As soon as they entered the door, what appeared in front of the three of them were countless strips of yellow paper. The yellow paper was covered with strange red patterns or strange words. The strips of yellow paper were threaded by white thin lines and hung in a horizontal row. I don’t know how many rows of rows were hung in the entire study room, almost filling the entire room.

It was like the window of the study room was open. When the door opened, the long yellow strips of paper were rumbling because of the convection of the air. The sound made the three of them feel a little heavy and a little cold.

The three of them walked in and looked at all this. Ye Xiaofeng looked at it and found that some red sentences were written on the surrounding walls:

God is omnipresent and omnipotent, it is a collection of thoughts of sentient beings.

The moment when you fall into hell is the time of eternal life.

Let the flames of hell burn, burn my soul, guide the direction for all living beings, burn my body, and build the kingdom of God.

Those who believe in God will all diseases disappear.

In addition to these, there are many different sentences of pretending to be a ghost. Seeing these, Ye Xiaofeng's heart sank. This is obviously promoting superstition, numbing everyone with faith and ruling everyone. It is obvious that the driver named Liang Guodong believed in these.

This is really ridiculous. How come there are still people who believe in these things? When did Ninghai City have such an organization? He thought to himself.

With a heavy heart, he used his hand to push away the yellow paper strip in front of him and walked forward. He came to a big red desk. On the big red table was a white porcelain bowl. The white porcelain bowl contained a sticky red liquid, and there was a faint smell of blood. A thick stack of yellow paper was placed next to it. A very thick brush was placed on it. A drop of juice made of grinding with charming red cinnabar seemed to drip on the brush.

Cinnabar? Human blood? It’s really a qualified believer. I don’t know who he believes in, Ye Xiaofeng said in his heart.

When I looked up, a picture of the eighteen layers of hell was drawn on the wall behind the desk. The people were trembling with trembling. The first layer was the tongue-pulling hell. A person was pierced open by a ghost, clamped his tongue with pliers, pulled down, and his face twisted into a ball in pain. The second layer was the scissors hell. The ten fingers of naked people were cut short and blood was flowing continuously. The third layer was the iron tree hell. Some people were lifted from the back skin by the iron tree's sharp blade. The most terrifying thing on it was the eighteenth layer of hell. The skin peeled hell. The bloody skin in a little ghost's hand made people feel that the skin on their bodies was cold.

On the right side of this eighteen-layer hell picture, sixteen bright red words were written vertically: If there was really such hell, I would rather overturn the hell and build the kingdom of gods.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaofeng couldn't help but take a breath. He breathed so hard that he actually wanted to subvert hell. Regardless of whether there is hell or not, even if there is, no subversion can be subverted.

"Ye Xiaofeng, come and take a look." At this time, Feng Binglan's voice came. Ye Xiaofeng pushed away the long yellow paper, walked five steps to the left, and came to Feng Binglan's side. She had a bookshelf here, and a book for traffic safety or motorcycle repairs on the bookshelf was placed on the bottom floor, and all of them were brand new books. There were messy books such as "Taiping Stories", "The Church of God", "The Kingdom of God", and "The Word of God" and other messy books. You can tell at a glance that it was a group of madmen who preached some doctrines.

"Ye Xiaofeng, look, is this picture the same configuration as the abandoned factory?" Feng Binglan asked with a book and pointed to the picture above.

Ye Xiaofeng looked at it and saw a large circle on it with the words "Divine Sacrifice" written on it. Seeing those two words, Ye Xiaofeng suddenly remembered that the pattern formed by the flames in the circle of flames surrounded by asphalt at that time. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it looked like it.

"It should be impossible to be wrong, there should be such a picture there." Ye Xiaofeng said.

"Look, there are still words underneath." Feng Binglan said.

"The God Sacrifice can make the caster's spirit immortal and last forever, or be reborn as a reincarnation. The more his mind becomes, the more opportunities he has to choose, bullshit and nonsense." After reading this, Feng Binglan beat and scolded angrily.

"There are also the specific methods of casting spells. First, it requires ninety-nine-eighty-one people, the second is digging a circle with a width of eight meters and a diameter of five hundred meters, and the inside is injected with prison flame (asphalt). The two words "Divine Sacrifice" that is one foot and five feet wide should be dug in the ring. Third, place eighty-one people in the ring and let their flames burn from the outside to the inside. The caster will burn his body and soul with fire, and he will gain eternal life."

"This is really ridiculous. Who the hell wrote these? Worship the God Cult, I'm just a fool." After reading it, Feng Binglan was so angry that she trembled and beat and scolded her regardless of her image.

The young woman with a little dull eyes came over and picked up a book and flipped it up. Before she could take a few glances, she started crying, "These are all nonsense. Why did he put these books on the bookshelf?"

Ye Xiaofeng was so angry that it was so hateful. It was so hateful. There were people who even made such absurd remarks. If it continued like this, society would probably become more and more chaotic.

"This matter is so important. You must report it. No wonder they do crazy things." Feng Binglan said with a serious face.

"Worship the Divine Church, have you heard of this church?" Feng Binglan asked Ye Xiaofeng.

"I have only heard of Christianity. Some of the old people in our place look at Christ Jesus, believing that the Lord will bring happiness to them or their children." Ye Xiaofeng shook his head and said.

"These churches are so hateful. How could they promote this kind of thought to people? Isn't this obviously confusing society!" Feng Binglan said with a cold light flashing in her eyes.

"This policeman, please tell me what's wrong with my Guodong?" the young woman asked Feng Binglan with tears in her eyes.

"He died of self-immolation, and he also tried to kill more than 80 people." Feng Binglan said a little unhappy.

"Diet by self-immolation? Diet by self-immolation." The young woman murmured in her eyes and walked out.

"You shouldn't say that." Ye Xiaofeng sighed and said (5), "She will not be able to bear it if you say that, so you should go and persuade her! If she can't think it through, you have a responsibility."

"I was so angry that I said it." Feng Binglan's eyes were obviously a little regretful and gritted her teeth, walked towards her, ready to comfort the young woman.

Ye Xiaofeng took a random book from the bookshelf and flipped through the contents. The more he read it, the more shocked he became. The content on it was nonsense, but the ones said it was reasonable and well-founded. If an ordinary person read it once, he would basically be washed once, and the more he read it, the deeper he fell into it.

It's scary, it's so scary. This superstitious organization is so shocking.

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