"Dang-dang-" the rich bells rang from the dome tower of the Temple of God, drifting slowly through the clouds and echoing for a long time.
The scorching sunlight shines directly on the gravel road, glowing with white light. At noon, people pour out from all corners of Crescent City, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, converging in the direction of the temple. Today is Friday, and a gathering is held once a week.
On the day of the festival, believers in Allah bathe, fast, visit the temple together, and pray devoutly to the gods.
Gordon poked his head out from behind the bundles of woolen blankets and listened to what was going on outside. It was dark around him, with various fabrics piled up in mountains, and the air was permeated with the special smell of textiles.
This is the warehouse of a small chamber of commerce, located in a remote area in the west of the city, and is specially used to store cloth and clothing. Gordon was seriously injured last night and did not dare to return to the hotel, so he simply hid in this warehouse to avoid the limelight.
The bleeding in his lower abdomen has stopped, but if he moves even a little, the wound will hurt like a tear. The knife wound on his arm is equally serious. The muscles are rolled outward, revealing bloody granulation, and the bones are also bruised. According to the current injury, at least he will need to be nourished.
It will take a month to fully recover.
This warehouse was rarely visited by people, so Gordon decided to stay here temporarily, sleeping day and night to recover from his injuries.
Through the slender door of the warehouse, Gordon saw robes of various colors fluttering outside, and countless figures walking barefoot on the hot road. He was supposed to join them and go to the temple to attend the ceremony and meet the stay-at-home guest.
He met the mysterious man who wrote the note. He had already found the paper seller and found the other party’s account books, but the largest transactions were with a foreigner who had already left the Kingdom of Sand. There was no way to trace the mysterious man.
's true identity.
However, Gordon had a vague guess about the role played by the mysterious man.
But now he has no choice but to give up on the appointment. The thieves will definitely use all their strength to counterattack, and appearing in public will only lead to death.
Gordon retracted his head and curled up, his figure obscured by overlapping tapestries.
Outside the door of the warehouse, the flow of people is still gathering towards the Temple of God. In front of the temple, everyone slows down, looks pious, and forms an orderly queue.
Following the believers in front of him, the black baboon washed his hands and face in front of the artificial fountain at the door. Although he was seriously injured, hobbled, and was in unbearable pain every time he moved, he still forced himself to walk inside.
There are majestic columns standing on both sides, arranged neatly and stretching towards the main hall. These columns are made of gray-white rocks, simple and unadorned, without any carvings, forming a colonnade as dense as a forest.
Passing through the colonnade, the black baboon saw a dense crowd of believers kneeling in the main hall, with their foreheads touching the ground, praying silently, and the atmosphere was sacred and solemn. He also bent his knees with difficulty and knelt down to pray. There were no treasures in the dome-topped hall.
There are no sculptures for worship, only magnificent and solemn giant walls surrounding it, existing in the most primitive state.
After a while, the temple host walked slowly to the stage. He was about forty years old, with a long and narrow face, sunken cheeks, deep and sharp eyes, and a protruding chin like a hard stone. The host looked around the crowd, and his eyes were inadvertently fixed on the black baboon.
He paused for a moment and then began to speak on the scriptures.
During his speech, he looked solemn and his tone was sonorous and powerful. Every word he uttered was like hammering a nail. After the speech, he led the crowd to praise God and pray sincerely. It was not until dusk that the entire gathering
ended.
Everyone left one after another, and only the host and the black baboon were left in the empty hall.
"Your heart is confused." After a while, the host said lightly.
The black baboon was still sitting on his knees, looking at the huge and majestic gray wall in ecstasy: "I was just thinking, the second child is gone\uff
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0cI will probably follow in his footsteps. This is our retribution, the punishment from God. In fact, I am tired of all this. Killing people and buying goods will only bring more pain. Death is not a relief."
The host stared deeply at the black baboon, with a sharp flash in his eyes, and burst into cold and high-pitched laughter: "What retribution? The second child was born as a child slave, you are an abandoned baby, and I am an orphan. We are born and raised, we owe nothing.
Anyone!"
The black baboon was silent, and the host also knelt down beside him, looked up at the full and dense circular ridges on the dome, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know why I believe in Allah?"
"For peace of mind?"
"Because only in the presence of God can people be equal."
"I do not understand."
"In front of the great gods, everyone is equally insignificant. They come naked and leave naked. The process in between is nothing more than putting on clothes and taking off clothes. What's the difference?"
"But those who were innocently massacred by us..."
"You are wrong! Who among the mortals in the world is truly innocent? If you want to eat meat, you have to kill sheep and cattle. Aren't cattle and sheep innocent? If you get a job, it will inevitably take away another person's job. Is that person?
Innocent? If you want to love, you must have hatred. Isn't hatred innocent?" The host stood up calmly and walked towards the back door of the hall. "We kill people and buy goods. It is God who uses our hands to cleanse the sins of those people's previous lives. No matter life or death, poverty or poverty.
Wealth and honor are all God's will and have nothing to do with you or me. Follow me."
The two of them walked through the main hall and entered a side hall. There were many niches in the hall, and each niche was lined with eight glazed windows, spaced apart from each other. The dark yellow sunset shined through the window, shining on a bundle of
The bulging white cloth was dripping with ink and filled with funeral scriptures.
The black baboon sighed, and the body of Jin Ya was wrapped in white cloth.
"There was a fire in the casino last night, and even the chief of the Shahu tribe was alarmed." The host stood in front of the arched alcove window, looking at the slowly setting sun behind the treetops.
The black baboon nodded: "The Sheriff must be busy looking for a scapegoat."
The host said indifferently: "I have already replaced
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He has found it. Freckles killed people and set fires to seize territory, and people from nearby gangs can testify. Tomorrow morning, Freckles' wanted portraits will be plastered all over the city. And that ghoul, I will also find a crime for him.
superior."
"Lao Er said that ghouls must have a very strong background. As far as I know, even a first-class noble from a famous family may not be able to leapfrog and kill a veteran like Lao Er. And Freckles is actually proficient in it.
Continuous skills, does Qiya have any descendants?"
"Before Allah, there is no difference between nobles and commoners. I will personally peel off the skin of the ghoul and carry out Allah's will."
The black baboon hesitated and said: "That boy can kill the second child, and his fighting power is not much worse than yours."
The host gave a faint swish and pressed his palm, and a hideous python rose up from behind, its huge mouth opened, red letters were swallowed, and an evil and mysterious light shot out from its eyes.
"Psychic skills!" The black baboon stared at the host in shock and cried out.