The scene in the watchtower where the illusion had been laid was especially eerie at this moment.
Two corpses with their hearts pierced through stared blankly with their eyes open. Lying on the ground, they spoke with their mouths agape.
"Our god is the supreme new"
Before they could finish, Lin An directly sent a burst of Revival power to interrupt them.
He knew these brainwashed idiots would only say things like this.
Try another approach.
"What does your god look like? How big is he? Is he male or female?"
"Swish."
Lin An tossed over two sheets of white paper and some pens, intending to have the corpses draw a picture.
However, the two corpses merely sat motionless with the pens in their hands and mechanically said:
"I have never seen God."
Lin An:
Several minutes later, after Lin An had finished asking the last few questions, he casually shook his hand and reduced the two corpses to dust before lowering his head in thought.
Interrogating corpses was indeed useful.
But only if the other party knew the answers.
These two revived corpses were just like Xiao Ai before the apocalypse: they answered one question at a time, but whenever anything related to religion or gods came up, they turned into scripture-reciting machines.
They were practically artificial idiots.
According to the two men, their ranks were too low, and they had never undergone baptism—the ceremony in which one met God.
Even during the church's regular sermons, the two were taught by low-level "preachers."
The only useful information was the church's overall structure.
It was more or less as Lin An had imagined. At the very top of the entire church was the god, who was suspected to be the Zombie Emperor.
The next rank was the pope, a young