This reaction is quite wrong.

In the era of hell catastrophe recorded in history books, Zoroastrianism was the savior of homeless survivors. It lurked in the corner of the dark earth full of crisis, established one shelter after another, and actively went out to accommodate more survivors to preserve the last fire of human civilization in its own way. Even if I have never believed in history books and have never felt a deep enough intimacy with religious believers, I must admit it according to my own life experience. Most of the regular Zoroastrians are good guys.

However, the three people in front of me seemed to classify Zoroastrians and the undead as things that threaten their own survival. I vaguely realized that I might hear some information that subverts my common sense in the future.

"We are not Zoroastrians," I said.

The leader looked at Hu Ma seriously, and the latter hurriedly said, "Neither I am."

"I'm sorry, please tell me again." said the leader.

"Aren't you able to detect lies? It's not enough to say it once?" I asked back.

The leader shook his head, "It must be confirmed again and again when it comes to Zoroastrianism."

It seems that the wreckage of the living dead who was burned by Hu Ma before aroused his suspicion. Anyway, it was not a difficult thing, so I fulfilled his meaning and repeated my previous words. Hu Ma also followed suit. After hearing this, he finally felt relieved, and then took off his helmet, revealing a face of a man in his forties, and said apologetically: "I am really sorry, I misunderstood you. I will make good compensation in the future, so please forgive me."

"I don't mind." I was telling the truth. Because when it comes to suspicion, I am also each other.

I also have some doubts about them.

People who have been surviving in such ghost places for a long time are either crazy or are about to go crazy. These three people are probably no longer healthy people psychologically. To be honest, they are probably all "people with brain problems". Now they look like they want to make things worse with us, and they might turn around and kill them with a ferocious look. Never take it lightly.

Hu Ma interjected the sentence next to him, "If we were Zoroastrians, would there be any trouble?"

"I'm going to have a big trouble." One of the people opposite spoke, "Don't you know? Zoroastrians are all evil pagans. They don't care whether they will die or not, but they are extremely obsessed with harming their fellow humans. Once they are caught, they will become living sacrifices in the blood sacrifice ceremony and be burned to death during the ceremony."

"What!" Hu Ma said in shock.

"Although it sounds incredible, it is now this world. No matter how crazy people are, there are all kinds of people." The man continued, "The Zoroastrians are even more serious in the group of madmen. They are acting in groups. I heard that the objects of their sacrifice are not even the gods of this world, but the gods of other universes."

The keyword "Divine Gods in other universes" caught my ears.

Isn’t Hasta, which my blood sacrifice ritual pointed to, also the “gods of other universes”?

However, shouldn’t the object of Zoroastrianism point to the sun of this world?

While thinking, I asked: "Will the sacrifice to the gods of different universes be punished by the local universe? Will I not die well?"

"You know a lot." The man looked at me unexpectedly, "Yes. He will be punished by God, and his death is also quite cruel. But they don't care."

"Okay, this is not a place to stay for a long time." The leader intervened in the conversation, "Let's go back to the shelter first."

He asked us again, "Are you here too?"

Hu Ma cast a questioning look at me again and nodded.

Yes, the three people in front of me are indeed untrustworthy. But in such a ghost place, no matter how terrifying the threat brought by humans, it is far less terrifying than the threat brought by the undead. If they have any conspiracy, then we will continue, which is much better than wandering around outside in a daze. If it were other occasions, I would not be so careless, it was really caused by the environment.

The leader took out a map from his backpack and looked down. Then he put away the map, opened the manhole cover on the side of the road, and took the lead in.

So that's the case. If you pass through the underground waterway, you will at least not be attacked by the living dead. The map just now probably recorded the detailed route of the underground waterway.

We all followed one after another.

The underground waterway here was unexpectedly "clean", and it seemed to have been wasted for a long time. Although there was a lot of garbage, it didn't have much annoying smell. The three of them walked in front first, all equipped with flashlights, and there was no need to be afraid of insufficient light sources. At the same time, the leader turned around and asked us: "Switch each other's names first. My name is 'Prophet'."

He pointed to the two people around him again, "He is a 'soldier', she is a 'nun'."

The soldier is the one who explained the Zoroastrians to us just now, and the nun is the one who has never spoken since the beginning. Hearing the prophets, the latter is actually a woman, because she is wearing a helmet and wearing a dense dress, so she can't tell.

"Where are you two? By the way, please explain in advance, don't say your real name." The prophet reminded kindly.

"Why?" The person who asked was still Hu Ma.

"The undead who can kill unconditionally as long as you know your real name." said the prophet, "Maybe you have left the town now, but don't be careless."

"So that's it." I first recorded the information that might not come in handy, and then made up a pseudonym, "My name is 'Hei'."

As he said that, he pointed at Hu Ma again, "His name is 'Bai'."

The prophet nodded, expressed his memory, and then instructed with thoughtfulness: "Remember to change it again in forty-eight hours. We all do this."

"Wouldn't that be very difficult to remember?" Hu Ma said in confusion.

"What you want is hard to remember." The prophet said solemnly, "Otherwise, the pseudonym can be used as a real name after a long time."

They were so careful that they had reached this point. But if they were not careful enough, they probably wouldn't live now.

The prophet was about to continue saying something. Suddenly, the three of them swept a suspicious black shadow in front of them.

I immediately grabbed Hu Ma's shoulder so that he would not act rashly; the three people walking in front immediately stopped moving forward as if they were facing a great enemy.

We looked over carefully and found that the black shadow was really just a "black shadow".

Simply put, this is a shadow that has nothing to do with any object, like a pool of ink marks sprinkled on the ground, and its shape changes all the time, and if it gathers into a circle, the diameter will be about one meter. I can't recognize what this black shadow came from, but since none of the three of them did, I didn't move smartly, and I didn't make a rash statement. At the same time, I was also prepared to stop it if Hu Ma acted rashly.

After a moment, the black shadow swam from the ground to the wall like a quick fish, and then moved to the distance until it disappeared at the corner.

After three minutes, the prophet said in a daze: "Let's go."

So we got off again.

"Which was just now?" Hu Ma asked in fear.

"We call it "Roaming Dark", which is also a kind of undead." The person who spoke was a soldier. "If someone accidentally touched it, the color of the whole body would instantly turn black, and then be absorbed in by the Wandering Dark." He deliberately used two moments to show how difficult it was to react at the speed of the attack.

"But according to the divination of past media, those who are absorbed will not die." The prophet said, "Even those who are absorbed a long time ago do not seem to die."

The nun who had not spoken finally spoke at this time, "I would rather die than end up with such a ignorant ending."

No one spoke again after that.

Everyone was on guard, and the silence continued until the exit of the underground waterway.

We climbed up the ladder that was fixed to the wall.

After opening the lid, the outside world was not outdoors, but indoors.

To be precise, it is the interior of a building that looks like a department store, and it seems that this is the refuge mentioned by the Prophet.

There were still many people around. After a rough count, there were about thirty in their sight. Some were sitting on the ground, some were against the wall, and some were whispering. Seeing us opening the lid (a square iron cover) and coming out of it, everyone focused their attention. Then an eight or nine-year-old child ran over first and shouted happily: "It's hanging upside down... no, it's the prophet's uncle! They are back!"

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After a brief exchange, I finally grasped a more specific situation.

It turns out that the prophet is not only the leader of the team, but also the leader of this refuge as the only psychic here.

If we evaluate it by alliance standards, the prophet is about a first-level psychic. Because of its expertise in exploration, we always lead a team to collect supplies outside. There are more than 90 people hiding here, and the prophets are deeply trusted by them.

Before the undead broke through the strange word "enchantment" and attracted my attention, the department store was abandoned for a long time. The prophets were like a fanatical doomsday lover, and they transformed it on a large scale into a refuge in peace and became a refuge. Then, when the disaster came, they accepted the survivors who fled here one after another, so that so many people could survive.

A large amount of survival supplies and tools were stored in advance in the shelter. All windows were closed with cement, and the entrances and exits were re-blocked with iron doors. The interior was equipped with an engine to provide electricity. However, in order to save resources, it would not be used until important moments.

In addition, the prophets have designed many emergency plans and made a lot of preparations inside the shelter.

But if you want to spread the statement, it is too long, so I will just mention it here.

"What is the 'enchantment'?" I asked the prophets.

"A hundred years ago, there was an extremely powerful psychic here, but he was out of control." The prophet said about the dream monster. "A moment before he finally became a monster, he sealed himself and set up a barrier covering the town. The monsters in the seal will provide spiritual energy to the barrier uncontrollably, and the barrier has the function of forbidding all undead invasion of the town."

How is that possible, I thought to myself.

Not to mention monsters, even a particularly powerful undead cannot have the ability to forbid all undeads from invading a certain place. Unless it is a doomsday god, or a withering that does not know whether it really exists.

There are 80% certain lies or misunderstandings in this.

At this time, a man with a dark expression walked to the prophet and said, "Where is someone in the shelter who witnessed the 'murder in the form of a living dead man outside. What should we do?"

Hearing this, the prophet's face changed and then fell into deep thought.

Hu Ma looked at me in confusion. I knew what he wanted to ask, and it happened to be within my knowledge, so he replied: "The so-called mirror man refers to a dead soul that appears on the same appearance as the witness, but usually takes the form of a corpse. Once he witnesses it, no matter who it is, he will die within a week, and the specific law of death depends on the form of the corpse of the person in the mirror. Since the person witnesses the mirror man in the form of a living dead, it means that he will inevitably become a living dead within a week... Although this is not dead in a sense, it is better to die."

"I will definitely die?" Hu Ma asked, "There is no way to crack it?"

"There has never been a record like this." I said.

"There are no psychics?" Hu Ma asked.

Psychic? I didn't answer. Not to mention Psychic, even elves and gods died in this absurd historical period, even if they were elves and gods, they would be almost as easy as the unlucky person who witnessed the person in the mirror.

"The person in the mirror is also unsolved. There is no way to do this..." The prophet showed a bitter smile and said to us, "I'm sorry, please leave this refuge and go somewhere else."

"Why?" Hu Ma said in surprise.

The prophet looked around, while the others looked at him without saying a word.

Then the prophet spoke, rather than giving his own decisions, he read out the decisions of all people in his mouth, "because we will not give up that person."

"Are you sure? If you keep him, there will definitely be a living dead and the undead who will pour into the shelter together. No matter how many emergency plans you have or how many preparations you have done, it will not be enough when you use the undead as your opponent. The worst case is to destroy it." I said to him, "Then it will not be over if you die. All those who are not psychics will eventually become living dead people who are worse than death."

"Living in this kind of ghostly world, we no longer want to continue living. Instead of becoming more decayed in order to survive, it is better to take this opportunity to end everything here." The prophet said expressionlessly, "Don't worry, everyone can die well at that time, and ensure that even the soul will not be left behind. They will neither become a living dead nor be captured by other inexplicable undead souls and fall into endless torture."

The child next to him also turned his face and showed an innocent smile, "The uncle of the prophet has implanted a psychic bomb for us. As long as he is still alive, we can all die!"

It was like his mother who touched his head and smiled extremely gratefully at the prophet. The prophet also smiled.

Hu Ma looked at all this in shock. He seemed unable to understand, and could not understand this view of life and death that violated common sense. As an "outsider", I can only be silent. In this era, even death with a scattered soul is a treasure that is hard to obtain.

At this moment, the seldom talked the nun rarely asked the question: "So, what should Doctor Torino do?"
Chapter completed!