"What are you talking about... Big brother, I'm in a hurry, so please stop bothering me." Ke Lan distanced himself from the other party.

"This train goes to the northern area of ​​the Ark. There is still more than half an hour to the next stop... Hehe..." The beggar... No, the missionary laughed dryly twice, "My friend, can I take up a little of your time? I hope to tell you about our great true God..."

"Can't."

"Friend, regarding the great true God and the gifts He bestows upon His believers...are you really not interested in learning more?"

"Not interested."

The missionary was obviously frustrated when Ke Lan rejected his connection. He sat down dejectedly on the chair opposite and muttered to himself, "Humanity will sooner or later pay the price for its arrogance and ignorance... Only believers in God can glimpse the great truth in the fog..."

Just as Ke Lan was wondering whether he should make a report that there were cult members preaching on the train, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a tattoo on the inside of the missionary's wrist.

The tattoo pattern vaguely made him feel familiar...

“No way…”

The scene in his memory and the scene in front of him overlapped perfectly, and Ke Lan was suddenly shocked: the tattoo on this guy's wrist was exactly the same as the pattern painted on the door curtain of the hiding place of the "high priest" in the exile settlement before!

The main body of this emblem is a skull, with two tentacles emerging from the skull's eye sockets and forming a circle. Inside the circle is a teardrop-shaped object.

Since there was almost no contact between the exiles and the residents of the Ark, Ke Lan did not think in this direction at first, but now it seems that the missionary in front of him and the so-called "priest" and "prophet" at the beginning are most likely from the same sect.

Just as Ke Lan had guessed before, the priestess who was parasitized by the flesh-eating worms was not an exile, but a resident of the Ark...

As for the foundation of this evil cult, it is probably not in the wilderness, but inside the Ark.

In this case, it is understandable that the Security Bureau would intervene in this matter - after all, this is their job.

"By the way...what's the name of your sect?" Ke Lan hesitated and asked.

"Hmm?" The missionary raised his head and looked straight into Ke Lan's eyes. "Friend, are you planning to join us?"

"Uh... I think I should find out first... After all, I don't even know the name of your sect."

"We don't have a name, and we are not a sect." The missionary suddenly said in a serious tone.

"No name? Not a sect?" Ke Lan was a little stunned. What kind of religion is this guy preaching? What doctrine is he spreading?

"We are just a group of believers of the great true God... It was the true God who guided us to gather together." This guy looked mysterious. "My friend, believe me, after seeing the greatness of the true God with your own eyes, you will also become a devout believer."

"The greatness of the true God? Can I see it with my own eyes?" Ke Lan asked, pretending to be very interested.

"Of course, it's here." The man said confidently.

"Right here? On the train?" Ke Lan raised her head and looked around. There were only two of them in this carriage - although it was not commuting time, the number of people on this train was indeed too small.

"Yes, friend... Oh, no, after witnessing the miracle, we should address each other as fellow believers."

"Didn't you say that you don't belong to a sect?" Ke Lan couldn't help but find fault.

"Secular organizations like sects are only used by those who deliberately make up stories to deceive fools. What we believe in is the only truth in this world. The 'religion' I refer to is the 'religion' that the true God teaches believers, not the religion of a sect."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Ke Lan nodded repeatedly, but what she was thinking in her heart was: Yes, yes, yes, you are right...

"Now, can you let me - witness a miracle?" Ke Lan urged.

"Come, come here." The missionary waved at Ke Lan. Ke Lan could only endure the extremely unpleasant smell and moved a little closer.

The missionary rolled up his sleeves, revealing his skinny arm - in addition to the emblem tattoo, his arm had many other tattoos -

However, at the second glance, Ke Lan discovered something strange. Those lines that he thought were tattoos were actually dense suture scars. It was just that there was black pigment left in these scars, which led Ke Lan to mistake them for tattoos.

The skin on the missionary's arm seemed to have been cut into many pieces, and then someone sutured the cut skin together... This process is chilling just to think about it.

It's like when grilling, using a knife to make grid-like cuts on the ingredients to allow the seasoning to penetrate the ingredients, but when the ingredients turn into human arms, the scene suddenly becomes horrifying.

"Are you... harming yourself? Or... performance art?" Ke Lan glanced at the other person's arm, then looked back at him.

"Self-harm? No no no... this is... a gift from the true God!"

Just as he finished speaking, the wound on his arm that had already healed suddenly opened again, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain.

The next second, a few pink, fleshy tentacles that looked like newborn seedlings emerged from the cracked wound...

Seeds of erosion!

Ke Lan felt his scalp tingling. The missionary in front of him was actually an infected person of the Seed of Erosion!

Ke Lan almost couldn't hold back and kicked the other person out.

Is this guy crazy?

Is he trying to drag me down with him before he dies?

Just when Ke Lan was thinking about how to kill the infected person, the tentacles stopped growing, and the missionary let out a long sigh.

He seems to be different from ordinary infected people... He seems to have the ability to control the erosion cells in his body!

Ke Lan didn't even need to pretend to be surprised. He opened his mouth slightly, stared at the missionary's arm in astonishment, and asked in a trembling voice: "What...what is this?"

"It is a gift from the true God." The missionary said in a deep voice. He seemed very satisfied with the shock and fear shown by Ke Lan at this time.

With his other hand, he took out a solid alloy screw from his pocket and placed it in the hand that was infected by the Seed of Corrosion. With a gentle squeeze, the screw turned into an irregular piece of scrap metal...

“See? This is the power bestowed by the true God on its servants.”

"See...I see." Ke Lan nodded.

"Join us and become a believer in the true God, and you can also gain such power... I can even let you experience this power right now." As he said this, he actually stretched out his alienated right hand and grabbed Ke Lan's face directly!