Chapter 2191 Death of the Saint

"It's just a minor injury, not a big deal." Huang Mao laughed and weighed his arm again, "Look at my arm, it was broken into seven or eight pieces once, and it recovered in less than a month. Don't put such a heavy psychological burden on yourself with this minor injury."

Seeing that he was avoiding the main point, Xu Huo smiled and said, "There's no need for cooperation, but I can give you some reference."

Huang Mao clapped his hands, "Just your words!"

Then he got up and went to help Ah Hai take pictures.

Two hours later, they entered the third satellite city.

Unlike the leisure of the previous two satellite cities, this city is full of patrols composed of players and believers. In addition to public places, many high-rise buildings also have secret sentries, monitoring everyone in the city from all angles.

When Xu Huo and the other two arrived at the temple, there was a big conflict outside the gate of the temple. Players from outside the area and players from the temple confronted each other. One side wanted to enter, and the other side was not allowed to enter. It seemed that they had already fought a round, and there was a trend of intensifying.

"Will you get out of the way?" A long-haired player pointed at the people in front of the temple gate with the prop in his hand, "You are blocking the temple and blocking people. You are deliberately preventing players from outside the area from passing through!"

The players on the temple side also looked unhappy. The leader said: "I have explained several times that the temple has important matters to deal with today and will not receive believers for the time being. Believers cannot enter, so of course you cannot enter either!"

"It was the same excuse yesterday. What do you want to do?" The long-haired player asked coldly, "No matter what happens in your temple, it has nothing to do with us players who are passing through. Open the door, we will stamp it and leave. If not, more and more players will be blocked here. Let's see how you end it then!"

The temple side is of course under pressure. Even if they don't care much about the threat, they have to consider the views of other believers, and the repeated provocations of this group of people have made some believers begin to doubt.

After a short silence, the leader said, "I will inform the envoy of your request. After the envoy consults with the goddess, I will come to tell you the result."

After the other party finished speaking, he entered through the door with a crack. The players from the outside area were unwilling to give up and wanted to rush in while the door was open, but the next second, several people fell to the ground uncontrollably, and even couldn't hold the props.

"Damn it!" The long-haired player gritted his teeth when he saw this.

It is obvious that they have tried more than once. If they really couldn't get in, they would not have used direct confrontation and forced the temple to open the door.

The square outside the temple door was quiet again.

"What happened?" Ah Hai looked at the direction of the temple worriedly.

At this time, Huangmao squeezed through the crowd and said in a low voice: "Let's talk somewhere else."

Away from the crowded square, Huangmao told the news he had inquired about.

The reason was that the night before yesterday, the temple, which had never closed its doors, suddenly closed its doors and invited some believers who were worshipping inside at night to come out. At that time, it was said that the goddess had given an oracle to the messenger of God and some preparations needed to be made.

The believers left happily without saying anything and told their relatives and friends about this matter. Therefore, the next morning, which was early yesterday morning, a large number of believers gathered in front of the temple, saying that they wanted to listen to the oracle.

However, the messenger of God did not show up - the messenger of God really existed, not some messy inhuman creature, and some people had seen it before. With so many people at night, the believers could not help but think that this oracle must be very important, and the messenger of God must come out to announce it, but the messenger of God did not come out, and the temple was still closed, which made people wonder.

The believers were okay, but the key was the players from other areas. Although the number of players from other areas was not large, many of them had been trapped in the satellite city for a long time because they did not have the "stamp" of the messenger of God. Without the stamp, they could not enter the holy temple. If they could not enter the holy temple, how could they talk about passing the level?

And they don't know when the temple door will be closed, so the players are getting impatient.

They could at least bear it yesterday, but today the door is still closed. How could the temple's perfunctory rhetoric make the players from other areas wait obediently? That's why there was a previous conflict - when the temple is closed, the patterns inside and outside the temple are particularly powerful. No matter if you try to break in or climb over the wall, you will be attacked. In comparison, confronting the temple people head-on is a more convenient way.

"I also heard some gossip," Huangmao said, "It is said that the night before yesterday, someone saw a group of players from this area rushing in from other places, seemingly searching for someone, and then the temple was closed."

"Some people said that the holy relics of the holy temple were lost, some said that the saint defected, and some said that the goddess suddenly lost contact, and the messenger of God was anxious... There are many statements, with details, and many believers are spreading them privately."

"But I guess it is mostly those players who are fanning the flames."

Huangmao crossed his arms, "Even if there are really players from this area coming in, the news will not leak out. The believers are very tight-lipped. They should be trying to use these words to incite believers to enter the temple."

Only when believers begin to suspect that something is wrong in the temple, the temple will have to give a reasonable explanation.

Xu Huo agreed with his view. At least the goddess's loss of contact is problematic. The suspected goddess came to him yesterday.

But there must be something wrong with this partition.

Looking around, the square was full of believers who looked worried like Ah Hai. They gathered together, some praying, some discussing. The topic always revolved around the goddess and the temple. They were not very interested in the rumored loss of holy objects and the saint's defection. They were mostly worried about the safety of the goddess and the messenger of God. To be more precise, they were worried about the mood of the goddess and the health of the messenger of God. As for other things, they had not thought so deeply.

It seemed that it was difficult for believers to have problems, so the source of the problem should be the temple.

It was not until the evening that the door of the temple was reopened. A middle-aged man wearing a cloak and a hat brim covering his face walked out. The light was not good at night, and his upper half of his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult for people to see his eyes clearly.

"Messenger of God!" Someone recognized the man.

"Messenger of God!"

"Messenger of God!"

...

These two words echoed in the square like a wave, as if everyone had to shout it once, and it took a while to completely calm down.

The corners of the envoy's mouth curved up, as if smiling, and after a moment he spoke, "Don't worry, the goddess is fine."

With just eight words, the dull atmosphere in the square was swept away, and all the believers relaxed, and no one asked why the temple was closed.

The believers didn't ask, but the envoy took the initiative to explain, "A saint was killed."