When Thangka closed the door of the supermarket from the outside, he felt like he had made a big mistake.


    He didn''t know whether he was unfaithful to the Supreme Master and Pangu, but the monitor told him that he was not. The monitor said that if he found the mistake of the Supreme Master and didn''t tell the Supreme Master, it would be a real unfaithfulness, even a crime to the "sacred cause".


    Thangka did not know whether he should believe in the monitor or the Supreme Master. In his mind, both of them are beyond doubt and must be absolutely obeyed.


    So, Thangka, as always, like a small tail, obediently followed the monitor and returned to the assembly site.


    However, just after returning to the assembly site, he met another guy he didn''t want to face, deputy monitor Liao Meng.


    Liao Meng is a big, muscular boy, two heads higher than Thangka, one head higher than the monitor.


    His skin is dark, and his blood vessels protrude all the time, showing the explosive power.


    And he never concealed the existence of this power. Almost every time he said a word, he would wave his fist, and the acne on his face seemed to burst at any time.


    Liao Meng doesn''t like Thangka.


    Although I don''t know why, and I never show it directly, Thangka just knows that Liao Meng doesn''t like himself very much, especially when he follows Chu Zhiyun''s buttocks, or avoids people with Chu Zhiyun and gets along with him alone.


    At that time, Liao Meng looked at him like a tiger looking at a shivering sheep.


    And Thangka doesn''t like Liao Meng either.


    Yes, he knows that he shouldn''t "dislike" anyone, but he just can''t do it. Every time Liao Meng stares at the monitor, he will get a nameless anger from the bottom of his heart. He will feel that he will be eroded and demonized by the demons at any time.


    "Where have you been?"


    Waving a stout flame thrower, Liao Meng stands between Chu Zhiyun and Thangka and separates them with cold steel. He stares at Thangka and says coldly, "that''s not your mission area."


    "I asked him to help."


    Without waiting for Thangka to answer, Chu Zhiyun took Thangka to his back. "I found a large supermarket and needed to identify the dangerous goods together."


    "Supermarket?"


    Liao Meng narrowed his eyes. "Why don''t you ask me for help? I''m the Deputy monitor."


    "Your task is equally important in identifying materials in libraries and bookstores."


    Chu Zhiyun said, "I''m the monitor. I can assign everyone''s purification task at will. I think thangka is suitable for supermarkets. Is there any problem?"


    Liao Meng was silent. He rubbed his hands around the flamethrower, making the flamethrower squeak.


    "You have very strong emotional ups and downs, you are... Angry."


    The cloud of Chu suddenly way, "why?"


    "I didn''t."


    Liao Meng took a deep breath and retreated. "I''m calm. I just want to know why Thangka changed his task. That''s all."


    "Now you know, it''s ok?"


    Chu Zhiyun stares at Liao Meng''s black and red face and says aggressively.


    "Yes, it''s all right."


    Liao Meng walked away without looking back.


    "Don''t be afraid of him. He''s not as good at managing his emotions as you are."


    Chu Zhiyun watched Liao Meng go further and further, and then he came close to Thangka''s ear. "Sooner or later, this guy will be possessed by demons and completely out of control. He will kick out of the" Shengguang academy ", let alone become a" purifier. "


    The teenagers worked from dawn to dusk, until night fell, and the ruins without systematic lighting were black. They finished the first day''s purification test and returned to the camp in the suburbs with a large number of precious booty.


    In such a big city, of course, there are more than 20 or 30 people in one class, but there are dozens of classes, with thousands of "quasi purifiers" separating different areas and advancing towards the center of the city from all around.


    At this moment, thousands of "quasi purifiers" have returned to the camp at the same time, counting the results of the day''s purification and the recovered natural materials and local treasures, accepting the inspection and guidance of the tutor. There is also a real purification Force stationed not far away, and the team of thousands of people is very large and bustling.


    Thangka follows Chu Zhiyun. The second one counts the booty from his tutor and scans the mood fluctuations recorded by his crystal brain at the end of the day.


    He thought that his behavior of touching the "cordon" twice a day would be reprimanded by his tutor, or at least asked what was going on.


    Who knows, the tutor just stared at him with cold eyes for a while, then waved his hand to let him go. He didn''t mean to pursue. Of course, he didn''t "drive him out of the examination room".


    Thangka breathed a sigh of relief and helped Chu Zhiyun play with the portable holy light generator.


    This planet has just been attacked by them, and no fixed temple has been built yet. We can only rely on the holy light generator to carry out the daily necessary cultivation.


    After a while, all the 33 students in the class finished the scanning and sat down around the light generator.


    "Buzz, buzz..."


    The holy light generator makes a slight noise, and a milky holy light surges out like a fountain, slowly spreading like a tent, wrapping all the students.


    Thangka felt that he was immersed in a pure, quiet, holy and soft sea. His spirit resonated with the spirits of the other 32 students. In the resonance, he seemed to hear the voice of the Supreme Master and Pangu God. This voice made him forget the restless original desire, and also forget the temptation and clarity of extraterritorial demons. He was once again ethereal, Holy, pure.


    After the daily practice of holy light, Thangka''s mood calmed down a lot. Even when he looked directly at Chu Zhiyun or Liao Meng, he didn''t have so many confused and ridiculous ideas in his heart.


    "Ah! Ah! Ah


    Not far away, suddenly came bursts of screams.


    On a newly built high platform, there was a silver execution rack. A student was tied to it with his hands and feet crossed. He was beaten 36 times with a whip made of poisonous thorns by his tutor. He was so dazed that he could see his spine and vertebrae. Then he was lifted down.


    Everyone looked at it silently. Maybe some people were just as curious as Thangka. But without permission, Sheng Meng youth would not "whisper and talk".


    After a while, the tutor revealed the answer to them.


    That''s a child from the next class. In today''s purification work, he put a plastic toy that was supposed to be destroyed into his pocket, a very poor giant soldier model.


    He was so stupid that every student had to go through the most careful examination when he came back to the camp. There was no possibility of carrying anything.


    No one knows why he did it. Even when his tutor asked him, he blushed and could not say why for a long time.


    Maybe, being bewitched by the demons is just like this, confused and unclear?


    Then there''s no way.


    He is the first eliminator of the "ultimate test". After being flogged, he will be sent to the temple in the rear for the deepest purification.


    I don''t know if he can still retain the ability of logical thinking, but even if he becomes a "soldier bee" or "worker bee" and other low-level arms, he is also to blame.


    It''s just


    Thangka doesn''t know how serious the things he and the squad leader do are. Will they be more serious than hiding a toy secretly? Will they be tied to the execution platform and beaten severely like the guy in the next class?


    Thangka has just been soothed by the holy light of the calm disappeared, the mood is like the spring wind wrinkled lake, wriggling up.


    Back in the dormitory, thangka is still preoccupied and out of his mind.


    The rainbow lollipop that Chu Zhiyun had just put into his mouth seemed to open his taste buds. The synthetic food, which usually tasted like chewing wax, became more and more tasteless.


    Thangka thrust two big bowls of sticky synthetic food into his throat. He resisted the urge to vomit. Without digesting, he came to the training room.


    There is no concept of "entertainment" for the saints. In their few spare time, exercise is almost the only way to vent their excess energy.


    Thangka tramples on sandbags and gravity treadmills, trying to squeeze every strand of strength out of every bundle of muscles, just like every demon dormant in muscle fibers.


    He almost succeeded.


    But at this time, Chu Zhiyun also came to the training room and jumped up on the gravity treadmill opposite him.


    She likes to sweat very much, and sweat soon wet her chest.


    Thangka instantly felt that the 18000 demons he had just strangled were all resurrected.


    In the dead of night, all the students in the class were sleeping soundly, including Chu Zhiyun.


    Thangka is tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.


    Even across several high and low beds, he seemed to be able to smell the sweat fragrance of Chu Zhiyun.


    In a trance, Chu Zhiyun''s appearance in the supermarket overlaps with her sweating on the treadmill. It turns into a soft and fluffy dream and suppresses Thangka''s head.


    Thangka had a dream, a strange dream he had never had.


    He dreamed that he and Chu Zhiyun were running hand in hand on the white and delicate beach between the blue sea and the blue sky.


    He dreamt that Chu Zhiyun played with the bright red skirt and showed him the expression called "smile".


    He even dreamt that Chu Zhiyun was tied to the execution platform, still wearing a red dress and beaten by the thorn whip.


    The clothes are flying like red butterflies, revealing the skin that is whiter and more delicate than the sand. The red and swollen part is high and uplifted, which sets off the skin beside it more white.


    "Thangka, help me, Thangka, help me!"


    The monitor in the dream is particularly delicate, she will never give out a whimper.


    Thangka suddenly woke up and felt the sweat all over him.


    His lower body was better, like an electric shock, crisp and numb. Before he could react, his crotch was wet and sticky.


    "This is --"


    Thangka''s scalp is numb. It''s the first time that a 14-year-old boy has such a strange dream. When he encounters such a strange thing, does he, he wet his bed?


    At this time, Thangka was excited, as if something had fallen from the sky into his confused mind.


    "Hee hee, little friend, Hello!"


    A voice that sounds like trying to be affable, but when you think about it carefully, it''s so weird that it rings in Thangka''s mind.