The Preacher have been preaching for a long time.
The bodies in the morgue of the Inspection Team were the result of his preaching.
The empty heads of those corpses were clearly the result of their Spiritual Sea of Consciousness exploding.
Qin Ze deduced from this that it was highly likely because these people's Spiritual Sea of Consciousness could not withstand the Corruption.
The immense overload ultimately caused the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness to explode.
Qin Ze asked, "What were the cultivation levels of those corpses?"
Thousand Faces replied, "It varies from level two to level three."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ze couldn't help but frown.
That shouldn't be the case.
At first, he thought that those people died because their level was too low and their mental strength was too weak.
However, this is not the case now.
The old man downstairs who was being "preached" to was only at level three.
Moreover, this guy is from the Four Symbols Technique Black Tortoise Shield Team.
If it were the Azure Dragon Meditation group, it would be somewhat understandable.
After all, he spends every day cultivating his mental strength, so his mental strength is stronger than those guys in the morgue.
But the reality is that the old man's mental strength is on par with theirs.
If that's the case, why is the old man still alive and kicking after being preached to, while those other people are lying on their backs?
The Dharma King then continued, " The Snow City of today is different from the Snow City of three years ago."
"I just looked at the census records."
"Now there are almost no ordinary people or Level One Martial Artist left in Snow City; most are at least level two."
"Only the shop staff are Level One Martial Artist."
Qin Ze was taken aback.
Good heavens, no wonder the beast tide is getting fiercer and fiercer, but the people on the ground are used to it.
Their strength speaks for itself.
Qin Ze rubbed his temples.
The most urgent task now is to find the Preacher as soon as possible.
Otherwise, as time goes on, Snow City might turn into a city of fanatics.
But the Preacher was the Laoliu, so finding him became another problem.
After a moment's thought, Qin Ze came up with a plan to lure the snake out of its hole.
"Where is that old man who was being preached to?"
The Dharma King's enthusiastic voice rang out over the Local Area Network: "We're on trial for heresy, and we're about to burn him at the stake. The firewood's all piled up. Do you want to come down and light it?"
Qin Ze's lips twitched.
The last time he was this speechless was before.
Qin Ze said helplessly, "Don't burn it. Let him go back to that crossroads and continue preaching."
If Qin Ze wasn't mistaken, this clone should be the first one to be successfully "transmitted" so far.
The Preacher would certainly be very interested in him.
To avoid being followed, the body collection team split up on their way back.
Qin Ze was certain that the Preacher had not discovered this stronghold.
The Big Black will detect people hiding in the void near the stronghold.
If Preacher were to secretly observe using the power of an evil god, the Source of God would lock onto him at such close range.
Everything is calm now, and the Preacher has obviously been lost.
After all, when it comes to running away, these seasoned clones are professionals.
Especially since they are exactly the same size and height, even if Mama Qin came, she probably wouldn't be able to tell the real one from the fake one.
Therefore, Qin Jue's plan was very simple.
Use infected old things as bait to lure out Preacher.
As for whether it would work, Qin Ze didn't know.
Since there are no other options at the moment, we might as well try anything.
First floor warehouse.
The old man, tied to the pillar, grumbled, "Couldn't you have used someone else? The firewood's all set up."
After untying him, the Dharma King shrugged and said, "It's nothing serious. We'll continue when you get back."
The old man cracked his knuckles and muttered, "I feel like what you said sounds like a curse."
"I'm not going to waste time talking to you, I'm going to pass on the fire."
Having said that, the old man walked out of the stronghold with a flourish.
Qin Ze said in the Local Area Network, " The Dharma King should follow, along with a few more people, and be careful to stay hidden."
The Dharma King nodded. "Received."
With the Dharma King present, Qin Ze felt at ease.
The Preacher must not be very powerful, otherwise he wouldn't be so timid and secretive like a mouse.
As the meeting date drew closer, Qin Ze instructed Big Black to guard the house, then shouldered the Miss Sword Case and stepped into the snowstorm.
Pushing open the bar door, a warm breeze carrying a mixture of various smells hits you.
At his usual spot at the bar, Qin Ze saw that familiar figure again.
A smile crept onto his lips as he walked straight over.
He took a sip of orange Slacking on the Sidelines, and kept sighing.
As the bartender wiped the glasses, he said, "Long time no see. What's up? Quit drinking?"
Slacking on the Sidelines glanced at the orange juice in his glass, shook his head, and said, "I'm just commemorating an old friend."
The bartender didn't press the issue; instead, he changed the subject. "I have a new case here, the pay is good, would you like to take it?"
Without even thinking, Slacking on the Sidelines refused outright. "No, I have important business in Snow City."
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a burly man carrying a huge Sword Case sit down next to him, one chair away.
The bartender, seeing a new customer enter, immediately put on a professional smile, "What would you like to drink?"
Qin Ze pointed to the orange juice in front of him Slacking on the Sidelines: "Give me a glass of that."
"Hold on."
The bartender took out a few oranges and quickly prepared a full glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, pushing it in front of Qin Ze.
Qin Ze took a sip; not bad, it still tasted the same.
Slacking on the Sidelines and sat down next to Qin Ze as if they were old friends. He looked at the Sword Case and asked curiously, "Brother, are you a swordsman?"
Qin Ze shook his head. "I don't know how to use a sword."
Slacking on the Sidelines, a strange look on his face, said, "You don't need such a large Sword Case; it could hold at least seven or eight swords."
Qin Ze said calmly, "There are no swords inside."
The Slacking on the Sidelines even more confusing.
Passerby A then tugged at the Slacking on the Sidelines and said, "Don't go looking for trouble."
Qin Ze then noticed the Passerby A.
He's still the same nobody he was three years ago.
Qin Ze only noticed the other person's presence when they were clearly Slacking on the Sidelines.
Slacking on the Sidelines chuckled and said, "Just making friends, bro, you don't mind, do you?"
Qin Ze shook his head.
Slacking on the Sidelines and snapped his fingers, "Two beers, and some snacks, put it on my tab."
He then placed one of the cups in front of Qin Ze.
Is this your first time in Snow City, brother?
Qin Ze replied, "No."
"Judging by your full gear, you're preparing to go down into the Abyss, aren't you?" the Slacking on the Sidelines continued.
Qin Ze slowly sipped his orange juice. "Just taking a walk."
He then started rambling on Slacking on the Sidelines, occasionally trying to glean some information about Qin Ze.
Most of the time, it was the Taoist who asked the questions, and Qin Ze gave half-hearted answers.
Qin Ze smiled inwardly; they were treating him as a suspect.
His outfit was indeed a bit strange, especially late at night.
"I came to Snow City to see some friends. It's been almost three years since I last saw them. I wonder how they're all doing now..."
Hearing the sentimental remarks from the Slacking on the Sidelines, Qin Ze couldn't help but feel a little moved.
" Brother Shui, have you made a new friend?"
A familiar voice sounded behind me.
Qin Ze turned his head and saw the Taoist carrying a wooden box, the Scholar in white robes, and the slightly weathered-looking Brother Biao.