Ling Chen and Ling Fu led fifty-five people as one squad.
Fang Tianhen led fifty people as one squad.
Lang Haidu led sixty people as one squad.
Wen Xishu, Yue Yun, and others led sixty people as one squad.
In total, there were about two hundred people.
Wen Xishu arranged most of the elderly, sick, and pregnant in Ling Chen and Ling Fu’s squad. In his own squad, most were healthy people.
In fact, initially, Wen Xishu intended to place the elderly, sick, and pregnant in his own squad.
However, during this process, Ling Fu, one of the Ling Family Brothers, smiled and said:
"Your squad is full of elites. Elites shouldn’t be taking care of the elderly, sick, and pregnant. Let us handle it instead. Elites should be doing elite things."
Wen Xishu understood Ling Fu’s intention.
He realized the other’s little scheme but didn’t expose him. Instead, he went along with Ling Fu’s arrangement.
Actually, Ah Miao wanted to suggest... they could take in the elderly, sick, and pregnant to establish a good image and make management easier.
But, no matter what Wen Xishu decided, Ah Miao had no objections, so she didn’t speak up.
At the same time, it was worth noting...
In Lang Haidu’s squad, one person’s name had turned red.
That person was called Ayoovic, a lower-class merchant dealing in hand-made items.
Wen Xishu actually chatted with Ayoovic and found that this person was not a "fake person."
He really came from the Bunker and knew a lot of information about it.
So far, Ayoovic hadn’t shown any unusual behavior. Wen Xishu didn’t understand why he had become a red-named character of the "enemy camp."
He decided to keep Ayoovic for now and observe him.
In case Ayoovic did anything wrong, he would simply kill him.
Of course, Wen Xishu didn’t place Ayoovic in his own squad.
Ah Miao and Zheng Zai were in charge of managing the people in the squad, while Xiaojin, Nissen, and Yue Yun searched the cellar with Wen Xishu, looking for clues.
They soon came upon the prayer room.
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...
Inside the prayer room, it wasn’t just Wen Xishu’s group.
It was actually quite lively. There were at least a hundred people in the prayer room.
The liveliness in the prayer room made Wen Xishu feel something was off.
Among these people were the Ling Family Brothers, Fang Tianhen, and the leaders of the four squads, including Lang Haidu.
Upon seeing Wen Xishu, Lang Haidu respectfully said:
"Mr. Wen Xishu, do you have any instructions?"
Lang Haidu, at forty, did exude the aura of a wealthy and distinguished businessman. His gaze was sharp, and his smile was pleasant.
Wen Xishu said:
"Nothing in particular, we just came to check out the other rooms. Besides those bottles and jars in the hall, there seems to be nothing else. I really can’t find any clues."
The entire cellar was divided into several bedrooms, a huge dining hall, several study rooms, several bathrooms, and a huge prayer room.
Of course, the largest space was the hall—where countless people had just gathered to form teams.
Wen Xishu noticed a huge mural in the prayer room.
The mural depicted a goddess with a beautiful face and a perfect figure, wearing shoes that emitted a soft glow like clouds, with a lazy look in her eyes.
Radiant and captivating.
Lang Haidu said:
"Unexpectedly, just this one mural... makes me feel an urge to kneel and worship..."
Wen Xishu felt nothing at all.
He looked at Yue Yun:
"Do you feel anything?"
Yue Yun felt ashamed, but he knew he couldn’t hide his feelings. There might be clues in it.
So, Yue Yun said:
"Their feelings are my feelings."
By "they", he meant those in the hall who had never climbed the Deceit Tower.
These people were all kneeling in front of the mural, wanting to kiss the shoes in the mural.
Wen Xishu said:
"If it weren’t for the anti-magic value +2... the mural would probably be covered in their saliva by now."
Lang Haidu suddenly realized:
"So... it’s because of the anti-magic value?"
Wen Xishu nodded:
"Two points of anti-magic value aren’t much, but it’s enough to keep people from losing their composure. This prayer room is quite sinister."
Although Yue Yun hadn’t climbed the Deceit Tower, his will was obviously strong—after all, he had climbed the Slaughter Tower.
Xiaojin was completely ignorant of male-female relations. It seemed her intelligence hadn’t developed yet. She just looked at the mural with innocent, bewildered eyes.
Nissen was different. Although his will was strong, a certain part of his body was already standing at attention.
Wen Xishu examined the mural, noticing a very tiny detail in the corner.
This detail was somewhat maliciously hidden.
It was like a picture where a beautiful woman was showing off her proud bosom, with a lighter appearing in the corner.
Then you were shown the picture for five seconds and asked what brand the lighter was.
Most people would definitely ask:
"What lighter? Where did the lighter come from?"
Because their eyes were all attracted to the snow-white bosom. Naturally, they wouldn’t notice the thing in the corner.
This mural had the same effect.
Those with low anti-magic values couldn’t look away from the shoes emitting a soft glow like clouds.
They couldn’t wait to kneel on the ground and kiss the shoe surface.
Even Fang Tianhen and the Ling Family Brothers had this primal urge at this moment.
But Wen Xishu’s anti-magic value was very high, reaching the standard value for this vortex...
He was unlikely to suffer any spiritual intrusion from any object, rendering him immune to the mural’s effects.