Nightmare’s Call

In the party, there are soul hunters, but most of them are ordinary people.

Many ordinary people who can't survive, forced to do nothing, will choose to join this ranks.

The moral standards of soul hunters are getting lower and lower, which is not a good thing.

Ansel also knew this problem in his heart. But it's not something he can turn around alone.

Because the strength of the soul hunters is not strong now, evil organizations often find excuses to keep suppressing them.

And among those soul hunters who are more indulgent and have no bottom line, there are quite a few of them who are very powerful.

So everyone can only endure it.

Ansel walked slowly on the street, scanning the things on the street stalls.

There are exquisite jewelry that was precious in the past, and ordinary boxed instant noodles that have expired. There are also some strange looking stones and woods.

The Kuroshio is not completely fixed in scope.

The so-called Kuroshio, is like a tide with ups and downs, subtle ebb and flow.

So there are also many people, in order to earn food, waiting for the tide to ebb, and go to the edge of the Kuroshio to pick up some things that seem to be usable.

These people, Ansel called them scavengers.

It's just that the number of these scavengers seems to have increased again recently.

Frowning slightly, he swept across a street stall of scavengers, and there were very few things to see on it. In addition to stones and wood, there are also all kinds of drinking water and food that the scavengers found in those abandoned buildings.

Although most of them are inedible and the pollution index is off the charts, for soul hunters, perhaps they can find a way to purify them.

Find a clergyman who believes in the Holy Light to purify and separate the edible parts, so that it can be regarded as food to some extent.

Ansel was looking for a very popular street stall among the scavengers, and he usually looked for things at that street stall.

The other party didn't come today.

"Where's Sola? Why didn't you see her come out to set up a stall?" He asked aloud.

"Sola won't come to set up a stall in the future. She has become a member of the Savior Cult. Now that she has food and drink, she doesn't care about this gain anymore." A stall owner at the side replied with a sour tone.

"Cult of Salvation?" Ansel, as the leader of some well-known soul hunters nearby, also has a team of more than ten soul hunters. In the past, there was one person in the team who went to join some church of Salvation, but he didn't made a sound.

"Why? Is the Savior Church developing so fast now?" Ansel asked in amazement.

"It wasn't very good before, it was tepid. In the past week, their business has been very frequent. It is said that food and drink are often given out every day. The benefits are very good!"

A stall owner on one side replied in an envious tone.

"The welfare is very good? Where did they get the food? Could it be that everyone is from the Holy City?" Ansel was stunned.

"Holy City? Maybe they are an offline organization developed by a power like Holy City?" Someone couldn't help whispering.

Ansel stopped talking.

As long as people want to deceive themselves, no matter what the situation is, they will find many reasons.

The stall owners around seemed to have their chatterboxes opened up, and when the Savior religion was mentioned, they all started talking one by one.

Among the pile of words, a sentence suddenly caught Ansel's attention.

"It is said that even the Holy City has people from the Savior Sect!"

"Holy City." Ansel fell silent slightly.

He vaguely had a bad premonition.

Shumington.

Kadulla held an umbrella with a peaceful expression, walking on the street under the drizzle.

There are still more than two weeks before the body retreats.

For two weeks, she would let herself and her avatar take to the streets every day, patrolling around and stabilizing the order of the entire city.

It is precisely because of her that this city is so stable.

Catura beauty salon, this is not just a taboo name. Still a sign.

"If you don't obey, I'll send you to the Kadura beauty salon!" This sentence is not just a joke used by parents to scare their children.

"If you cry again, I will ask Kadula to come in and arrest you!"

Parents also like to say another word.

All these vividly reflect that the current Kadulla has a dignified image in the holy city.

In the beauty salon she opened, as long as there are lawbreakers, especially those who cannot be governed by the law, who are exploited and sidelined.

Such people, Catura, give them a beauty package for free.

Of course, beauty is not the real face, but the heart.

Through some whitewashing techniques unique to the temple, every guest who enters the Kadura beauty salon can feel like a spring breeze, let go of everything, and thus willingly join the big family of the beauty salon. Be a part of Catura.

Yes.

"This is my plan to perfectly display my own aesthetics." Kadulla recalled his actions during this period of time with a little pride in his heart.

"Brother Ontology is in retreat. As a younger brother and sister, I naturally have to share everyone's worries. Beauty parlors not only treat people, but also cities.

I am doing beauty for the whole city, for their souls. "

Kadulla felt that her mission was getting heavier and heavier, but this feeling of carrying the mission, even though she was also feared by others, did not disgust her.

Walk past a new bakery.

Through the glass door of the bakery, she saw the clerk inside with a slightly sick expression, carefully introducing and talking to a few customers.

Although the distance is more than ten meters, there is still a thick gate.

But Kadulla could still hear the voices inside.

Some terms about the religion of salvation kept appearing in the salesperson's introduction.

She seems to be trying to get guests to join in the fun. Just join and get 10% off on bread purchases.

10% off?

It's almost a free giveaway.

The two guests were also vaguely moved.

Kadulla stood outside the door, quietly watching the people inside.

She had also heard the name of the Savior Church before.

This organization seems to be a harmless non-governmental organization, and it went to the temple for civil education records.

The behaviors they engage in are also legal. They did not gather crowds to make trouble, nor did they spread any evil ideas to disrupt society.

The only thing they do is to find a lot of supplies from the Kuroshio area outside every period of time, and then sell them to members at a very low price.

Kadulla doesn't care about how these small sects survive or how they attract people, he only cares about whether there is something wrong with the other party.

After standing outside the door and listening for a while, she was sure that there was nothing wrong with the conversation of the people inside. Then he paced slowly and walked in another direction.

Just where he didn't notice.

After the two customers ate the free food given to them by the clerk, the pupils of their eyes began to change very slightly.

This change, even they themselves, are not aware of it.

The guests are simply happy to buy cheap and high-quality bread for themselves.