I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

The city of listening.

This sacred land on earth remains peaceful and prosperous, and a large amount of food is brought in every day and distributed to the devout believers for free.

Here, they don't have to worry about survival, and they don't have to worry about disease and disaster.

Just pray and sing to God, and there will be endless milk and honey, and under the protection of great power, disease will not be able to infest here.

Many people never leave that high wall in their lives.

They don't know what the outside world is like, and they don't want to know.

In fact, beyond the towering wall is the wide waters, and the whole city of listening is built on the islands in the lake.

Food is delivered by boat every day, and the garbage generated in the city will also be transported out and discarded by special boats at night.

At this moment, the sky has disappeared, and it is evening.

Dozens of boats carrying garbage have already driven out mightily through the side gates, heading towards the west side of the lake.

In the dim light, the magnificent City of Listening turns into angular shadows, and the Great Lake turns into a deep, gloomy gem.

And those ships drifted from the shadow of the giant city into the lonely dim light, and the little lights hanging on the bow made it like a ghost ship receiving ghosts.

The fleet started work earlier than usual.

Because there was no demolition and demolition in the background, a large pile of rubbish was handed over to them.

This was unimaginable in the past.

Because there are a large number of extraordinary people in the city, they are responsible for the construction. If the old houses need to be demolished, they will use the original materials to reshape them.

But now...

The person carrying the garbage did not dare to ask more.

Standing on the boat and looking at it, there is a flat river on the west side of the lake, and the other three sides of 670 are the same, but it is very abnormal to put it on the west side.

Because the garbage in the City of Listening will be dumped here, it stands to reason that the accumulation of thousands of years should have long ago formed mountains.

But it doesn't.

So very abnormal.

The team leader is very clear, all this is because of what.

It didn't take long for these boats to dock on the pier on the shore, and the originally dark and dead place suddenly made a loud noise.

It's like a lot of monsters lurking here have woken up.

The person in charge of the fleet raised his right hand, and a streamer rushed out, blasting out a "boom boom" fireball.

The dense movement then subsided.

The firelight illuminated the source of the sound. It was a group of ragged people, men and women, old and young, with numb eyes, like corpses.

Children of several years were mixed in, and their eyes were equally dull.

"Come in order, don't mess up." After the fleet leader finished speaking, he led his subordinates to the pier and waited in the exquisite lounge.

Those ragged people lined up to upload, and then dimmed the fire to observe what the object was.

If it is the leftovers, they will deflect their steps, carry them first, and grab a handful of them into their mouths to fill their hungry stomachs.

Only at this time, they will show some remaining agility.

These people were scrawny, black and unrecognizable, and their bare chests were full of clear rib marks.

But they carried a hundred kilograms of heavy objects without saying a word, and staggered to the shore (ccdf) land and walked into the darkness.

The child squatted down and picked up the debris that had fallen on the ground.

In the lounge next to the crew, the crew lit bright lights, set up fruit plates and drinks, chatted with each other and laughed happily. The atmosphere was extremely warm.

When the food and drink ran out, the ship was empty.

So, this group of slightly drunk people also staggered onto the boat, and waited until they untied the anchor rope and left the stench.

And those ragged people who have just finished their work are scrambling for garbage in the dark, and everything that can be used is their goal.

They were dock laborers, but they were not paid.

Oh, and maybe there's a reward for that food that's thrown away, and stuff that goes on to come in handy.

All this is because they are the "sinners" appointed by the sect. As for why they were guilty, and what they committed, no one knows.

The ragged people who grabbed the food hurried further to the garbage dump.

There are many shabby shacks built with rotten sticks, rags, and some rubble.

An old man, unable to take over a young hard worker, was pushed to the end, and by the time it was his turn, everyone had already gone.

He searched all over the rubbish, but couldn't find any food that could preserve fruit, so he had to turn to the pile of stones to try his luck.

Because he was old and couldn't turn over the building fragments, he could only grope on the surface, but after turning around, he couldn't get his wish.

He sat quietly in the dark, didn't speak, didn't move, didn't know what he was thinking, like a wandering ghost.

The light shines from a distance.

The old man turned his head, and his cloudy eyes saw that the lights were lit up in the center of the lake, gradually illuminating the city of miracles.

Beautiful and stunning.

He stared blankly for a long time, his mouth kept moving, as if he was repeatedly saying "I am guilty" and "Only atonement can be saved"

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Until his stomach growled with hunger, the old man struggled to stand up and prepare to return to the shack that was leaking everywhere.

Suddenly, following the light from the center of the lake, a square object came into view.

Compared to other pieces, it stands out in its entirety.

The old man bent over to observe and found that it was a stone slab. When he reached out and touched it, he found that there were many complicated patterns on it, but unfortunately it was full of cracks.

However, because of the status of the Holy City in the hearts of the world, as long as it is an object that is transmitted from it, as long as it is generally complete, it has value.

But such opportunities are rare.

He finally got something.

Although starving tonight, maybe we can get some food if we gather the merchants tomorrow morning.

The old man bowed again and again in front of the simple statue in the shed, and then curled up in the cold all night.

The next day, the merchant with the animal cart arrived as scheduled, and people asked about the aroma of the food, and immediately flocked to take out the items that had been stored for half a month.

"No, these are worthless rubbish."

Merchant Morey inspected them one by one, repeating this sentence over and over again, working for a long time, only to receive two or three satisfactory goods.

This made him a little disappointed.

The crowd gradually left, and the old man limped over holding the slate, struggling very hard.

He accidentally injured his foot when he was carrying the harvest back yesterday.

Seeing what he was holding, Morey's eyes flashed, and from the remaining patterns, he recognized that he was once extraordinary.

"Sir, can you see if you can get this?" After placing the slate on the table, the old man hunched his back and asked weakly.

Morey pondered for a moment.

He actually wanted to offer a high price to help these people, but he also knew that with the role he played, this abnormal behavior would definitely arouse suspicion.

Therefore, Morey could only say with a philistine face:

"It's still complete, and it has some collection value for believers, but after all, it's cracked, and I don't know if anyone buys it..."

He touched his chin: "Forget it, look at you poor, I'll give you a piece of roasted meat, enough for you to eat."

After waving his hand, a servant immediately took out the fast meat from the car and handed it to the old man in the shape of rotten wood.

"Thank you, sir." The latter thanked him again and again.

The magnitude of its shaking revealed his face. When Morey saw it, he remembered that he had traded with him last time, and asked, "Why are you alone today, and your wife? 39

The old man bit the meat and was chewing it, ready to eat it quickly, so as not to take it back and be snatched away, he was stunned when he heard the words, and his actions gradually slowed down.

After a long while, he lowered his head and said in a smooth voice:

"She's not lucky. The last time I got a piece of meat with you, my lord, I haven't eaten it for too long, and I ate it so quickly that I choked to death."

Morey's hand clenched tightly for a moment, but quickly released it, the corners of his mouth pulled up the arc of listening to funny things, and reluctantly comforted:

"There are some people who are really unlucky, especially 'sinners' like you.

The old man also nodded and bowed: "The lord is right.

Morey greeted the servant to pack up his belongings, and then drove away slowly in the animal cart. After walking a long distance, he opened the curtain and looked back.

In the center of the lake in the distance, the majestic city of miracles stands as usual.

The rising sun is rising on its back, gilding it with a golden outline, making it even more sacred.

A fleet was swinging across the lake, heading for the gate.

Morey knew that, as usual, it was full of fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as delicious bread and wine.

In contrast, the large shabby shacks hidden behind the rubbish heaps are lifeless, like dead tombs.

Morey was expressionless, but his fists were tightly clenched in his sleeves, and his nails were almost embedded in his flesh.

The human society that the Holy Shield and the Secret Order have exchanged their lives for generations of martyrs should never look like this.

At this moment, his desire to create a new world is stronger than ever!