My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

The servant's return undoubtedly brought back an important piece of information.

Zhang Tailuo thought for a while, then simply used the body lifting technique to jump to the side of the leader of the Fire Fist tribe.

He was not worried about what the other party would think.

In the world of faith, the status of priests is inherently transcendent and has unlimited say.

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The stronger the priests of a tribe, the weaker the status of the corresponding clan leader.

Like those low-numbered rifts, some tribes will even vote for three to five clan leaders to "serve" the various requests of the priests.

When trouble occurs in the tribe, these poor patriarchs are pushed out to take the blame.

At present, the priest Thomas of the Fire Fist tribe is so powerful that Zhang Tai can guess what a miserable life the leader of the Somo tribe leads without even thinking about it.

And it was Shado who died now. Otherwise, if any priest from a surrounding tribe died around the Fire Fist tribe, Soma would have to take the blame and bear part of the responsibility for improper supervision.

"Hello, Chief Su of the Fire Fist Tribe, I am Zhang Tai, the high priest of the Zhushikeng Tribe!"

Big palm-like hands descended from the sky and lifted Somo directly from the ground.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just here to ask you something!"

While talking.

Zhang Tai leaped forward, like an eagle grabbing a chicken, and forcefully carried Somo to the mountain col hundreds of steps away.

When he let go, Somo's arm was already covered in bruises.

This is how the patriarch of the world of faith is treated.

This is the transcendence of the priests of the world of faith!

"You're hurting me!" Su Mo timidly took a step back, raised his hand and rubbed his arm.

It hurt like a burning bee, like being stung by a bee.

However, Zhang Tai was still smiling and didn't think there was anything wrong with his rude behavior.

"I'm sorry, Chief Su. A foreign priest with a low serial number from the Rift died near your Fire Fist tribe. No matter who he was or what he did before, his death is like a lamp going out. It no longer matters now."

"According to the requirements of the No. 37 Crack Priest Affairs Office, I must investigate the true cause of Shado's death as soon as possible and report it. Otherwise, once the office investigates, Priest Thomas may not have any trouble, but you, Chief Su. ..That’s hard to say!”

Zhang Tai explained in a low voice.

Each radiation crack has a priest affairs office, which is responsible for supervising the priests of each tribe to prevent priests from going crazy and killing mortals, causing bad effects.

But at the same time, the Priestly Affairs Office also assumes part of the responsibility for safeguarding priestly rights.

Especially when a priest dies, once it is found out that the death was caused by a mortal, no matter what the reason, the office will capture the person and use him to kill him to demonstrate the transcendent status of the priests.

"Ah, this... this has nothing to do with our Fire Fist tribe! Zhang... High Priest Zhang Tai, you must explain it clearly to us!"

Sumo shook his head hurriedly, with a look of horror on his face, as if he had already seen the scene of his own execution.

See his reaction.

Zhang Tai, who wanted to threaten a few more words, couldn't help but frowned, but then he seemed to have thought of something, and his brows quickly opened again.

That's right, a clan leader who just took office was forced by an old guy like Thomas to go out and look for the oracle.

After such an extreme thing, although he didn't die, he was probably scared out of his wits.

"You don't have to be so afraid."

The gloom on Zhang Tai's face dissipated for a few minutes, and his face trembled, and he squeezed out a smile, "Whatever I ask next, what you answer, remember it, if you lie..."

"No, no, I would never dare to lie."

"very good!"

"First question...at what time did you hear the noise outside last night..."

Based on the information just collected at the battle scene, Zhang Tai asked carefully one by one.

In fact, after making a preliminary judgment, people's thinking will naturally be led astray unconsciously.

When Thomas was sure that he got a bargain, his questions basically revolved around this point.

During this period, in order to prevent Somo from lying and derailing his train of thought, he deliberately set up several verbal traps for testing.

But without exception, Sumo perfectly avoided all situations when he "told the truth".

"Aside from what you just said, is there anything else?"

"No...no more!" Sumo shook his head quickly, indicating that he had said everything he needed to say.

"No, you're lying."

Zhang Tai, who was smiling one second, suddenly turned droopy the next second.

He stretched out his hand without using any force. A faint magical light passed by and swept Somo away.

It flew seven or eight meters away and stopped when it hit a thick tree trunk.

puff.

As if his spine was about to break, Somo rolled on the ground in pain, wailing in pain.

Trying to attract the attention of others around you.

However, as soon as the sound rang out, it was suppressed by Zhang Tai's magic to stir the air, and it could only spread within one meter.

"I'll ask you again, you have to think about it!"

With a leap, Zhang Tai landed in front of Su Mo and repeated the question from the beginning again very quickly.

"Say, tell me, when!"

"Yes...it was after the noise broke out. We went out immediately after the noise broke out!"

"..."

One person asked, another person answered.

Compared with his initial answer, Somo's second statement changed slightly.

Including some key information, there are also discrepancies.

But it is precisely this that deepens the authenticity of the two statements.

"Damn, it seems that Shadu is indeed... lucky!"

Zhang Tai cursed in his heart.

Shado's death completely disrupted the previous plan.

Fortunately, the low-numbered priest still had half of Shadu left, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain this matter to Shadu's master.

"Go away, what happens next has nothing to do with your Fire Fist tribe."

Zhang Tai still smiled, but his eyes were a little cold: "But you must also know what to say to others later, right?"

"Clear, clear, I accidentally dropped myself and fell like this!"

Sumo nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, you're sensible enough!" Zhang Tai sneered, looked at Su Mo a few more times, and pulled away.

Just like he wasn't worried about the consequences of violently interrogating Somo.

Now he is also not worried about the consequences if Sumo tells this matter.

Just a mortal patriarch.

Just kill.

To die is to die.

That is to say, there is no way to catch Thomas now, otherwise he would want to destroy the Fire Fist tribe directly.

In this way, a lot of supplies can be saved.

But Zhang Tai didn't notice that just before he left, Su Mo looked up again.

It was a cold look that only appeared when looking at the dead.

A look that shouldn't appear on a mortal patriarch.

"Clan leader!"

After three or five minutes, Thomas descended from the sky like an eagle.

A counselor can win half a piece of the sky and enter the chess game with his own body.

Even though he knew in advance that if he wanted to deceive Zhang Tai, Su Mo had to go through this step himself.

But when he saw Somo lying half on the ground with blood spurting out from his mouth, Thomas inevitably became furious even though he was mentally prepared.

"Tolerate!"

Sumo half-closed his eyes and struggled to say a word.

If Zhang Tai hadn't deliberately adjusted his posture when he was thrown away just now, otherwise the skin injury alone would have taken two or three months of rest to recover.

However, as long as the thought of being able to temporarily cover up the trouble of Shado's death, all the injuries seemed to be worth it!

Aren’t the people who design the world betting that he acts in a high-profile manner and is unlikely to keep his head down?

This time, Sumo will do the opposite and keep a low profile to the end.

As long as Thomas can be allowed to develop, as long as he can acquire the talent for magic, all the troubles he is encountering now will disappear in an instant like a passing cloud.

And although the current injury is terrifying, as long as he has the help of psionic water, he can recover in two or three weeks at most.

"Hel me back, don't make any noise!"

Somo spoke again, and Thomas gritted his teeth and could only hold back all his anger.

If your skills are not as good as others, you can't complain.

He can take down Shadu in a sneak attack, but he may not be able to kill Zhang Tai, who is also at the third level, let alone the Yunxiao tribe behind Zhang Tai, which is a tribe of thousands of people with fourth-level priests in charge!

...

"What, Shado is dead!?"

Ben Lei tribe.

In the priest's hut, the second-level priest Mu Yun stood up in horror, with disbelief on his face.

That was Shado, a man recognized by the ‘god’ and a close disciple of the fifth-level priest.

How could he die quietly near a small tribe?

"The body is already on the way back. According to Zhang Tai, he probably provoked a passing priest who was also a low-numbered crack. The two had a fight, and Shado was defeated."

Clan leader Qian Jin said in a low voice.

Although Shadu is a priest worshiped by the Benlei tribe, the tribe has never placed any restrictions on him.

This also makes Shado often leave for two or three days for something, and everyone is used to it.

But this time no one expected that Shadu would die outside after leaving for just half a day.

If his fifth-level master knew this, wouldn't it mean that the entire Benlei tribe would be overthrown?

"What's the reason for this? Idiot Zhang Tai, does he think the priest of the low-numbered crack is a cabbage?"

Mu Yun looked nervous and couldn't stop cursing.

From Fissure No. 30 to Fissure No. 39, the comprehensive resource amount of Fissure No. 37 can only be regarded as mid-to-low.

This also makes the overall comprehensive combat power of the priests in the crack significantly weaker than that in the surrounding cracks.

In terms of the divine magic mastered by Shado.

If you want to defeat him head-on, you need at least a level three base and master a powerful offensive magic.

But how many such people are there in Crack No. 37?

You can count them on both hands!

As for Shado provoking a passing priest, this is even more ridiculous. Where did the high priest come from wandering around in the wild at night?

"Priest Mu, now is not the time to talk about this. We have to quickly figure out how to explain it to Shadu's master, otherwise if he gets angry..."

Qian Jin whispered a reminder and couldn't help but glance at the patriarch's shack.

Looking at the anger of a fifth-level priest, let alone the Benlei tribe, even looking at the entire No. 37 Crack, very few can bear it.

If there is really no way to explain Shado's death, it might be too late to run away now.

"What should we explain? Shadu's departure last night has nothing to do with us. If we want to explain, Zhang Tai will come and explain himself!"

Mu Yun had a tough tone.

But what he did next made Qian Jin stunned.

It only took less than five minutes for the Mu priest to pack up all the valuable items in the shed.

Including a half-man-high object that helps with practice, he also found a way to cut it into several pieces and put it in his backpack.

"What are you looking at? Why are you still standing there?"

After staring at Qian Jin who was stunned, Mu Yun wanted to continue talking, but he saw Qian Jin pointing behind him.

Hmm?

A warm air suddenly brushed across his neck, causing Mu Yun's movements to freeze involuntarily.

He turned around with difficulty.

What came into view was an old monk in a bright red robe, who had quietly stood behind him without knowing when.

"Mu Yun, what do you want to do?"

The old monk narrowed his eyes, with a smile on his lips, looking unusually "kind".

But the breath exhaled from the tip of his nose turned into a solid column of air, falling on the exposed skin of Mu Yun's neck, leaving bloodstains.

"Sha... High Priest Sha Ming!"

Mu Yun exclaimed in shock, and his legs and feet could not help but soften.

At level five, the means of the priests are like those of gods and demons, and mortals cannot estimate them.

Even if the opponent stood still and let him bombard with magic, there would be absolutely no possibility of breaking the defense!

"My last disciple died so quietly, do you think that the old monk is useless?"

Sha Ming smiled, stretched out his right hand, and gently stroked Mu Yun's face.

An incomprehensible scene happened.

Mu Yun's skin, which was just flushed, changed color quickly, as if all the blood in his body was gathered to the place where Sha Ming touched. In the blink of an eye, his face turned red, but other parts became as pale as a dead person.

Hmm.

Hmm...

Mu Yun struggled painfully, but it was just a conscious self-rescue.

In Qian Jin's eyes, his head was getting bigger and bigger, like a soaked fungus, which looked very scary.

"Since you want to leave so much, why not give the old monk a hand?"

Sha Ming's smile became even stronger.

He gently raised his right hand, and streams of bright red blood continued to seep out of Mu Yun's facial features with this action.

At first, the blood just gathered and swirled in the air.

But as Sha Ming slightly opened his lips, he rushed in like a tired bird returning to its nest.

Gulp.

Gulp...

Sha Ming licked it with big mouthfuls, and more and more blood was swallowed into his stomach.

Mu Yun's expression became more and more listless, and even his swollen head returned to normal and was still shrinking.

"Sha... Spare... Spare me!"

Mu Yun finally regained a little control of his body after his blood was swallowed.

He raised his left hand with difficulty and kept slapping the ground, trying to attract Sha Ming's attention.

However, how could Sha Ming, who was immersed in blood, pay attention to his pleas for mercy?

Blood gushed out, and Mu Yun became smaller and smaller.

Under Qian Jin's gaze, in just one minute, the 1.8-meter-tall Mu Yun was reduced to less than one-fifth of his original size, not even as big as the object he sawed open.

"Qian Jin, don't be afraid. I won't punish an obedient child at random!"

After draining Mu Yun's blood to recover from his injuries, Sha Mingshuang moaned and a strange blush appeared on his face.

He looked at Qian Jin, who was shaking like a sieve, with satisfaction, took a step back, and sat on the wide armchair.

"The Benlei tribe can't be saved. Pack your bags and we'll move to another place!"

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