realized his existence.
Edge Paddling smiled: "Just making friends, brother, you don't mind, right?"
Qin Ze shook his head.
Edge Paddling snapped his fingers: "Two beers and some snacks, put it on my account."
Then, he put one of the cups in front of Qin Ze.
"Is this your first time in Snow City, brother?"
Qin Ze replied: "No."
Edge Paddling continued: "You look fully armed, are you ready to go down to the abyss?"
Qin Ze drank his orange juice slowly: "Just take a walk. "
Then Bianbianhuashui started talking nonsense again, occasionally asking Qin Ze some information indirectly.
Most of the time, it was the Taoist who asked, and Qin Ze answered incoherently.
Qin Ze smiled in his heart, thinking that he was a suspect.
At night, his outfit was indeed a bit strange.
"I came to Xuecheng to meet a few friends. We haven't seen each other for almost three years. I wonder how they are doing now..."
Listening to Bianbianhuashui's sigh, Qin Ze was touched.
"Brother Shui, have you made new friends?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him.
Qin Ze turned his head and saw the Taoist carrying a wooden box, the scholar in white, and the slightly vicissitudes of life Brother Biao.