After Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and Gnawa left the current room, Jiang Baimian said to Shang Jianyao:
"The matter in the '506' room is almost over, all the information that should be squeezed out should have been squeezed out, even if there are still some secrets, it is the owner of the room himself who is not very clear, or has not studied deeply, once you touch it, you may face which person you are in charge."
"That's what I think too." Now it's the calm and rational Shang Jianyao.
Jiang Baimian nodded slightly:
"You can then explore other rooms to find the door to the 'new world', well, don't interfere with daily tasks."
She feels that judging from the various information currently available, most of the problems are rooted in the "New World", and it is difficult to make accurate judgments without understanding the specific situation there, and it is impossible to effectively and substantively solve the corresponding "stubborn diseases".
Among the "Old Tune Group", the one who is most likely to find the door to the "New World" is undoubtedly Shang Jianyao.
Of course, if he really finds it, Jiang Baimian will not agree to Shang Jianyao going in directly, but plans to collect more relevant information, and after having a certain plan, wait for a suitable time.
Shang Jianyao replied eagerly:
"Okay!"
"Rest tonight and refresh yourself." Jiang Baimian saw through his plan.
"Okay." Shang Jianyao walked to his bed in disappointment.
The next morning, the "old tune team" drove out of Cliff Village again and headed for Shanao Town.
The smell of blood from slaughtering sheep and cattle still permeated the air here, and although the dirt on the streets was washed away by the stream water, it still attracted some tiny creatures to hover and wander there.
This is not the flies and mosquitoes that Long Yuehong is familiar with, this season, near the ice field, these two creatures will not normally appear.
As for what those were, Long Yuehong couldn't recognize them at all, only suspecting that they were some flying insects with cold-resistant properties created by aberrations.
Shang Jianyao walked through the vehicles parked in the small square and several surrounding streets, looking for Lao He.
"It smells so good......" Suddenly, he came out with such a sentence.
Long Yuehong subconsciously sniffed, and sure enough, she could distinguish the aroma of barbecue in the faint smell of blood.
"It's not okay to eat so greasy early in the morning!" Shang Jianyao looked to the side painfully.
There were several people in the city who were using the embers of last night to roast a few pieces of pork cut into strips.
They don't have any seasonings, only salt and a plant powder from the valley, but the pork belly itself is very attractive and arouses the appetite.
Shang Jianyao leaned over, looking like he wanted to criticize this unhealthy diet.
"What can I exchange for a piece?" He asked.
"Clothes!" "Energy bars." "Weapons." The three young people of the end of the city gave different answers.
Although they produce fur, the valley has a warm climate, except in winter, which is mostly similar to the south, so there is no need to dress too heavily.
Shang Jianyao kindly took out two energy bars in exchange for a large piece of grilled pork belly.
He stood there and ate it with a mouthful of oil.
Long Yuehong couldn't help but swallow her saliva, looked sideways at Bai Chen and said:
"Do you want to eat?"
"Not long after breakfast." Bai Chen said that she didn't want to eat it, and then she added, "You can change it yourself and taste it."
"No need." Long Yuehong shook her head, "There have been barbecues at the last few meals."
Finally, Shang Jianyao finished eating the pork belly and took the opportunity to inquire:
"Where's Lao He?"
The young man who received his energy bar just now pointed to a car on the back side of the square:
"Lao He is doing morning prayers, they believe in the 'truth' is trouble, unlike us, except for the last day of the year to have a big mass, the rest of the time is up to you, whether you like to do it or not, do it whenever you like."
It is very much in line with the attitude of the big boss towards believers...... Long Yuehong inexplicably felt a sense of closeness.
Before Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian pointed at him:
"My companion also believes in 'fate', but it seems to be different from you."
"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao said with great interest, "We hold full moon ceremonies and funerals respectively when a newborn is born and the deceased dies, and everything is simple at other times, but we wake up every morning and have to thank the year for keeping us alive.
As he said, he raised his right hand and wiped his mouth.
He didn't seem to be worried about being scolded as a heretic by the other party at all.
The young man with messy hair and light brown skin and light brown eyes who answered just now showed an envious expression:
"We only have communion at the Great Mass."
"What is your sacrament?" Shang Jianyao asked impatiently.
The young man pointed to a small amount of cattle, sheep and pigs that had not yet been traded:
"It is to slaughter all kinds of animals, which means that they will eventually return to Si Ming, and then use their various parts to make different dishes, the most precious of them are all kinds of blood-related dishes, hey, it's a pity that the blood sausages we brought this time were sold out in the south, otherwise I can still invite you to try them."
He was not hostile to Shang Jianyao, who also believed in "Destiny", and was quite enthusiastic.
"Blood sausage, I think I've heard of it somewhere...... Jiang Baimian said to himself.
Gnawa wanted to give an answer, but considering that the identity of his intelligent robot could not be exposed here, he interrupted the operation of the sounder in time.
Jiang Baimian quickly remembered:
"I heard in Tarnan that the special food of President Gu's hometown was brought to Tarnan."
"Yes, there are also pig killing dishes!" Shang Jianyao clenched his right fist and slapped his left palm, "Lord Zhou Guan still owes us a pig killing dish."
He never forgot about it.
"It's not what she owes." Jiang Baimian corrected again.
The young man in the city at the end of the year listened slightly blankly, and suddenly realized:
"We also have pig killing dishes at the Great Mass.
"The President Gu you mentioned should be someone from a certain area in the north of the old world, or their descendants, and there are many such people in our year-end city."
As for which area it belonged to, he couldn't say, one was that he was not a descendant of those people, and the other was that the current ice field had engulfed the corresponding place, which could not be well contrasted with the map of the old world.
"What do you call it?" Hearing the pig killing dish, Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up, "I will go back to the end of the year to visit you and attend your big mass.
He didn't use "thinking guidance" for the time being, and followed Jiang Baimian's opinion, wanting to see what he could ask normally.
The young man at the end of the year felt sincere enthusiasm and replied with a smile:
"My name is Li Bingliang, which means pure nature.
"Uh, we don't accept outsiders in the city, so as not to reveal our specific location, unless you can get an invitation from an elder."
"Oh......" Shang Jianyao was quite disappointed, "Is Lao He an elder?"
"No." Li Bingliang shook his head.
At this time, he remembered to answer the question of why the same belief in "command" and the rituals and communion are different:
"Our End of the Year City was founded mainly by the Order of the End of the Year, and you should belong to other sects of faith.
"The Order of the Long Night, the Sunset Sect, or the 'Sacrifice of Life'?"
"'Sacrifice of Life'." Shang Jianyao replied without hesitation.
Li Bingliang said that this is indeed the case.
After chatting for a few more words, the "old tune team" walked deep into the square and came to Lao He's military car.
Lao He was wrapped in a bearskin coat, sitting in the passenger seat, holding a book, hanging his head slightly, and reciting silently.
Jiang Baimian and the others looked at each other, and they all nodded invisibly.
They began to lean towards speculation that "truth" was not "last days".
Because "anti-intellectualism" has always preached that "knowledge is poison, and thinking is a trap", how can believers be allowed to recite scriptures during morning prayer?
Even if this belongs to another sect of the "last man", they should not be the same if they use similar symbols.
The "Old Tune Group" waited for a while, and when Lao He finished his morning prayer, he closed the book.
Jiang Baimian looked at it curiously and saw the words "university physics".
University Physics ...... Jiang Baimian was well-informed and did not let his expression change.
"Physics?" Shang Jianyao made a questioning voice.
Lao He replied with a smile:
"Physics is the truth of things, the truth of this world, and the embodiment of my Lord.
"Of course, the physics written by humans is only close to the truth, not the truth, and there are always certain omissions, which are often overturned and corrected.
"Just like before, I read a physics review and said......"
Long Yuehong suddenly recalled the powerlessness of taking physics class in college, and Shang Jianyao interrupted Lao He's words:
"This is not like the doll on your pendant.
"It has no facial features, which means it does not see, listen, smell, or ask, but only obeys orders and is a last-minute person."
Lao He replied a little angrily:
"That's a pagan interpretation!
"The real meaning of this symbol is that human eyes, noses, ears, mouths, and eyebrows are not as important as the mind!"
He immediately got out of the car, stretched out one finger with each hand and pressed it on both sides of his head.
Immediately afterwards, Lao He said:
"The truth is in our minds!"
(End of this chapter)