My dream connects to three thousand years later.

Chapter 70 Triple Defense
"I! Um..." Zhang Hai stammered, an embarrassed look on his face.

“I know you don’t have any money, so you owe me ninety yuan now!” Chu Zhu said matter-of-factly. Zhang Hai was a good person, so even though he was the abbot of the Third District Church, he didn’t have any money! Then, Chu Zhu took out a large Qian coin inlaid with gold thread from his pocket and placed it on the table.

He waved his hand magnanimously, "Give me twenty!"

Zhang Hai: "?"

Are you kidding him...? Wait, Zhang Hai's expression changed slightly. How did he suddenly owe money? Wait, you gave him a hundred... Shouldn't you have asked for ten yuan back?

Then, Zhang Hai saw that the boss looked gloomy, but acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and handed over two small Qian coins.

Zhang Hai: "..."

Wow! So, is this really how Captain Qi's subordinates who collect protection money...security fees, operate?!

No, since you only spent eighty, why do you want me to owe ninety?!

Picking up the returned coins and two invitations, Chu Zhu turned left and gently pushed open a well-hidden door, calmly stepping inside.

Seeing this, the burly boss nodded, confirming once again that they were not only under Captain Qi's command, but also probably had a very close relationship with Captain Qi... Otherwise, how could they be so familiar with each other on their first visit? He must have given them several instructions before coming!
"...that money." After walking for a while, Zhang Hai finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Oh?" Chu Zhu glanced at Zhang Hai, making him shrink back. "It's nothing!"

Zhang Hai kept reassuring himself that the money was something Chu Zhu had embezzled from the boss, and at least she got a 30% discount...

At least it wasn't a matter of making him pay the full 300 yuan!
Damn it, it still hurts so much.

As the head of the Third District Church, this is all the welfare and subsidies he receives in a month!
"...By the way, who is this Captain Qi?" Zhang Hai followed Chu Zhu for a while before finally suppressing his thoughts on this matter. In the dimly lit tunnel, he couldn't help but ask.

Of course, he wasn't deliberately causing trouble. Strands of divine sense were spreading out, allowing him to confirm that there was no one around, nor any ancient relics for surveillance purposes.

Ancient relics often contain the power of thunder, which can be detected by divine sense.

"You should have guessed it by now, right? The second district!" Chu Zhu's expression was noncommittal, his eyes deep. "If they don't have connections in the government... how could they be so successful on this street? And how is it possible that the higher-ups have swept through the area time and time again without finding any flaws or problems!"

Zhang Hai's eyelids twitched, and he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself. This was something even a fool could understand, but the key question was, why are you acting like we're all on the same side?

at last.

The two arrived at the end of the tunnel.

At the end was a string of curtains!
Faint, ominous sounds could be heard emanating from within...

The walls on the left and right sides are covered with a dense array of masks.

Chu Zhu casually took off a fox mask, hesitated for a moment, then took out a white eagle mask and handed it to Zhang Hai, "Put this on!"

After confirming that everything was in order, Chu Zhu gently opened the curtain, and then came the scene of bright lights and bustling crowds.

The lighting was indistinguishable from that in a real-world karaoke room, constantly changing and dazzling the eyes.

Men and women were reveling wildly. Many were even openly embracing! Men and men, women and women, men and women… the scene was utterly chaotic. A thick stench of hormones permeated the air! “What a grand scheme!” Zhang Hai’s face darkened. To him, these colorful, ever-changing lights were obviously ancient relics, but using ancient relics to create this atmosphere… he thought, “Truly outrageous…”

"It's not like this is your first time here, is it really necessary to act like this?" Chu Zhu rolled her eyes and slapped Zhang Hai hard on the shoulder, bringing him back to his senses.

Then, Chu Zhu handed the two invitations directly to the burly man standing at the door, who had sharp eyes and was nearly two meters tall.

His gaze swept over them, and a smile instantly appeared on the burly man's face. "Welcome! What special services would you like?"

“I’ll participate in the traditional activities first!” Chu Zhu said with ease. “Also, the guy behind me hasn’t been here in a long time… He’s a follower of the God Worshippers, you know?”

"Oh?" The burly man paused, then realized something, his expression turning somewhat strange. "So you're here... to attend Mass, right?"

mass……?
Zhang Hai silently watched the scene before him. To be honest, he was actually glad he had worn a mask—otherwise, he doubted he would have been red enough to be noticed by the person in front of him!

What kind of Mass can be held in this run-down place... Don't you know that the fundamentalist doctrine of the God Worshipping Society includes the Puritan ascetic practices... Although we don't talk about that now, it's still a bit too much for you to be doing this now... Hmm? Could it be that...

Zhang Hai belatedly realized what was happening and broke out in a cold sweat. So that's how it was; they called it the God Worshipping Society, but it was actually a code...

"Yes!" Chu Zhu smiled, leaned close to the burly man's ear, and whispered, "May the Lord's light shine upon the earth!"

The burly man's expression changed at that moment. He made the sign of the cross on his chest with a devout look, and then made an inviting gesture, "Tea Room Number Eight!"

Chu Zhu nodded and walked straight through the desolate scene.

soon.

We arrived at a new corridor.

Occasionally, one could see a few people lying unconscious on the ground, their faces filled with the blissful joy of reaching ecstasy, white foam occasionally bubbling from the corners of their mouths...

Finally, after another turn, we entered a deserted place.

There's a sign at the front of this corridor that reads: "Pipeline under repair, please do not enter."

Chu Zhu walked past without a care.

"...A disguise that's beyond imagination, yet so simple and unadorned!" Zhang Hai's eye twitched, but then his expression turned somewhat gloomy. "So, this Mass is actually..."

"It's just a triple defense!" Chu Zhu said in a cryptic tone. "First, there's the officially legal entertainment street, which is out in the open. Then there's the masked ball, which requires an invitation to enter, is less legal, and has rather perverse rules... But in reality, both of these are just a cover!"

Chu Zhu laughed, as if mocking something, or perhaps just laughing innocently, "What it's covering up is the Almighty Order's Mass ritual."

At the end of this pipeline maintenance corridor, there is a rusty iron gate, but the gate is not locked; it is simply secured with three turns of wire.

Chu Zhu unscrewed it, entered it, and then twisted the wire back up through the gaps in the iron fence.

(End of this chapter)