I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

When Zhang Yangqing saw Xiao Xuan setting up a mechanism near the supply truck, he knew what he was going to do.

Because when he came, Zhang Yangqing had already asked Xiao Xuan about his plans in advance.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know Xiao Xuan's action plan and it would be difficult to cooperate.

As soon as Xiao Xuan started to act, Zhang Yangqing notified the sinister actor and asked him to lead the team to gather at the designated place.

The entire city’s map and strategic deployment are now basically in Zhang Yangqing’s mind.

He could find a place where there were no blue camp soldiers, and let the sinister actor lead a team to pick up Xiao Xuan and move the supplies out of the car.

This way there is a high probability that it will not be discovered.

The boxes containing canned meat and sugar jars were naturally carried by the sinister actor himself.

When Xiao Xuan returned to the shelter, he found that everyone was waiting for him.

Because the civilians here have developed the habit of waiting until the prayer is over before they can obtain supplies.

Supplies are gifts from God. Even if they are right in front of them, they cannot touch them casually.

Xiao Xuan was very satisfied with this. He changed his clothes and started a new round of brainwashing.

At this moment, Xiao Xuan started to do something outrageous again.

In this cold late night, everything is silent except for the occasional sound of the wind.

In a simple room in the shelter, Xiao Xuan, dressed in priest's clothes, stood quietly in front of nineteen devout believers.

His figure seemed particularly tall against the backdrop of three blazing fires behind him.

Those bonfires were the "special effects" that Xiao Xuan had people prepare specifically for this prayer.

The flickering flames formed a sharp contrast with the darkness outside, illuminating Xiao Xuan's figure like a messenger from heaven.

In the eyes of the believers, Xiao Xuan seemed to be shrouded in a layer of holy light. That was the sacred mission given to him by God, making him their salvation in this end of war.

The believers knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with awe.

They stared at Xiao Xuan closely, as if they wanted to imprint his every movement and every expression deeply in their hearts.

I have to say, Xiao Xuan looks more like a priest than Sidney next door.

Even though Sidney tried his best to act, he was indeed no match for Xiao Xuan.

If Sidney knew, he would also say that there was nothing he could do because he was a paladin, not a cardinal.

Although outside the big screen, the cardinals, including Robert, felt that Sidney had embarrassed himself this time, and if they were on stage instead, they would definitely be better than Xiao Xuan.

But this is just empty talk, because they know in their hearts that when it comes to pretending to be cool, they may not be able to compare with Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan can use everything around him to show off and enhance his glorious image.

These are things that the serious cardinals lack.

The better Xiao Xuan performs, the greater the pressure on the Vatican.

In the Pope's view, perhaps only El Greco, who had freed himself from the "restrictions", could do it.

Because Greco was also so pretentious before he suppressed himself.

In the world of ghost stories, Xiao Xuan slowly opened his mouth and began to recite the words of prayer.

His voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to contain endless power.

As he chanted, the expressions of the believers became more focused and pious. They seemed to be able to feel a mysterious power from heaven, quietly nourishing their souls.

In the room, there was only the crackling sound of firewood, which intertwined with Xiao Xuan's prayers, forming a harmonious and sacred picture.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, all the pain and sorrow were isolated outside the door, leaving only tranquility and peace.

Isn't this the sense of picture? Zhang Yangqing needs this kind of shooting picture.

"This guy is really good. This documentary is probably mostly a one-man show for him. He plays the leading role very well."

Zhang Yangqing only said this in his heart, he didn't say it directly, otherwise Xiao Xuan would be arrogant.

If you want to praise someone, you should wait until you get out of the room to praise him. Zhang Yangqing will not blindly belittle his junior fellow apprentices. He will correct their mistakes and praise their merits.

I still remember that in the past at Mount Longhu, there was a Taoist priest who liked to use critical education, which caused some disciples to become resentful and defect from the sect.

But that is all in the past, that era is too long ago.

And Zhang Yangqing never stopped Xiao Xuan from showing off, because he allowed Xiao Xuan to steal the show. As for how Xiao Xuan stole the show, that was his business.

After a while, Xiao Xuan's prayers finally stopped.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

As the believers waited in anticipation, he took out biscuits, water, sausages and other food from a box beside him and distributed them to them one by one.

The amount this time is larger than before, ensuring that the believers have enough strength for the following activities.

"These foods are gifts from God. We must cherish each other more, support each other, and overcome difficulties together. May God bless us."

While distributing food, Xiao Xuan did not forget to promote it.

"May God bless you!"

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"May God bless you!"

"May God bless you!"

The believers took the food, their eyes sparkling with gratitude.

They knew that these foods were not only to satisfy their appetites, but also provided them with spiritual support from Xiao Xuan.

Today was another day when Xiao Xuan had to take on a lot of responsibilities. After he finished his work, he prepared to take a rest, but Zhang Yangqing's work continued.

He told the sinister actor to turn on the radio, and he and the other actors took turns listening to what was on the radio.

Try not to miss any detail.

This is a military radio, it must be able to receive some important information.

If Zhang Yangqing's guess is correct, the ghost story scenes may start to intensify tomorrow.

There were bursts of electric noise coming from the radio, which was a sign of unstable signal. The sinister actor patiently adjusted the frequency, hoping to find a trace of useful information in this chaotic band.

Finally, when he tuned to a channel, a clear and rapid conversation came into his ears.

"Call for support! Those weird zombies are coming to attack us! There are so many of them and their attack is fierce. We must get reinforcements as soon as possible!" An anxious voice sounded on the radio, full of urgency.

Then, another voice came over: "I just repelled a wave of weird zombies here, but the situation is still not optimistic. We must be prepared for a long battle."

Listening to these conversations, the sinister actor couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of tension in his heart.

He realized that these conversations were the headquarters of different military camps reporting on their battles with zombies.

However, the difference is that the army here is not the lone protagonist team in zombie movies. They have powerful equipment and well-trained soldiers.

Under the suppression of the army's firepower and the command of the commander-in-chief, the strange zombies were quickly suppressed and the military camp temporarily returned to peace.

The radio stations were reporting casualties.

The sinister actor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this.

In his opinion, it would be great if the army could suppress the strange zombies.

After all, the army is made up of human beings too. If you play the role of a soldier yourself, you will be able to blend in even if you encounter danger.

The weird zombies don’t care about you and will definitely kill those that are not of the same species.

In the eyes of the sinister actors, they have already endured three days, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will be over in three more days.

War is countless times more terrifying than prison.

Seeing the sinister actor's look, Zhang Yangqing did not mean to scare him, but instead reminded him: "Something big will definitely happen tomorrow, so listen carefully. I'll take a rest first."

This is a world of ghost stories, how could there be no danger?

(End of this chapter)