You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 354: Good People in the End of the World
By the time the emperor had arranged everything, it was already the fifth day.

The leaders of the major tribes also saw some of it through the screen. The angry ghost woke up on the morning of the third day. She had been in a coma since she was sucked in by the reformer.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a head sitting on the piled-up table opposite me. I was also shocked.
The second time she recognized the head as her god, she was startled again. She tumbled off the bed and nearly knocked over the table where the emperor's head was placed.

Even a little less strength would be blasphemy.

"How come you only have the essence left?

"What can I do to make you 'grow' a body?

"I, I'll give you my body, is that okay with you? If you don't mind—"

The angry ghost said a lot at once. Although she was a little rash and rude, the emperor was very pleased with her kindness.

"That's enough." The emperor raised his voice a little, and the angry ghost immediately quieted down and knelt down in front of the table.

"At your service."

The angry ghost forced herself to calm down. Facing the current situation, she had ten thousand questions in her mind, like a hundred claws scratching her heart and ants crawling around.

Why does God only have a head left?
Why did it feel like God had fallen before, and the blessing had disappeared, but now it appeared in a strange form?

What was the monster that appeared in the yard before he fell into a coma?
Now that God has appeared here, what about those who previously pretended to be God? Did God punish them?
She tried her best to suppress her curiosity. Her years of apostolic experience told her that God would tell her what she needed to know.

If she doesn't need to know, there's no need to ask.

"Come in." God said again, and the door opened with a creaky sound. The two-faced turtle walked into the house timidly.

The angry ghost looked at her in surprise until she walked over and stood beside the god.

"How dare you!" The angry ghost scolded her for being rude. How could she stand directly next to God?

"Red Eagle, no problem," the Emperor said. Red Eagle was the name of the Angry Ghost. After she became an apostle, few people called her that anymore. The Emperor continued, "This is your new First Apostle."

"This..." The angry ghost found it a little hard to accept for a moment.

What?, fake became real?

She looked at the cowardly two-faced turtle, then at the almighty God. Finally, she kowtowed deeply:
"Do your will."

"Next, I will leave the tribe with the First Apostle for a while. You will be responsible for handling tribal affairs."

The emperor said something else, which made the angry ghost even more confused. Although she was very devout in her faith, she couldn't help but look embarrassed at this moment.

After struggling for a while, he mustered up the courage to say:
"Can I serve you—" At this point, she looked at the two-faced turtle and said, "The First Apostle will take charge of the tribe."

This time, before the emperor could refuse, the two-faced turtle spoke first.

She waved her hands repeatedly: "I, I can't do it!"

"I have made up my mind. You should be prepared in the next few days." After the emperor said this, he let the two-faced turtle carry him out.

Under the envious and disbelieving gaze of the angry ghost, the two-faced turtle left her with a slender back.

On the morning of the fifth day, served by angry ghosts and servants, the two-faced turtle held high the emperor's head and walked up the mountain vulture.

This time was different from the previous times. Although the tribe was also short of supplies, it was the emperor's trip after all, so they provided a lot of necessary items.

The most excited person was the Angry Ghost, her whole body trembling, her face flushed. She stared at the Emperor and the Two-Faced Turtle from beginning to end.

When the mountain vultures took off, bringing with them gusts of wind, the angry ghost was still watching them in the wind.

"His Majesty has gone far away. Let's go back, Apostle." said the waiter. Now his backer is the angry ghost.

He repeated his words twice, but the angry ghost still stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the direction where the big bird flew away.

When the waiter got around to the angry ghost, he saw that she was breathing rapidly and her face was flushed.

There were even crystal tears in her eyes. She twisted her fingers tightly together and said to herself with a slightly ambiguous tone:
“I envy that little girl, who can hold the head of God;

“What a rare honor!
"Really—it makes me wet just thinking about it!"

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On the mountain vulture, Xiaoyun sat at the front, guiding the big bird.

Chi Ping sat behind Hoba, using him as a windbreak, and chatted with him from time to time:

"Will you kill Yin Tianzheng when you go back this time?"

"He's guaranteed to die."

Hoba had a silly smile on his face.

On the other side of the two-faced turtle, the angry ghost brought a golden box for the emperor. The outer surface was carved with repeated patterns, birds and beasts, mountains and rivers, sun and moon.

The interior is lined with soft fur, making it comfortable for the emperor to stay in, while also preventing him from attracting attention and causing trouble.

There are several small holes in the golden box from the inside to the outside, which makes it convenient for the emperor to see the situation outside.

Didn't Chi Ping think at first that the golden box and the head were not as conspicuous?

But he immediately realized that when there was plenty of material wealth, gold could become currency. But in the current situation, the World United Government only recognized points, so it should be fine.

If that doesn't work, you can wrap it with a layer of cloth.

It took a full day to fly from the tribal territory to the World United Government's territory. The fortresses on the United Government's side were numbered from 1 to 120, preceded by a location prefix and a letter.

There are nearly 500 small and medium-sized fortresses in total. The smaller the number, the closer it is to the central bunker, and vice versa.

By the time Ikehira and his group arrived near the East A111 Fortress, it was already evening.

The fortress was adjacent to an abandoned city, and considering the large bird's unnoticeability, entry to the fortress required identity verification. Including the Emperor, the five of Chi Ping's group couldn't even muster a single resident card.

I had lost my Hoba resident card long ago, and even if I had it, I couldn't use it. The card number 000002 was so high-end that it looked fake.

It is worth mentioning that the de facto supreme leader of the current coalition government, Law Commissioner Yin Tianzheng, is 000001.

As for Xiaoyun, she was only a registered A-level user with the Federation. Obtaining resident status was easy; she had to either surrender her supplies or declare she was employed at a fortress.

But she didn't want to do any of them.

Not to mention the other three.

It's not that they can't break in, but both Hoba and Ikehira are reluctant to see innocent people killed or injured;
Another reason is that they were aiming to capture Yin Tianzheng alive or behead him, so naturally they would make less noise.

The group found a relatively clean place in the abandoned city. Thanks to the gifts from the tribe, their bedding, blankets and other items were all very good.

But the two-faced turtle had a sad face all the time because she had to sleep in the same room with a human head, separated by a screen.

Before going to bed, Xiaoyun took several of her B-level and above ferocious beasts to replenish the number of beasts in the nearby area.

When the moon was at its highest point, Xiaoyun went into Chi Ping's room.

She gently pushed Chi Ping, and when he opened his eyes, she asked:
"Are you asleep, sir?"

"What do you think?" Chi Ping was a little speechless and sat up.

Fortunately, Xiaoyun didn't say something as crazy as "wake up and go back to sleep", but pointed outside:
"I found something I thought might be of interest to you."

So, Chi Ping and Xiao Yun took advantage of the night to jump between the high-rise buildings in the abandoned city. After walking for about five or six minutes, they saw bursts of fire in the distant building.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear human voices.

The tone and voice sound like someone reciting or singing a blessing.

What religion is it?

Chi Ping pondered the fire, which was coming from the sixteenth floor of a building. The windows on that floor had completely fallen out, and the night wind rushed in like a school of fish being chased by their natural enemies, making people's teeth chatter with cold.

Chi Ping and Xiao Yun were much stronger than ordinary people. They stood on the table where the air conditioner outdoor unit was usually placed and looked inside quietly.

There were about a dozen people inside, most of them disheveled and slovenly. They were burly men, carrying guns and blades.

They were gathered around a bonfire with a man tied to the side.

The kidnapped man was about forty years old. At first glance, two things struck Chi Ping:

The first was skinny, almost unrecognizable. His chest was bare, his ribs and sternum stretching his skin into a skeletal shape. His cheeks were sunken, and his whole body was slender and fragile. He seemed as if a gust of wind would send him tumbling.

The second is spirit!

His eye sockets, like his cheeks, were sunken in. But his eyes and his spirit were very powerful and full of energy!
It's like a last glimmer of light, like life is burning.

It's worth mentioning that the man was wearing a collar around his neck. Upon closer inspection, Chi Ping discovered that it might be a super suppressor!

Xiaoyun pointed at the man wearing the suppressor and said, "Idealist."

In this world, from Rachel whom Chi Ping first met to the two-faced turtle who was almost forced to be honored, the way of thinking in this world is all based on considerations of interests.

I haven't seen an idealist yet.

Just as Chi Ping was about to ask for clarification, he heard Xiao Yun add, "You are a good person, and he might be a good person too."

Chi Ping didn't understand why Xiao Yun said that, but then he heard the man with the suppressor continue to recite:
“I hope that spring will return to this land;
“I hope that the soil will once again bear abundant fruit;

“I wish that people would not have to fight for a mouthful of food;

"I wish—"

Chi Ping arrived at the wrong time. Listening to this incoherent recitation, he just felt that this man was a little bit crazy, not an idealist.

But Xiaoyun said, "Please listen again."

Chi Ping listened patiently:

“O latecomer, our predecessors have sacrificed countless lives to explore for you some of the features of the Millennium Catastrophe;
"Please start stockpiling food once you have enough. Prepare food that is easy to store, be wary of monsters in the fog, and be wary of those who would spy on your resources.
"During the catastrophe, the biggest problem wasn't the man-eating monsters, but the climate, the temperature, and the decline in food production—"

The man talked a lot about the precautions for the catastrophe, probably to warn future generations.

As he spoke, a child in the corner was recording what the man said, hammering it into a piece of iron sheet half a man's height.

Hopefully, new civilizations will discover these.

A man was captured by refugees in the wilderness. Before he died, he did not think about escaping, but about giving some warnings to those who came after him.

In the midst of a catastrophe, this is considered a rare act of kindness.

Then, Xiaoyun added a few more words: "I listened to their conversation before. He——"

Xiaoyun pointed at the man reciting the poem and said, "He seems to be a garrison commander, betrayed by the merchants and dignitaries in the fortress. The dignitaries and the people outside worked together to capture him and hand him over to these refugees."

The garrison commander, the highest-ranking officer of the fortress.

Chi Ping nodded thoughtfully, and Xiao Yun added:
"He seems like a good official."

As the chief of garrison, can he have access to the top leaders of the coalition government?

Ikehira scratched his head.

(End of this chapter)